#English second language meme

[wildwolf-fandoms]

English be like:

"They finnaly arrived to the smell of the blood of the hounds of house of Hell."

[boof-chamber]

i used to work in the bake shop of a resort and one time i found a container of cut up strawberries in the walk-in labeled “estrawberris”

[netscapenavigator-official]

I don’t know any second languages, and that’s super embarrassing. I hate it, and I hate the Tennessee education system for letting it happen. So every time I see someone in my activity feed talking to me in English, while being from a non-English nation, my immediate reaction is feeling as if I’m in the presence of a deity.

Like someone comes into my notes and says “Yeah, I’m from Sweden and we have [long paragraph in English about thing they have]. I’m just immediately like:

[xo8ball]

actually many mental disorders and illness have been converted into digestible. palatable. easy to consume. easy for neurotypicals to understand and relate because they wont pay attention until its slightly about them. and easy for capitalism to seem as functional or non functional instead of diverse humans with diverse conditions with determinated needs that deserve respect and wellbeing EQUALLY. what and why.

[sketchyface]

Non-native English speakers when their native language comes up in a ‘scene from English show in different languages’ videos:

[angrycloudloud]

I'm watching ATLOK for the first time after watching Netflix adaptation of "The last Airbender", then the movie for comedy purpose and finally the Animated Avatar the last Airbender series.

Some tiktoks appeared with context and spoilers from the books and comics about the other Avatars aaaaand... I came to the conclusion that all Avatar Teams gave me Polyamorous vibes.

So i made a thing to show my line of thoughts.

[unbielevenary]

I have never gotten such bad second-hand embarrassment as earlier today when a freshman in one of my lectures interrupted the professor to tell a joke he stole off twitter.

[kamuro-junrenka]

I looked up on youtube some y3 cutscenes because i couldnt remember if daigo called mine mine-san or just mine and bro. I completely forgot how deep mine's voice actually is. My brain stopped working for a sec

[smartass-hoot]

something in me heals every time i see my grandma spam GIFs in the family group chat. one day she saw a moving picture and she decided it was the best thing in the world, and i love her for it

[yuuhwa]

Red Flags and Red Hair

Pairing: Baku (Park Humin) x FemReader Genre: Humor + Soft Romance Context: After the previous incident, you and Baku started seeing each other more.

a/n: English is not my language, sorry for grammatical errors

You and Baku started seeing each other more often after that incident with the guys last week. What began with him walking you home turned into regular meetups — mostly unplanned, always chaotic. You bonded over shared music taste, dumb memes, and especially the fact that both of you could knock out a full-grown man if necessary. He was loud, funny, and had zero filter — but for some reason, you didn’t mind. In fact, it became the part of your day you looked forward to the most.

And now here you were, sitting at your usual spot, sipping on a can of soda and minding your own business.

Until you saw him.

You squinted. Was that—?

Oh. Oh no.

Walking towards you like he was starring in his own movie, hoodie swinging, sneakers hitting the pavement like a soundtrack, was Baku. With bright. Red. Hair.

You almost choked on your drink.

He grinned at your reaction like he’d just won a bet.

“Well?” he said, spinning dramatically in front of you. “I’m looking good, right? I mean… do I look like Hanamichi?”

You blinked.

“…The guy from Slam Dunk?”

He pointed at his head with both index fingers. “Exactly!”

You stared for a second longer. “Baku… what the hell did you do?”

He gasped, feigning offense. “Whaaat? Come on, this is iconic. Legendary. Powerful.”

You put your drink down slowly, eyes still locked on the disaster that was his bright red hair. “You look like someone dipped your head in hot sauce.”

He snorted. “Spicy. I’ll take it.”

You laughed despite yourself. “No seriously, are you trying to summon attention or summon demons?”

He stepped closer. “You love it.”

“Do I?”

“You do.”

You tilted your head. “You look like a stop sign.”

“Then stop looking if you’re gonna hate!”

“I can’t look away. It’s like a car crash.”

He held his heart. “Ouch. Okay. Rude.”

You let out a breathy laugh and shook your head. “What made you do this anyway?”

He shrugged. “Boredom. Plus, I always wanted to try something dumb and dramatic. But…” His voice lowered, just a notch. “I was a little nervous to show you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You? Nervous?”

He scratched the back of his head, ruffling the red mess even more. “I mean, yeah. You’re always so put together. You got that ‘cool and mysterious’ vibe. I didn’t wanna look like a clown next to you.”

You stared at him for a second. That wasn't a joke. He really meant it.

Softening your voice, you said, “Hey… You don’t look like a clown.”

He perked up instantly. “You think it suits me?”

You looked him over again — messy red strands, crooked grin, that ridiculous spark in his eyes.

“It does, actually,” you said. “It’s loud. Chaotic. Slightly alarming.”

“And that’s a good thing?”

“For you?” you teased, “Weirdly, yeah.”

He beamed.

And just when you thought he couldn’t get more endearing, he added, “So... would you ever dye yours too? I mean, not red. That’s my thing. But maybe like, blue? Or purple? We could match. Be unstoppable.”

You snorted. “We’d look like a pair of highlighters.”

“Coolest highlighters on the block,” he shot back.

You shook your head, smiling. “You’re ridiculous.”

“But you like me anyway.”

You didn’t deny it.

[lovemomhatepolice]

as a boyfriend - max verstappen

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pairing: max verstappen x fem!reader

warnings: established relationship, mention of sex, slightly suggestive, jos verstappen, English is my second language!

summary: how is he acting as your boyfriend?

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boyfriend!max who never lets you walk on the side of the road closest to traffic—always switching spots without saying anything

boyfriend!max who loves animals just like you and even though you already have 3 cats and a dog, doesn't think that this is the end of your menagerie

boyfriend!max who always walks a little closer when you’re in a crowd, like a silent protector

boyfriend!max who is very afraid of becoming a father because of what his father was like to him, but you know very well that he will be a wonderful father who will give his whole heart

boyfriend!max who after winning the championship for the 4th time immediately ran to you, leaving his team behind, to celebrate it with the person he wanted to do it with the most

boyfriend!max who insists he doesn’t care about social media but secretly checks the memes about himself and laughs way too hard

boyfriend!max who needs to be touching you afterward, whether it’s his arm around your waist or your leg tangled with his [nswf]

boyfriend!max who acts like he doesn’t care about home decor but has very strong opinions about the carpet

boyfriend!max who from the first day of the new season took all the rookies under his wing, declaring himself as their adopted father, which consequently makes you their adopted mother (Max even organized a joint meeting)

boyfriend!max who gets a thrill out of knowing he’s the only one who gets to see you like this, whispering, “Mine. Only mine.” [nswf]

boyfriend!max who secretly loves taking care of you when you’re sick, bringing you soup and pressing his lips to your forehead to “check your temperature.”

boyfriend!max who hates seeing you cry but never rushes you—just wipes your tears with his thumb and murmurs, “I’ve got you, schatje.”

boyfriend!max who insists he doesn’t miss you when he’s away for a race, but then he calls you at 2 AM just to hear your voice

boyfriend!max who thinks he’s slick when he steals your snacks but gets caught every time—“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says, crumbs on his face

boyfriend!max who gets so competitive over the dumbest things—racing to the car, finishing dinner first, even brushing your teeth faster—just to say, “I win.”

boyfriend!max who always holds the back of your neck when he kisses you, like he wants to keep you as close as possible

boyfriend!max who can be rough, but afterward, he’s all soft touches, pressing lazy kisses against your temple as he holds you close [nswf]

boyfriend!max who always “accidentally” steals your pillow when you’re gone, but when you point it out, he just shrugs—“It smells like you.”

boyfriend!max who always, when you're not there, makes a big evening of conversation, where he takes all your pets with him to the couch and takes it very hard, saying "Mom left us, see?"

boyfriend!max who, late at night, after a long day, just looks at you and thinks, Yeah. This is it. This is home.

A/N: please do not copy and translate my works! in case of any issues related to this - I invite you to discuss privately :)

short one again, let's go with that serie, hope you like it! feedback always welcome <3

[coconutdays]

please do NOT STOP yourself from writing more.

✩•̩̩͙*˚ MONDAY – GETO SUGURU.

summary : you have five days to ask your hot tattooed boss out. better make it count.

word count : 1.3K tags : tattoo shop owner!suguru, modern au, pining, workplace AU, fem!reader, smoking.

You nervously bit your lip as you considered going out the threshold, your right hand hovering over the doorknob as your thoughts went haywire. You knew what was behind – or rather, who was –, you knew you had to do something about it because you’d been having a stupid crush on the hot owner of your new workplace for a few months now and you just couldn’t seem to get him out of your system – and yes, it didn’t help that you literally saw him every day. 

But honestly, who could blame you? Heavily tattooed – logical, seeing as he literally owned a tattoo parlor –, pierced, with long black hair and sparkling brown eyes, he surely was everyone’s dream man come true.

You wanted to do it right, go right to him, act cool and mysterious, and subtly ask him out while he smiled sheepishly, cheeks red at your forwardness. 

But you knew you couldn’t, that all of this was in your head. For one, he was absolutely not the type to blush. He was the type to make people blush. Second, Suguru was the most popular one at the shop, and considering you also worked with certified heartbreakers like Satoru and Toji, it was something to say. But how couldn’t he be? He was sweet and charming, a smooth talker. He always had the right words and had to be the most patient man you’d ever met.

And of course, he was also smoking hot. It also didn’t help that all you managed to do when you came in less than a three-meter radius from him was act clumsy and stutter like a newborn learning how to speak. You were definitely aware of the situation. The fact that he was way way out of your league. And you’d have discarded the thought of asking him out if Satoru hadn’t infiltrated your mind and set your heart racing when he’d whispered to you that someone he knew was planning on asking his best friend out this Friday.

“I mean, have you seen the guy?” He’d said, a knowing smirk on his lips, “You have ‘till Friday to make a move, or you’re fucked.”

Today was Monday. 

It was Monday, and of course, you still hadn’t said a single word to him. Sure, you two often found yourselves talking about work, new designs you’d come up with, and you had made sure to come to him every time you needed some advice, – and surprisingly, he’d also started doing so, setting your heart on fire every time he came to you –, but that was it. You two had never hung out together outside of work, even though you often had nights out with the others.

You shook your head and turned the doorknob, deciding you were going to stop acting like a schoolgirl with a stupid crush because it was honestly embarrassing. But then you saw him and immediately went back on your words.

God, he was just so effortlessly perfect. Who were you kidding? You could never stop acting this stupid when he looked like this.

He looked engrossed in a conversation, slender hands busy taping against the screen of his phone, a small grin on his lips, and you immediately considered going back inside. You were cringing inside, wondering what you were thinking coming back there when he was clearly busy.

But superior forces must’ve had other plans for you, because before you could make a hasty retreat inside the shop, your foot caught on a loose cobblestone, causing you to stumble and knock off a stack of empty crates.

You froze, the crates clattering and crashing to the ground. If he hadn’t heard you before, he sure had now. You sighed, lifting your eyes to see him, a cigarette casually hanging from his lips, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he beckoned you over with a nod and an amused smile. You looked left and right to see if he was calling someone else over, but quickly realized there was no one else outside. Your head turned to him, cheeks burning from embarrassment as he chuckled at your action. “Care to join me?” He added with a smile, before taking a long drag out of his burning stick.

You bit your lip and complied, leaning against the wall right next to him, as you tried holding in violent coughs, the smoke hurting your lungs. You were silent and must have been staring at the cigarette he was gracefully holding too intently, because he suddenly held it out to you, “You smoke?”

You melted at the sound of his voice, rich and gentle. And, no. No, you didn’t smoke. You absolutely didn’t and you’d never even wanted to try it.

So you couldn’t understand why the hell you were telling him that yes, you did, that you were an expert at rolling blunts at that, like you’d done this your entire life, when even the fruity smokes from fairs made you sick to your stomach. But… you didn’t want to tell him that no, that you found it repulsive at best. Besides… you kind of wanted to try it, now. See why he loved it so much. It couldn’t be that bad if he did, right?

You weren’t sure about that. But honestly, you didn’t even care if it gave you the chance to stand that close to him and share a moment, as short and insignificant as it may have been, with the man you’d been pining after for a while now.

You accepted the cigarette when he handed it to you, clumsily gripping it between two fingers as you stared at it hesitantly. You didn’t know how you looked right now, but you hoped you came across as at least a quarter as confident as he did. You know you didn’t, because as soon as you took your first drag, you started coughing uncontrollably, the smoke burning your throat as you gasped for fresh air.

“Definitely an expert at this, are you?” He teased, his focused gaze not leaving your form one bit as he took the stick back from your hand to place it between his plush lips. He took a long drag before exhaling the smoke in your direction, and his eyes crinkled with amusement as he watched you try not to cough it all out. His lips curled into a playful smile, tongue coming out to swipe at his bottom lip as he watched your flustered form. You were just so damn cute.

“Don’t worry,” he said, voice lower, “smoking’s not for everyone. I’m sure you must be an… expert, at something else.” He winked, his gaze lingering longer than necessary as he took you in from head to toe before he met your eyes once again.

Your breath caught in your throat at the implication of his words, heart racing as you tried to decipher what he must’ve meant by that. Surely it was innocent.

…Right?

The man suddenly straightened up, his playful demeanor shifting as he glanced at his watch. “Well,” he sighed, “break time’s over for me.” He casually tossed the half-smoked cigarette to the ground, crushing it under his Doc Marten’s boot.

You nodded at him with a smile, but couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment at the prospect of the conversation coming to an end so soon. This was the longest you’d ever found yourself alone with him, and you hadn’t even come close to asking him out. But before you could say a word, he met your eyes with a knowing smile. 

“If you ever want to experience new things, though…” he dragged out, hawk eyes not leaving yours, “you know where to find me.” The suggestion hung in the air long after the door swung shut behind him, and you let yourself slide against the wall of the alley, lightheaded. A few words from his soft lips had been all it took to make you lose your cool.

Oh, you were so fucked.

…And you still hadn’t confessed. Damn you, Suguru Geto.

AN : ok soo i actually haven't posted a fic about any fandom since like 2016/2017 so i'm back to stage 1 lmao. english is not my first language so i may update my posts sometimes to correct things a little too!! plus it hasn't been proofread yet bc it's 1am where i live rn so yeah. this os is actually meant to have followups, so if people like it i'll work on more parts for this (idk if this'll show up in searches since it's a new blog tho but oh weLL) (it was actually meant to be a drabble but i went overboard) (i still had to force myself to stop writing more)

[moonlightcycle571]

The Pros Of Being Omni-Lingual

Saw a while back someone saying Captain Marvel (or Shazam or Captain Thunder or whatever name you choose for him) is omni-lingual. I have no idea if it’s actually cannon, but it lives rent free in my head, and I got no plans of evicting it any time soon.

But anyways, the reasoning makes sense. He got his powers from The Wizard, to be The Champion of Magic, so it makes sense that among his other powers, he’s got all the languages down. And that works in his favour when connecting with Heroes

In general, people are more relaxed and open when speaking in their mother tongue, and with Cap knowing all the language cause of ✨magic✨, no one can blame him for knowing even the most top secret and heavily guarded languages (like Themisquiran, Atlanlantian or other).

See, when someone like Batman or Martian Manhunter speaks to you in your native language, it’s intimidating. When another JL member does it, it’s a pleasant surprise, but you can sense they aren’t that comfy with a language also do it for work purposes.

But when Cap does it? It’s “oh you speak …” “oh, I’m omni-lingual” type dialogue. If he gets a cult after mentioning that it was a gift from the Gods, then that’s a while other story

Pair that with his sunny attitude, and his golden retriever attitude, of course he gets people to like him. He’ll understand all the memes, have fantastic insight (Wisdom of Solomon) and political views (Whiz Kid radio host). To put it blankly, he has amazing conversational skills, and I am convinced that discussions can be the most meme filled talks or the most profound stuff you have ever heard, especially if it’s about Magic.

To get back on topic, these facts make him especially loved, not just by civilians he saves (head cannon that he knows what’s your preferred language of you speak more than one and reassures them in that language), but also by other heroes.

He can be seen with Martian Manhunter and Miss Martian (speaking Martian) while helping them cook some food from their home world.

Or with Supergirl in the lounge Kryptonian (Kal is great and all, as are the other supers, but Kryptonian is not their first language, not like her).

Or with Aquaman, talking about various Sea Gods in Atlantian. Whenever he’s got some Magical duties in Atlantis for whatever reason, he always gets invited for dinner with the Aquafam. He, Mera and Gar have the best Magic discussions

He tries to avoid speaking Themesciran, cause he’s a guy and he doesn’t want to disrespect their culture, but Wonder Woman is always more relaxed when speaking in her mother tongue. Most of the time, he will settle for Greek though (it’s her second language so it’s close enough). Although he did take it upon himself to teach Cassie when Diana couldn’t

For any of the Batfam, he switches languages, every other sentence. They love it, especially Bruce, Dick and surprisingly Alfred. It’s enrichment and tests their knowledge. When Clark and Diana aren’t here and his kids are in the watch tower, they go to the Captain to help with their language education (they don’t know he’s a kid, which makes Billy think he’s adulting right). Later when it was revealed he’s a kid, it makes the JL groan that a child was the better designated Baby Sitter (now Batman sends his kids in to hopefully adopt Billy)

When meeting new heroes, it’s the same shabang. He can instantly acclimatise to them and is just a walking talking Pitbull (looks scary, is a sweetie pie)

The lantern corps love him, and keeps sending him rings. My guy has to give the GLs a bad full of rings before every meeting (although they do wonder why there’s the a red, and sometimes yellow rings in the bag). holy shit I need to make a post about lantern corp and Captain marvel

But anyways, that’s just me ranting as someone who was raised bilingual and who definitely prefers English.

[kxsagi]

Hi, I'd like to request a Rin fic please ! The basic idea would be a kind of college AU where Rin has a neighbour in his apartment complex that plays an instrument (piano ? violin ?). Normally, it should bother him to no end because it disturbs his peace. But somehow...everytime he hears his neighbour playing, he can't help but listening to their sound... Hence, a nice reveal later ? I don't know if I'm very clear, English is absolutely not my first language. Thaaanks !

“𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞”

a/n: no you're totally okay!

i love piano music and i’m so passionate about it sometimes because my sister has been playing piano for nearly a decade

but freaking tik tok keeps putting nocturne over stupid memes and now i can’t listen to it as seriously 😭

little rant: my favorite song on the piano is “believe” from polar express it’s so beautiful, but i also love the theme song from the 80’s movie somewhere in time (hence the title), which is about a man who time travels backwards and meets the love of his life (though the ending is really sad i can’t lie 😭)

the first time it happens, rin thinks he’s going insane. 

he’s just gotten back from class – tired, pissed off, hoodie drawn halfway over his face – and is halfway through untying his shoes when the sound hits him. 

a piano. 

not loud, but not background noise either. it slips past the thin apartment walls like warm light under a door: persistent, gentle, and somehow… aching. 

he frowns, eyes narrowing as he straightens up, bag slung loosely over his shoulder. he’s used to the quiet in this building. this is a complex full of students too broke or too antisocial to cause trouble, and he likes it that way. 

but this… this is new. 

and somehow, he doesn’t hate it. 

over the next few weeks, the pattern repeats. 

rin doesn’t even know which unit it’s coming from, not exactly. just that it drifts in when the sky turns soft and low and orange. sometimes it’s a slow melody, full of longing. other times it’s sharper, emotional in a way that almost pisses him off, like it’s trying to say something he can’t name. 

most days, he finds himself sitting by his desk and… stopping. his pencil stills. his eyes trail away from the textbook. and he listens. 

to you. 

you, the girl next door, though he doesn’t realize it yet. you’re in the unit directly across from his, and you always leave the window cracked open when you play. not to show off; you just like the breeze, the way it lets the sound float naturally. but that tiny opening is all rin needs to hear you clearly, more clearly than he’d like to admit. 

he learns your sound before he learns your name. your rhythm, your pace, the way you sometimes repeat a phrase like you’re unsure. the way you trail off, then start again without frustration, just patient, steady, like you’re untangling a thought out loud. 

rin listens, and listens, and listens. he doesn’t know why it doesn’t bother him. 

he used to get annoyed when people tapped their pens on desks. this should’ve been unbearable. a piano player next door in a paper-thin apartment complex? 

but all it does is make him pause, blink, and lean just a little closer to the window. 

he doesn’t figure out who you are until he runs into you one morning, quite literally. 

his headphones are in, he’s sipping a vending machine coffee, and then bam! 

textbooks go flying. his coffee splashes. your water bottle rolls. 

“… shit, sorry,” he mutters, already crouching to help you gather your stuff. his gaze only flicks up for a second, and stops. 

you’re pretty. you’ve got a scarf looped loosely around your neck, and your hair’s twisted up with a pencil. your fingertips are red from the cold and when you give him a smile, he forgets what he was about to say. 

"it's okay," you say, breathless, but amused. “we’re both half asleep anyway.” 

he hands you your thermos. you smile again. 

and just as you're about to leave, he notices what you're holding: an oversized sheet music folder under one arm, a tote bag printed with faded piano keys slung over your shoulder. 

piano. 

it hits him instantly. you’re her. you’re the sound he's been chasing every evening without knowing it. 

his eyes widen for a second, just a fraction, and you catch it. 

“... what?” you ask, blinking. 

rin clears his throat, turns away. “nothing.” 

but he knows now. and for some reason, that fact sits in his chest like warmth instead of fire. 

from then on, it becomes harder to ignore. 

he hears you practicing and he feels… off. like he’s waiting for something. like he’s stuck in a pause between two sentences. when the music plays, it fills his room with a strange kind of comfort. it’s beautiful, yeah. but more than that, it’s familiar now. 

like a secret he’s sharing with you. 

and one day, when he hears the music stop abruptly and doesn’t start again, he finds himself annoyed. 

he opens his window, glances out. your curtains are drawn. no soft tune. no hesitant scales. just silence. 

and it bugs the hell out of him. 

he doesn’t expect to see you again that night in the laundry room, bent over a dryer with earbuds in. he doesn’t even think. he just walks over. 

“you didn’t play today.” 

you blink. pause your music. “huh?” 

“your piano,” he says, more awkwardly this time. “you didn’t play.” 

you look surprised for a second, then you smile – soft, like it snuck up on you. “you can hear me?” 

“you leave your window open.” 

“oh,” you laugh, a little embarrassed. “yeah. i just… didn’t have time today. midterms.” 

rin nods, leaning against the dryer. 

a beat of silence passes. then: “... you’re really good,” he says, eyes lowered. “i like listening.” 

you stare at him. 

then your voice softens. “you… do?” 

“don’t make it a big deal.” 

“i’m not,” you giggle. “you just don’t seem like the type.” 

rin groans under his breath. “what type?” 

“the type to say he likes piano music.” 

“it’s not the piano,” he says, a little too fast. “it’s you.” 

your breath catches. and then, quietly, your smile returns. 

“well, maybe i’ll leave the window open a little wider next time,” you murmur, brushing past him with your laundry basket, the scent of roses trailing in the air behind you. 

rin stands there in the hum of the laundry room, watching you walk away. 

and for the first time in a long while… he doesn’t mind the noise at all. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[onaswife]

Putellas Jr. Headcanons.

Couple: Mapi León x Putellas!Reader

(Reader will be called Alondra )

Au!Omegaverse. Alpha x Alpha

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: None, just that English is not my first language, so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes.

Enjoy~

PERSONAL LIFE. FRIENDSHIPS, FAMILY.

Alondra Putellas Segura (1999) is an alpha.

Her name was chosen by her father.

Younger sister of Alexia Putellas (1994) and Alba Putellas (1997).

When Alondra grew up she had problems with her scent glands because they did not develop correctly, which ended up affecting her scent. She has a sweeter scent, an aroma not characteristic of an alpha and characteristic of an omega, which is why she was often mistaken for one.

Her scent is sweet, warm, with a touch of vanilla and soft wood.

She followed in the footsteps of her older sister and became a professional soccer player.

She is good at learning languages. The longest it has taken her to learn a new language was 6-7 months.

“My mission in life is to annoy Alexia, to make her feel alive”

She has her group of friends outside the world of football. Matthew and Danielle are Omegas, Jackson and Eric are Alphas. Also Jackson and Danielle are siblings.

Alondra is a hyperactive person, she can’t stay still and some people on the staff suspect she has an attention deficit.

She shares tattoos with her sisters.

When she is nervous, she plays with her ring or the lace of her shorts.

She is a friend of Kerstin Casparij (she has a very similar personality), Jill Roord and Viv miedema. As a joke, they said that Alondra was Dutch in another life.

Even though she is no longer a Young Alpha, she is still treated like a puppy by Alexia, Irene, Kim, Marta and Jenni.

She is the queen of practical jokes in the locker room. No one is safe, not even Alexia or the coaches.

She has the most chaotic relationship with Alba. They love each other, but they can also argue over the silliest thing and the next minute be cuddling on the couch.

She likes to annoy Lucy and if it were an Olympic sport, Alondra would have already won the Gold medal.

She can fall asleep anywhere. On the bus, in the locker room, on the plane and in any uncomfortable place you can imagine.

Her playlist is absolute chaos. You can find everything from reggaeton to alternative rock and the occasional ABBA song.

She always has gum in her backpack.

She prefers WhatsApp audios to text messages because she's too lazy to write.

She's always the last to leave the locker room because she'll keep talking or bothering someone.

She's the typical one who comes in with the music at full volume without headphones, forcing everyone to listen to her chaotic playlist.

She's the only one who can annoy Alexia without serious consequences. Anyone else tries and gets the death stare.

Alba, Olga and her have a WhatsApp chat just to complain about Alexia when she goes into 'intense older sister' mode.

When she's with her mom, she automatically becomes calmer and sweeter. It's like her chaos off button.

When she was younger and Alexia was dating, she interrupted in the most annoying way possible.

At Christmas, she's always the one in charge of making the funniest (and sometimes ridiculous) gifts.

She's the one who sends memes at any time of the day without context.

When she gets obsessed with a series, she won't stop until she's watched it all in a couple of days.

She likes to play video games, but only sports or racing ones because she doesn't have the patience for history ones.

If she finds something she likes (a dessert, a song, a restaurant), she'll repeat it until she's tired.

If she's bored, she starts throwing things in the air just to see if she can catch them with her feet or head.

She wears her sweatpants really low just to piss Alexia off.

She has an obsession with rings and always wears at least one.

She sometimes paints her nails black or dark colors, but she bites them when she's nervous.

Sarcasm is her second language, and she even uses it in interviews.

She talks a mile a minute when she's excited and the only one who can stop her is Alexia with a "Alondra, breathe."

Alexia still can't get over her going out with Mapi, every time she sees them together she makes a face of "how did this happen."

When she comes home, she hangs on to Alexia as if she were still a puppy.

Every time she visits home, Alba and Alexia check her new tattoos to see if they're "suitable" after having joked that the next tattoo she would get would be something related to Real Madrid (she would never be able to get a tattoo about RM) (She hates RM with all her soul).

In her teens, when her hormones were at their peak, she suffered from not being able to impose her presence with her scent like the other Alphas. So she developed a confident and defiant body language to compensate.

Although she doesn't have a strong scent, her Alpha instincts are still there. She is extremely protective of her own, but she masks it with pranks and chaos.

With Alba, she is the typical Alpha sister who teases her younger Omega, but if someone treats her badly, she lets out a low growl that makes anyone back off

With her mother, her bark or Alpha disappears. The only person in the world who can make her sit and eat quietly without a fight.

She is clingy with the people she loves. If she is confident with someone, she will hug them by the neck or lean on you without giving you a choice.

Nothing like the typical Alpha. This makes some Omegas feel comfortable with her immediately, without noticing her dominant presence.

Many Alphas tried to mark her unconsciously because her scent awakened protective instincts in them. The habit did not last long after Alondra brushed them off with a challenging look.

Growing up as an Alpha but with a scent that did not match caused her many doubts in her adolescence. She did not feel completely Alpha or completely Omega.

The media and some fans have been speculating for years about her dynamic as an Alpha. Many believe that she is an Omega who identifies as an Alpha. Alondra does not care.

Alondra's dick size varies between 19 to 23 centimeters, while Mapi's varies between 17 to 20 centimeters.

PROFESSIONAL LIFE.

She studied and started playing at La Masia as a forward, where in 2015 she had the opportunity to move up to the first team and debut alongside her sister in the same team.

In 2016 Arsenal set their sights on her and decided to sign her, there was a conflict between Barcelona and Arsenal, since the first team did not want to lose Alondra completely and Arsenal did not want to accept her on loan. Finally, an agreement was reached and Alondra left as a new signing for Arsenal.

In 2019, Alondra was close to winning a Ballon d'Or, finishing in second place.

Number 11 in the first years at Arsenal. First season in Barcelona, ​​she wears number 18 and after Lucy's departure, she takes over number 15.

Arsenal: 2016-2017 to 2021-2022.

Barcelona: 2022-2023 to the present.

Alondra was part of the Spanish senior team between 2018-2022, being part of the 15 movement.

Getting to know the English team in her first year playing in London and in the first international break, thanks to Leah and Chloe who introduced her at a camp. (Alondra did not want to return to Spain and preferred to stay in London as she had a silly argument with Alba and pride was stronger).

Then very close to all the other English girls.

When she gets angry in games she usually shouts rude things in Catalan, or when she wants to bother in the locker room.

Yellow card duo with Katie McCabe.

In 2022 she decided to leave Arsenal and return to Barcelona. They are the only teams she has played for. The reasons for leaving were due to internal problems she had at the club.

CHELSEA'S HATER N°1

Who gives the most content on social media (team and personal)

At Arsenal, she and Katie McCabe had an unofficial competition of who could receive the most yellow cards without being sent off.

Leah and Chloe consider her their ‘Spanish troublemaker’ and take her everywhere when she is in London.

In the national team, Jenni Hermoso was her ally in mischief.

She always wears the same cleats when she plays an important match. She is superstitious about it.

Has a friendly rivalry with Patri Guijarro at Barça. They are always competing in training.

The terror of the alphas of other teams because she never stops provoking on the pitch.

Can turn anything into a challenge, from who gets to the locker room first to who hits the crossbar the most times.

Always has energy to spare, she is the typical one who wants to keep running in training when everyone is dead.

She is the terror of the medical staff, because she hates staying still when she is injured. Since her scent is not typical of an Alpha, she sometimes confuses others about her rank. This has been a problem on the court, where some rival Alphas underestimate her…

She grew up with a certain complex about her scent, especially when she was younger and other Alphas looked at her strangely for not smelling "correctly." But over time she learned to use it to her advantage, especially in provocations.

With the Omegas on her team she has a very marked relationship: she bothers them all the time, but if someone makes them feel uncomfortable, she completely changes and becomes threatening.

She does not mark everyone with bites, but she leaves "her mark" in other ways: hugs with a lot of physical contact, rubbing her head against her teammates' or biting their wrist when celebrating a goal.

In important games, her Alpha instinct is triggered. She plays more aggressively and her team uses her as a "territory marker."

If a rival Alpha tries to intimidate an Omega on her team, she is the first to intervene. Especially if it's Patri or one of her Omega friends.

In the locker room, she lays on top of her fellow Omegas without warning. "So they smell like the pack," she says.

She doesn't like being seen as a "weak" Alpha because of her scent, so she's one of the first to jump into verbal fights with rival Alphas.

Her scent may be sweeter, but when someone irritates her, it becomes stronger. In a match against Chelsea, her scent changed so much that Leah asked her if she was okay.

Some Alphas taunted her by saying that her scent made her "less Alpha." Katie McCabe was one of the few who told her to her face that "a real Alpha doesn't need a strong scent to get noticed." From that moment on, they became inseparable.

When she arrived at Barça, Patri and Aitana also doubted her Alpha presence... until they saw her play. Now Patri calls her "the infiltrated Alpha."

In the locker room, she sits between the Omegas because she likes the warmth of her presence. At Arsenal, her place was always between Leah and Viv.

On the national team, Irene Paredes spent half of the training camp reminding the others that, despite her deceptive scent, Alondra was an Alpha.

When she is upset or in the middle of a competition, her scent changes and becomes more spicy, with a slight hint of clove. It is the only time she imposes herself as a traditional Alpha.

In the locker room, she was often asked to calm panicked Omegas because her scent calmed them more than that of the other Alphas.

She always felt that she had to prove more than any other Alpha to be recognized as such. In every match, she played as if she had something to prove.

At Arsenal, some new Alphas doubted her presence until they saw her train. One time, a new Alpha commented that Alondra “looked like an Omega with too much energy.” Kim Little replied: “Tell her that on the pitch and see if you still think the same.”

Despite her soft scent, her Alpha instinct is immediately activated when she senses danger for her pack. If an Omega on her team is attacked on the pitch, Alondra is the first to arrive with a defiant smile and her body ready to defend.

Although she is an Alpha, in the Arsenal pack she would often curl up between Leah and Viv, as if she were another Omega.

RELATIONSHIP WITH MAPI.

They started dating Mapi in 2018.

When Alexia found out she wanted to hang Maria.

Designed some of Mapi's tattoos, but she has also suggested some absurd ones just to annoy her.

Shares a tattoo with Mapi. (Looks can be deceiving)

She has a list of tattoos she wants to get but can't decide because Mapi always convinces her to wait.

She doesn't obsess over couple marks like other Alphas, but she does obsess over couple scents. Mapi always ends up smelling like her because Alondra hugs her by the neck and hides her against her chest after games.

She knows that her bite isn't as strong as other Alphas, which made her insecure at first. She thought she'd never be able to properly mark her mate. But Mapi reassured her by telling her that, if she wanted to, she'd bite her until the venom was gone.

When Mapi is in heat, Alondra doesn't leave her alone for a second. If anyone gets too close to her, even her own teammates, her inner Alpha wakes up and automatically growls.

At first, she was afraid that she wasn't "Alpha enough" for Mapi. But Mapi took it upon herself to show her that it didn't matter.

Mapi sometimes bites her just for fun, but when Alondra does it, she does it with intent.

Mapi loves to see her in her clothes, especially her old t-shirts. It's her way of "marking" her without needing a bite.

One time, Alexia found them cuddling after a game, and her Alpha got so activated that she was in a bad mood all day.

When she first met Mapi, she thought she would be one of those who wouldn't take her seriously as an alpha. But Mapi sniffed her once, smiled, and said, "You're different. I like it." From then on, Alondra knew Mapi was her person.

Mapi loves her scent. She says it's "gently addictive," especially after workouts, when sweat intensifies it.

When they sleep together, Mapi clings to her shirt or collar, as if Alondra's scent relaxes her.

Sometimes when Mapi is in heat, Alondra feels like her Alpha instinct isn't enough. But Mapi always reassures her with a look, reminding her that it's not the scent that defines her, but who she is.

When Alondra is in heat, Mapi becomes much more territorial than usual. She's not aggressive, but her body language changes completely: she stays close, with her hand on Alondra's back or an arm over her shoulder. Her scent also intensifies and becomes thicker, like a silent warning.

Although she is not the type of Alpha who seeks to mark all the time, with Alondra, it is different. She does not mind if another Alpha approaches her partner, but she always makes it clear who owns the territory. She loves that Alondra smells her after training.

First I want to give credit to @insomniakisses who gave me the idea to do this and helped me with many things

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Hear me out on the platonic Autobots what if someone or something was trying to break into the little one's House what would the reaction be 🤔!

Surprise Houseguests (Part 2)

Platonic Yandere! Autobots x GN! Human! Reader

Wordcount: 3255

AN: Thank you so much for the ask!!! It’s my very first one!!!! I wanted to write something fitting for the occasion so it took a bit longer than expected. I decided that a second chapter situation would be best to explain because I’m a certified yapper. It's a bit darker than the first part but I like it. I’ve been learning how to read and write in Cybertronian so I know for sure what I’m talking about. 😎 I like to think of the sound of Cybertronian engines as being like cat sounds. There are purrs, soft hums of life, startled silences, and roars and the scientific explanation is that it’s actually because they’re all my little meow meows. This hasn’t been beta read so please forgive any mistakes!

TW: Soft yandere behavior that turns significantly less soft at some points, the home offense system, robot violence, murder, medium stalking instead of light stalking, Optimus loving grammatical accuracy, silly alien robots being silly and significantly more creepy than last time

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Your Cybertronian lessons were going very well and you were learning quite a bit. You were progressing much more quickly than you expected. It was probably helped by the fact that since your mouth physically can’t pronounce anything in the language, you didn’t have to worry about that aspect. You were able to read simple stories and understand sentences with the words that you were learning. It certainly helped that you had a team of native speakers thrilled to help any time you called. 

Optimus was especially pleased with your progress. He would wait for your call every Friday evening, the day your schedule allowed you to finally stay up later than usual. It wasn’t like you had much else to do in such a small town in the middle of nowhere. His brutality in battle increased a hundredfold on those days, to the point where after watching him tear apart soldiers with his bare servos because he was angry that he might be late for your call, many Decepticon teams simply refused to fight any Autobots every seven solar cycles. Megatron was not happy but after reviewing recovered battle footage, understood and scheduled accordingly. It was better that way for everyone involved. Optimus was always very excited to teach you the meaning of new words and phrases and slowly transitioned his stories from English to Cybertronian. A former Iacon archivist was probably one of the best language, history, and culture tutors that you could’ve dreamed of. Optimus was an expert and it was the reason that he always spoke so formally. You remember during one of the visits that the team made to your home, he told you, “Even in the face of grave danger, there is always a place for eloquence, proper grammar, and correct syntax.”

You thought that he was joking. He, in fact, was not. He would affectionately correct your grammar and spelling in the messages that you would send him and always encouraged the others to do the same. He kept multiple copies of your messages in his hard drive, as did the rest of the team with their messages from you. Even though they were horribly spelled and sometimes borderline indecipherable in the beginning, they were deeply cherished. The younger and less mature bots would show each other each message before recharging, gushing about how cute and sweet you were, even when you were trying to have serious conversations with them. The older bots denied it but they listened in and found it endearing.

You had started making memes in a mixture of Cybertronian and English and sending them in a group chat to Bumblebee, Windblade, Jazz, and Wheeljack. You had tried to explain why they were funny to Ironhide, Optimus, and Ratchet but most of the time, they just looked at you with the most perplexed, mildly concerned, and very supportive expressions imaginable. Most of the time when you showed Ratchet your memes, he just stared at it for a little bit, patted you on the head, told you that he was glad that you were enjoying yourself, and started teaching you how to do a new type of basic repair on a Cybertronian. Ratchet was good at redirecting you into more familiar territory and the old mech was much more gentle about it with you than anyone else. You’d get the occasional chuckle from Ironhide and Optimus when you showed them but they seemed to enjoy just listening to you talk about anything and everything.

Something that both Optimus and Ironhide enjoyed significantly more than memes was playing games. You would play simple Cybertronian strategy games with them. It was rare that you won and the occasions that you did win were usually based on luck. That didn’t mean that you didn’t enjoy it. Quite the opposite, actually. You loved having them give you tips on what to do next and sometimes you would play as poorly as possible, just to get a reaction from them. You liked the stories about who Ironhide used to play the games with on Cybertron before the war. His voice would get soft and nostalgic. He seemed much more relaxed. It reminded you of how Optimus spoke when he was telling you a bedtime story. You enjoyed listening to Ironhide’s war stories while he drove you around but there was something so calming about his stories from before the war.

You liked Windblade’s stories too. You hesitated to go on rides with her at first because of how much she liked doing tricks to impress you but cruising at a steady altitude through the clouds with her was nice. You’d get much less nauseous that way. She did that quite a bit when she figured out that you liked it. You liked hearing about the titans and how she spoke to them. You thought that it was amazing that she could talk to such massive beings and that they’d understand her. Her perspective on the war was different than that of the mechs on the team and you liked hearing about what she had to say. She was the only femme that you knew and you liked spending time with her once she figured out how to handle you properly without scaring you.

Bumblebee and Jazz both loved goofing off with you. You’d watch movies and TV shows together and make plenty of commentary on the characters. You’d mostly end up laughing through whatever you were watching and making even more memes to go with them. You liked spending one on one time with each of them too. Bee would go racing with you through backroads and empty streets, keeping you buckled up tight as he sped around with you squealing and laughing in delight. He loved hearing you laugh and seeing you happy. Jazz would only occasionally speed around on your drives together. He would get you a treat to eat before he cruises around with you sitting in the luxurious interior of his alt mode, listening to old and new favorite songs with him. You would spend time finding new songs for each other every day and saving them up for when you inevitably went for another drive. You had playlist upon playlist of music to choose from with every genre imaginable. Jazz was who you went with if things were busy and you needed to escape from your worries for a while.

The Autobot team had been in contact with you for eight months before something went wrong. It wasn’t what was expected. The raccoons continued rummaging through your trash, even after the improvements made to the cans by Wheeljack and Ironhide. It had actually gotten worse after a month. You complained about it to Jazz while you were chatting with him on a call and he decided to see how they managed to do it that night while he was on watch. Jazz contentedly watched the feeds of each camera in your house while monitoring the surrounding area. He was watching your leg twitch in your sleep and recording it to show to Ratchet (just in case it was cause for concern, he rationalized) when there was abnormal movement detected outside where you kept your trash cans. He stopped recording you and then started watching the live footage from outside while starting a new recording.

There was a man digging through your trash.

A human man.

Unacceptable.

To his horror, the man went around your entire house and tried to open every door and window.

Something had to be done.

Jazz immediately woke Optimus and Ironhide and showed them the footage. The enraged roar of the Prime’s engine, the blaring of his horn, and the smell of the ominous black smoke billowing from his exhaust pipes were enough to startle the entire team awake, as well as the vast majority of the inhabitants of the town they were staying in.

The team abandoned their mission and immediately started driving back to your house at first light. It could wait. You could not. Optimus had wanted to start driving immediately and not stop until they had arrived but Ratchet had convinced him to reluctantly let the team finish their recharge. He sat in his alt mode and seethed the entire night. He couldn’t recharge. How could he ever recharge in that kind of situation? Someone was bothering his little one. Someone was creeping on you and he and his entire team were too far away to protect you. The flamethrower at the front door was disabled and the rest of the defense systems were made for raccoons and Decepticons. You were defenseless. The rest of the Autobots didn’t recharge all that well either. It was understandable. Trying to relax feet away from a Prime ready to eviscerate a member of the species that he swore to protect is not an easy task. 

On the familiar road back to your home, it was eerily quiet on the comms. The only time that anything was said was an hourly report of your whereabouts and activities, plus the occasional update when you messaged a member of the team. Optimus’s spark ached when you sent him a message about how you picked up some of the oil that he likes at the auto store. You really had no clue how much danger you were in and were just going about your day like usual. You really did need the Autobots to protect you.

When the team finally made it to your town after a few solar cycles, Optimus sent Windblade, Bumblebee, Wheeljack, and Ratchet to your home to guard you. As much as Optimus wanted to see you as soon as possible, he had something to deal with first. Ironhide and Jazz were going with him to help handle the situation. There was also the added benefit of you not being able to see him while he’s angry. He knew that his size made him intimidating under the best circumstances and he didn’t want to scare you with how upset he was.

Jazz had been tracking the man bothering you from the second that he showed Optimus and Ironhide the footage. He may be a more laid back bot but that didn’t mean that he let things like this slide. The man was going to hurt you. Jazz was not going to let that happen. If the angry energy radiating off of the Prime was bad for team morale, the cold energy from Jazz was worse. They were used to the mech being friendly even in life or death situations. 

Ironhide wasn’t about to let anything happen to you either. He had been teaching you self defense and would always affectionately refer to you as his little cadet. He would only let you use a low power blaster under the strictest supervision but he called it your training time. When you were done, he’d give you one of the treats he found during his missions and tell you how well you did. It was a nice change of pace for him. In his eyes, you were already an Autobot and he was known for keeping his team safe. He was less angry and more determined to eliminate the threat so that everything would go back to normal.

The rest of the team didn’t know the details of what was going on but they knew that you were under threat and the cause was a human. That was all they had to know while keeping a careful watch over you. Bumblebee figured that you didn’t know about the danger you were in and kept you close. He would peek through the windows as you got things from your house and make sure that you were no more than fifteen feet away from an Autobot at all times. You didn’t know why your friends were being so clingy but you were happy to be around them.

Windblade didn’t take you on any flights that day. You found it strange but you figured that she was just shaken up after a particularly bad mission. You were happy to try your best to comfort her and the rest of the team. You pulled up some funny videos that you had watched while they were gone and watched them on a data pad with her while she worked on one of her blasters and you worked on a small craft. You both giggled at some of the funniest parts and you were proud of yourself for making her smile when you gave her the necklace that you made for her. Her spark melted when you talked about putting felt on the back of the pendant so it wouldn’t scratch her finish. It was impossible for her not to smile around you but she didn’t tell you that. She wanted you to feel special.

Wheeljack occupied himself by improving your home defense system. There were going to be no more silly features that allowed you to turn them off outside of an extreme emergency. He sat you on his shoulder during less dangerous parts, explaining the intricacies of Cybertronian engineering to you. He spoke in Cybertronian for some of it and it was clear that he thought that you were further along in your studies of the language than you actually were. You didn’t understand most of what he was saying but you were happy to be included. After a few hours of intensive engineering lessons, he playfully shooed you away when he had to get advice from Ratchet on which weapons system would be the most effective against organics. 

Ratchet was surprisingly calm about everything. He gave you a check up and made sure that you hadn’t been hurt while they were gone. He was concerned about the random small bruises that regularly showed up on your legs and even more so about the fact that you didn’t know where they were from. He quickly realized that they were simply from your clumsiness and made you take an iron supplement while you watched him make small repairs on the team’s equipment. It worried him a bit that you were so prone to becoming damaged. He would have to research methods to keep you safe from yourself.

Jazz gave the location of the man to Optimus and Ironhide. The man lived in a cabin much deeper in the woods than you. Ironhide figured that living away from other humans was the man’s only redeeming quality. It would make neutralizing him much simpler. The three mechs transformed into their bipedal modes, not bothering to conceal themselves from the man. They could see his startled face peeking out from one of the windows and Ironhide and Jazz were equally startled when Optimus tore through the cabin like it was tissue paper to get to the man.

He snatched up the man, engine roaring once more and internal temperature rising to the point where he could smell flesh cooking in his servo. 

“You dare treat our little one like a creature to be preyed upon?” His voice boomed.

Optimus’s digits were crushing the man. It was difficult to tell at first but the man’s ears were bleeding. The sheer volume of the Prime’s rage had burst his eardrums. Ironhide and Jazz simply watched. They had all lost so much. They had sacrificed everything for their cause. It was okay to be selfish for once. It wasn’t even that selfish, Jazz had told Ironhide on the way back. They were taking care of you. You needed them to protect you from a threat to your life and happiness.

Squish.

Optimus crushed the man in his grip with a twitch of his digit. He then dropped the man onto the forest floor. The man had somehow survived and was simply staring up at the bots. There was a satisfaction in the Prime’s eyes that made the man even more afraid. The man couldn’t hear anymore but he could see. He could see the pleasure that the mech took in watching the life drained out of his body and all he could do was look up at him. Optimus stepped back and Ironhide took his turn standing over the man. Ironhide raised his blaster and glared down at the man.

BANG.

Suddenly, the problem had been solved.

The man hadn’t even left behind a corpse. He was incinerated by the shot and there was only a smear of carbon on the forest floor. Jazz stomped out the flames licking at the edges of the blast and seemed content. You were safe again and he was very happy with that. He gave a friendly smile to the other two mechs. He made sure that all of them were clean of any blood or unpleasant smells before they made their way back to your home. It was important that you didn’t know anything about their methods of protecting you. It was for your own good and none of them wanted you to be afraid of them. They wanted you to still want to be around them.

Optimus hummed a Cybertronian lullaby on the way back to your house. His mood was lighter as he walked back through the woods, back to you. You looked up from where you were sitting with Wheeljack when you heard the song rumbling from in the trees and your face lit up. You recognized the tune when you heard him from the times that he sang you to sleep with it and you eagerly ran up to him while telling him how much you had missed him and the others. That cheered his spark even more. He lifted you up in his servo, listening to you chatter at him and loving every second. He carefully ran a digit along your head and back, watching how you relaxed while he rubbed your back and smiling down at you. It was all that he could do to not coo at your cute behavior. He would never allow any harm to come to you. You were their perfect little one. 

You enjoyed your standard routine of learning and relaxing with the Autobots for the duration of their visit. They were even more doting than usual. You didn’t find it strange. You were just happy to hang out with them. You followed them around like a little duckling and acted very sweet towards them, just like always. You were such a wonderful human and they all adored you. The team had to leave after a few days and seemed much better off after their mini vacation with their favorite human. They resumed their regular communications with you and got back to their missions.

Optimus was a quiet mech outside of battle. His tendency to quietly look at and organize data hadn’t changed, even after millennia of war. He was reading a report while half listening to you and Bumblebee chatting over a call. It was comforting and gave him a sense of normalcy. He loved hearing your thoughts and ideas. You were so young and naive, especially compared to them. It was so refreshing to him and his team. Optimus smiled when he heard you excitedly tell Bumblebee that the raccoons were finally leaving your garbage alone. He gave Ironhide and Jazz a knowing look. Ironhide was doing maintenance on his blaster and Jazz was checking over the surveillance cameras in your home. They both returned his look with smiles. He and the Autobots were keeping you safe and they would continue to do so.