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bellaramslover · 1 year

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Kryptonite(18+)

Word Count: 4.2k

Summary: ellie hated everyone, except you. You go out to the bar one night and some guy bothers you, she punched his ass ofc. You get into a small fight but then you guys go back to her place and things get freaky;)

Cw: fighting, drinking, smut, strap-on sucking, strap-on sex, scissoring, rough sex, degrading, praising, spanking, the tiniest bit of overstimulation

A/n: ooh this is seriously dirtyyy! 😭 sorry if I missed any content warnings but I really think that's all. Also, I've been going back to my previous fics and rereading and I just now realize I misspell so much and like forget words, so I'm sorry for all my grammar fuck ups lmao

Ellie Williams was many things, but nice was not one of them. People usually tried to steer clear of her, knowing her mood was negative more often than not. But of course, there was the occasional time when somebody made the mistake of trying to be friendly with her. It typically ended with Ellie cursing them out, or insulting them somehow. And then you'd come around, always calming her down and putting a smile on her face.

Everybody found it odd, from the minute you'd been welcomed to Jackson, Ellie was always so sweet to you. It honestly had jaw dropping, everyone was shocked to say the least. On top of that, it made no sense. I mean, some random girl comes into town and she just happened to be Ellie Williams kryptonite? Absolutely zero sense.

Nobody dared to question it though, and anytime they did Ellie had a lot to say. The main point she'd give was that it was simply 'none of their fucking business', among other things. You, yourself, found it a bit odd. You'd heard stories about Ellie from various people around town, and it was hard to believe she could be so harsh and mean. Was she really as cruel as they'd said? You'd never know, because she was nothing but kind to you.

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After deciding to get ballsy on patrol, Ellie was sentenced to the unbearable punishment of laundry duty for a week. The only good part of it being that she got to see you, you had been a clothing designer before all this apocalypse shit happened so you knew a lot about clothing. This being the reason for your permanent work assignment staying laundry duty, you'd requested that it be permanent. Maria had no issue doing thst for you, and you were beyond thankful. You and no interest in getting yourself into any kind of danger, doing patrol or something else.

Currently, Ellie was trying to figure out what the hell she was supposed to do with the laundry detergent. She looked at the various bottles, grabbing then to read the instructions on the back. After a minute of trying to comprehend what she was meant to do, she let out a frustrated sigh before slamming the yellow bottle back in its place on the shelf.

"I could help you out, you know?" A brunette boy suggested with a sweet smile, he was younger and very clearly meant no harm.

"Fuck off" She scoffed harshly, "I don't need your help." Her tone was aggressive as she walked back over to the baskets of clothing.

She decided to sort them by color instead, that was something she was capable of. Five minutes or so passed and you came in, late. Very unusual for you, you were one of those people who was either early or on time. But late, you were never late. Ellie's face immediately lit up when she saw you, she smiled from ear to ear as she ran over to pull you in for a hug.

"Oh, hi" You laughed, wrapping your own arms around the girl, "somebody missed me." You joked.

"Shut up" She smirked at you, rolling her eyes, "why are you late? You're never late." She asked, a hint of worry in her tone.

"Um, I was just talking to Gavin, guess I got caught up." Your cheeks flushed red, Gavin was the guy you had a crush on for weeks now.

Ellie couldn't wrap her head around why, he was such a dick. Not that you'd be able to figure that out by the way he acted. He pretended to be a nice, caring guy. But he wasn't either of those things. And since he had you in a chokehold, for some unknown reason, you'd have to find that out the hard way. Ellie tried to tell you, relaying stories she'd heard from friends who'd been with him. But you were just lovesick.

"Oh, k." Her smile dropped now, and she spoke monotonly as she had no interest in why you were so busy talking with Gavin.

You furrowed your brows slightly at her sudden change in demeanor, but ultimately you ignored it. Smiling, you walked over to greet Samuel, the brunette boy who'd usually help you out with laundry.

"Good afternoon, Samuel! How are you today?" You asked, but he seemed kinda down.

He hadn't given you an answer, just shrugged, so you walked over to him and asked what was up. He motioned for you to lean in, so that he could whisper in your ear. Samuel told you about how Ellie had told him to 'fuck off.' And you let out a dramatic gasp.

"Ellie Williams! Did you tell my sweet bo Samuel to fuck off?" You asked sternly, hands on you hips as you made your way over to the girl.

She bit her lip, her cheeks flushed red as she knew she'd been caught.

"Maybe... I'm sorry!" She apologized with a frown, looking at you with pleading eyes.

"Do not talk to my sweet little helper that way, he's my friend." You scolded her just a bit more, and she nodded in understanding.

"Oh, hey could you help me with the detergent? I'm not really sure what to use." She asked you, pointing her thumb in the direction of the shelf filled with various laundry detergents.

"Yes, if you promise to be nicer to my dear friend Samuel." You raised your brows.

"Promise..." She smiled with a playful eye roll.

You proceeded to help her with the detergent, making sure she'd remember for next time. Ellie would continue her work duties, bored out of her mind as she prayed to be let back onto patrol early for good behavior. At a certain point in the day, she'd just be eyeing the clock, counting down the hours until she could finally be free from this torture. You, however, didn't mind the job one bit. It actually brought you joy, helped you to relax even. It reminded you of the days before.. everything.

Once it did fall time to clock out, Ellie was quick to rush out of the laundry area, waiting for you outside. You'd chuckle to yourself and shake your head, she was so dramatic. On your way out, you waved a goodbye to Samuel then smiled as you found Ellie leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.

"Hey, wanna go to the bar?" She asked with a cheeky smile.

You sighed through your nose, hesitant as Ellie was a terrible drunk.

"Fine. But Ellie, please don't get too drunk." You asked, taking her hands in your own.

"Ok... come on." She smiled as she held your hand and walked the two of you to the bar.

Once you got there, you took seats at the bar and Ellie ordered for the both of you. Alcohol wasn't really your thing, but she seemed to know her way around it pretty well. And you trusted her, which was a good choice because when you took a sip of your drink it was absolutely delicious. After another drink and the passing of some time, Gavin had made an appearance.

You saw him and a smile spread across your face, your eyes lit up and your knees felt weak. Ellie took notice to your mood change, following your eyes to see the man himself. She rolled her eyes and let out a small groan as she rested her head in her hand. You turned back around, sipping from your drink and trying to act cool. Then, Gavin had come to sit beside you.

"Hey Y/n, how you doing?" He greeted, the sound of his voice had you giggling.

"Hi, I'm good. How are you?" You asked in return, playing with your hair a bit.

"Oh I'm doing just great. Who's your friend?" He asked, gesturing to Ellie who was now on her third drink.

You sucked in a breath through clenched teeth.

"Oh, this is-" Ellie had cut you off.

"I'm Ellie." She answered him with a harsh tone.

"Well, nice to meet ya Ellie" Gavins voice trailed off as he looked at the door, "I've gotta go." He sent a little wave your way.

You waved back with furrowed brows, then frowned as he was meeting a girl who just walked in. She was pretty, long blonde hair and a striking figure. You sighed, dropping your head down on the bar with a groan. Ellie sighed.

"What's wrong?" She asked in a soft tone, bringing a hand to rub up and down your back soothingly.

"I'm a fucking idiot." Was all you muttered, not picking your head up until a minute later.

You turned around and honestly felt like you could cry when you saw the two of then dancing together, he had his hands on her waist and pulled her unbelievably closer. She laughed as her hands wrapped around the back of his neck. You turned back to look at Ellie, the pout on your face more evident than anything.

"Oh, come on, he's an asshole anyways" Ellie rolled her eyes, glancing over at the dancing pair, then she stood and reached out a hand, "come on baby, dance with me."

You smiled, placing your hand in hers and letting out a small laugh as she pulled you to stand with her. At first, you just held hands and bounced around to some faster songs. But then about two songs later, a slower song came on. Your cheeks flushed red and you took a step back, only for Ellie to snake a hand around your waist and pull you closer.

"Ellie.. what are you doing?" You whispered as she held your waist and pulled you in tight, so that you were practically hugging.

"Dancing." She whispered in return.

You giggled and brought your arms around her shoulders, leaning in so your head rested on one of them. Ellie smiled as her eyes fell shut, your perfume greeting her kindly. You sighed as you relaxed under her touch, nobody could make you feel the way she did. Her hands found their way to your lower back, rubbing small circles onto it. You'd nuzzle your face in her neck, smiling as you brought your hands to play with her hair.

"Fuck Y/n.." Ellie groaned under her breath.

You giggled, lifting your head to meet her eyes. She looked at you like you were the only girl in the world. You looked down at your feet, then back at her. Your breath hitched as your eyes couldn't seem to focus on hers anymore, but rather on her slightly chapped lips. She had to have noticed because a smirk slowly formed on her face. Before you'd do anything you would regret, you stepped back from her. The loss of her touch left you feeling empty, but you would ignore it and just smile as you excused yourself.

"I have to use the bathroom." You simply said, and she took a seat at the bar once again as you made your way to the restroom.

You didn't actually have to go, so instead you washed your hands underneath cold water. And you splashed some on your face for good measure, you'd been getting unbelievably hot during your dance with Ellie. Once you could no longer feel your heart beating in your ears, you left the bathroom to return to Ellie. Unfortunately, there had been someone waiting for you outside.

"Hey, you know you look really good tonight." Gavin spoke smugly as he leaned against the wall.

"Yeah? Thanks." You scoffed, "shouldn't you be getting back to your date?" You spoke matter of factly, trying to push past him.

Your efforts didn't get you much of anywhere, his hand now finding a tight grip on your forearm while the other went to hold your face. You rolled your eyes with a frustrated sigh.

"Ok, come on Gavin I'm really not in the mood." You spoke coldly, willing him to just take the hint and leave you alone.

He tsked, leaning down to whisper in your ear,

"Come on angel, just let me show you a good time." You shuddered at his words, disgusted.

That was your last straw and you found the energy to shove him off of you and into the wall with a hard thud. Then, you saw Ellie turning the corner, her fists balled at her sides as her brows knitted together with anger.

"The fucks going on here?" She asked gruffly.

"Ellie, it's nothing. I'm fine." You placed a hand on her chest, trying to convince her.

Of course it didn't work because the next thing you knew you were watching as she punched Gavin so hard he'd fallen over. Her knuckles were red, and his face began to bruise.

"Ellie!" You screamed as your hands went over your mouth in shock.

Before she could get any other hits in, you'd held her by her shoulders as you dragged her outside. She yelled at the poor guy the entire time. Sending a good amount of threats his way.

"What is wrong with you!" You shouted at the girl as the two of you now stood outside in the chilly night.

"Me? He deserved it and you know it!" She'd shouted back, gesturing with her hands, something she did often when she was angry.

"Yeah maybe, but still! You can't just go around punching every guy that bothers me, I can take care of myself you know?" Your hands were on your hips.

"Oh god, this again? I can't keep having this fucking conversation with you, Y/n!" She gritted her teeth.

"What conversation? The one where I have to constantly remind you that I'm a full grown adult, and I am entirely capable of taking care of and defening myself? I mean seriously Ellie, what's the problem? Do you think that I can't take care of myself?" You asked with a frustrated sigh.

"What, no! Of course I know you can, but I just- I care about you a lot and you shouldn't have to take care of yourself. It makes me feel good to defend you, I don't know why it just does. And I'm... sorry." Sge struggled to get the apology out.

"It's ok. Let's just go home, sleep it off." Your suggestion sounded good, but Ellie stopped you with a hand on your wrist.

"Wait." You looked at her with questioning eyes, wondering what else she had to say.

Turns out, she didn't have anything to say. Instead, she had brought one hand to your waist and the other to the back of your neck. She bit her lip, her eyes flickering between your own and your lips. After a minute or so had passed, she just couldn't resist. She pulled you in and connected her lips with yours, kissing you like it was the end of the world.

"Ellie~" You whined as you parted from the kiss for a moment, immediately diving back in.

This time, you pressed your tongue to her bottom lip. And she gladly let you in, opening her mouth wide so she could taste your tongue on hers. It was something from another world, you'd felt dizzy and giddy, and there was something else too. There was this heat between your legs, it almost hurt. You whimpered into her mouth at the unfamiliar feeling.

"What's wrong baby?" She asked, her forehead resting against yours.

"I don't know, 's all achy down there." You admitted, embarrassed as you'd only dare to stare down at her shoes.

Ellie let out a sinful chuckle,

"Well, I think I could help with that." She gave you one last kiss before taking you to her house.

You stood in her living room, your hand coming to scratch the back of your neck awkwardly as she rushed upstairs to grab 'a little something special' from her room. You'd wondered what she could be grabbing, but not for long as she returned swiftly without her bottoms now and a large black strap tightened around her hips. Your eyes widened at the sight of it, and you knew you wanted it inside of you. Your mouth watered at just the thought of her fucking your brains out.

She walked over to you with a smirk, pulling you in for yet another kiss. You smiled into it, letting out small moans here and there as the taste of her tongue felt so good against your own. You'd sighed as she pulled your top off, now placing kisses along your jaw and neck. It wasn't long before she was placing feather light kisses to the top of your boobs, then palming them roughly as she watched your face contort with pleasure.

"Get on your knees." She ordered after a minute, and you were quick to oblige.

Getting down on the floor, you looked up at Ellie with lustful eyes. She grabbed a fistful of your hair, taking a step closer to you as she held her strap in the other hand. You licked your lips before chewing slightly at your bottom one.

"Open that pretty little mouth of yours for me baby." She cooed, her hand tightening in your hair as you'd opened wide.

She chuckled as she pushed her cock into your mouth, watching with nothing but joy as she shoved it as far as it could go. You'd gagged, unable to help it, then you let out a small whimper which was muffled by her large cock. She groaned at this, tugging your hair a bit, which brought a lengthy moan from your lips.

"Fuck baby, look at you being a good little slut. Taking my cock down your throat so well. Good girl." The praise she'd given you had gotten you even wetter, if that was even possible.

Ellie would continue to move your head up and down for a bit longer until she was satisfied, carefully she removed her hand from your hair and let you pull back. Your lips left her cock with a satisfying pop sound and she smiled sinfully as she pulled you to stand. She brought a hand to your chin, wiping your saliva that had dripped down your chin while you were kept busy deep-throating her.

She'd snaked her hands around you now, gripping at your ass before giving it a harsh smack that made your body jolt with pleasure and excitement. Another kiss was brought to your lips by her, but not for long as you'd pulled away quickly.

"Ellie, please." You whimpered, she only let out a small chuckle.

"Please what? Use your words baby." She kept a finger under your chin.

"Please," another moan, "fuck me. Fuck me good and hard, please I need you." You were begging shamelessly now, and she loved it.

"Well, aren't you cute. Your wish is my command, princess." She smiled as she backed you up to the couch, lying down before pulling you on top of her.

You sat straddling her for a minute, she rubbed your thighs with her hands soothingly before ridding you of both your jeans and panties in just one motion. You bit your lip as she held your hips, lifting you so the head of her strap just grazed your dripping hole. She'd continue to tease you for what felt like ages, before you just couldn't take it anymore so you'd taken it upon yourself to lower down onto her cock. You threw your head back with a loud, pornagraphic moan as you felt the burning stretch inside of you.

Ellie scoffed,

"Did I say you could do that? Eager little slut, you're gonna regret that." She groaned as you continued making the sweetest sounds as she gripped your hips harder.

She'd waste no time, immediately thrusting into you roughly and at a fast pace that had your head spinning. Occasionally, she'd bring a hand up from your hip to place a firm smack against your ass, in the same spot every time. You were sure there'd be a mark, but you didn't care because it felt so fucking good. Then, she'd angled herself just ever so slightly differently and began to hit a spot that you didn't even know existed.

"Oh, oh god! Fuck yes, right there Ellie. Fuckk." You moaned as you called out her name, your hands finding their way to her chest as you began to grind your hips down against her.

"Oh yeah, you like that slut?" She asked, using the rather vulgar name that only got you hotter.

You nodded, feeling as if your vision went hot white at the pleasure you were feeling. It was so phenomenal, you almost thought you mightve been dreaming. But then, she stopped and held your hips tightly so you couldn't move an inch.

"Fucking answer me." She commanded.

"Yes yes. Yes I love it. Please keep going. Please." You whimpered, tears welling in your eyes.

"That's my girl." She smiled as she resumed her rough thrusts, loosening her grip on your hips so you could rut against her as well.

She bit back a moan as the strap had been hitting against her clit just right, that and the sight of you was more than enough to make her cum. The way your tits bounced underneath your scarlet red lace bra, and how beautiful your face looked as you moaned loudly. And oh the way you said her name was just so fucking sexy.

"Ellie- I'm gonna" your breath hitched with a gasp, "fuck 'm gonna cum." your moans got even louder somehow.

"Me too baby, come on cum with me. Come on baby." She'd finally let out a small moan and that sent you over the edge.

However you didn't just cum, you were gushing all over her beautifully long strap as well as her thighs. Ellie moaned louder at the sight of you squirting all over her cock, and then got her own release. She didn't stop pounding into you as she rode out her own high, and it didn't take long before you were feeling overstimulated. But you'd do anything to watch as her eyes squeezed shut with the pleasure of her orgasm.

"Mmn- fuck." She let out a small groan as she removed her cock from your hole, a small string of your slick connecting it still.

You let out a small sigh of exhaustion as you layed against her chest, smiling as her hands came to rub up and down your back. You lied there together for a minute or so before she finally spoke.

"Let's go to my room." She whispered, and you didn't say anything in return.

You'd just followed her upstairs and watched as she removed her strap, sitting on the bed and patting the spot next to her. You joined her and sat with your back against the headboard, leaning forward as she came to kiss you. You'd pulled at her shirt and giggled a bit as she ripped it off, revealing her black sports bra. Then, she'd used one hand to spread your legs before getting into position.

One of her legs straddled your hip, a hand on your shoulder and the other on your waist. Her eyes fell shut as she let out an airy moan when she'd ground her throbbing clit against your own, and you'd let out a similar sound.

"Fuck, baby. Your pussy feels so good against mine." She bit her lip, letting out more moans as she thrusted against you.

Sure, the way Ellie had pounded into you earlier was amazing and beyond pleasurable. But there was just something so euphoric about her sopping wet pussy gliding against your own. The feeling of your slicks mixing together just drove you insane. Apparently it had the same effect on Ellie because she was louder than ever, moaning and whimpering with great pleasure.

Your breath quickened as you felt yourself getting close again, and began to move your own hips against her as well. This made Ellie let out a guttural groan.

"Oh yeah, just like that baby." She said in an almost whisper, her eyes falling shut with pleasure.

And with a few more thrusts, the both of you reached yet another release. Now you weren't the only one making noise, Ellie was moaning while also letting out "thank you's and 'fuck's. After fully riding out your highs, Ellie lied down next to you. She brought a hand to wipe her forehead, it dribbled with sweat and her hair stuck to it a bit.

You felt your eyes vetting heavy, snuggling against Ellies side as you let them fall shut. She'd hold you for a minute before standing up.

"Don't fall asleep yet, baby. I wanna get you cleaned up first." She placed a kiss to your forehead, going to the bathroom then returning with a wet rag.

She wiped you down gently, placing soft kisses along your body on the way. Once she finished that, she'd given you a t-shirt of hers to wear to sleep. She climbed back into bed, pulling you to lay on her chest. You snuggled your head into the crook of her neck, bringing your hands to wrap around her shoulders.

"Goodnight Els." You said sleepily.

"Goodnight baby." She responded with a kiss on top of your head.

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kairismess · 4 months

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❝WRITTEN IN BETWEEN THE LINES...❞

🏐 genre: fluff ~~ ✒️ word count: 1076 💭 summary: kuroo had nothing to do one slow afternoon, until you caught his eye and... he just knew he had to get to know you. but, it seems that he's gotten to know himself better after meeting you: he officially has a thing for bookworms. chatty yet shy ones, in fact. 🍥 author's note: i need more friends like y/n / reader fr... ALSO IF Y'ALL CAUGHT THE REFERENCE ON WHICH GHIBLI MOVIE THIS IS BASED OFF, MARRY ME RN

kuroo could remember the first time he laid eyes on you, he was at the public library looking for advanced chemistry textbooks—or at least, pretending to look for a book that had word vomits of stuff he already knew very well, like the back of his hand. it was a slow afternoon, he had nothing to do since kenma and his family were out of town for the weekend, and he didn't want to stay holed up in his room doing nothing.

he had tried to fit in with everyone else there, running the tips of his slender fingers over the used and fresh spines of the books on the shelves he couldn't bother to read the section names of; to him, they were all the same, he knew most of what these books and journals had to offer. ultimately, he decided to check out the section that was most foreign to him: the fiction books section.

he saw a multitude of names, a flurry of colors that flew by his eyes as he mumbled out the titles off the books he pulled out of the shelves and from their spines. kuroo wasn't even sure what exactly he was looking for here, or what he was even supposed to be doing at the library, he just... needed somewhere to bide his time, somewhere to feel less lonely; and yet, he had felt lonelier and lonelier the more time he spent there.

on the verge of giving up, he accidentally bumped into someone about a foot shorter than him. he hurriedly apologized, seeing that the one he bumped into was... a very cute girl. "oh, i'm... really sorry, here, let me help you," he offered, helping you pick up the books that flew out of your hands when he bumped into you. you silently nodded your thanks, mumbling it out in case it came out unclear to him.

kuroo noticed that the books you were carrying were all... interesting, to say the least. "hmm, never heard of these authors before..." he thought aloud, making your head perk up slowly. you bit your lower lip, trying your hardest not to comment on that. you were an avid reader of those authors, quite passionate about their books and the genres they write, to say the least. "they're great writers..." you mumble out shyly, feeling a cold shiver down your fingers and a warm tingle down your spine; this boy was too cute, in your opinion, you couldn't keep a level head around him, at all.

when your shy little voice entered kuroo's ear, a playful smile appeared on the boy's angular face. "really? well, i don't really know much about fiction, and, uh... you seem like you knew a good amount of it to get a newbie like me started. so, care to recommend me some good writers and genres?" he asked you in a husky voice, making you even more bashful at the fact such a hot boy was asking you for book recommendations, the second thing you were most passionate about in the whole world.

your first favorite thing in the whole world, however... was getting totally engrossed in the stories you were reading. it was a one of a kind experience only you could go through, because of course, everyone had different interpretations of the texts they were reading; but you always had a fondness for discovering the rich backgrounds, symbolisms, and stories the authors wished to reach their audiences. and kuroo was more than willing to listen to you go on and on about the stories you loved, even if a shy cutie like you would take forever to open up.

for the first time in his life, the boy finally didn't feel so alone, so isolated, so out of place setting foot here in the library; he felt at peace, something he yearned for ever since he came here.

"wow, they all sound so intriguing; guess i'll have to borrow those books after you finish them." "i... already did." you mumbled, avoiding eye contact with him. he blinked his hazelnut eyes twice in disbelief. "you finished... all of them?" he asked in a soft voice, with you nodding in response. kuroo chuckled to himself, leaning closer to you. "you're impressive..." he whispered in your ear, sending shivers up your spine, good shivers, good tingles–you could tell that, somehow, he genuinely was impressed by your dedication for reading.

kuroo stayed with you until the end of the day, and when it was time for you to return all the books you borrowed, he followed up with the librarian, stating, "excuse me, may i borrow all those books afterwards? they're... very interesting, i'd like to read them. all of them," he uttered with a smile, looking at you with a glowing grin on his face.

the librarian eventually agreed, asking kuroo for his name and signing his name after yours on every book you returned, that he was soon going to borrow. "y'know what, i'll bet that i'm going to read every book here that has your name on the back of it. i probably won't be interested in any other book if i don't see your name on it, it wouldn't make me interested."

his words made your heart beat a little faster, your knees shake a bit. you fidgeted with your fingers, looking down at your shoes and the floor, as if the right thing to respond to his words were there, hidden in between the lines of where the tiles met. "but... why would you...? why me?" "because, why not? you're amazing, and i want to be a part of your world; your literary world, if you will," kuroo beamed, grinning after confessing that.

it had only been a day, but, you felt like today was a gem in the days that felt like dull, bland charcoal. today, you met a wonderful boy–a boy whose life you didn't realize you'd changed, by simply letting him in, and showing him the beauty of your mind and heart when it came to your interest in the art of words and imagination.

you'd better get used to seeing that rooster headed, teasing boy every weekend now; he has something to brag to kenma about when he'd get back from his family outing.

but the one thing to ruin kuroo's evening is this realization he had over dinner: he forgot to ask you for your number.

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moonystoes · 3 months

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Safe Dance - Elisa De Almeida x international!reader

summary: this pretty much explains it all lol.

Warning: Sexual assault, old man being a creep, mentions of alcohol, not well written, slowww burn like it's pissing me off too im sorry, elisa being our protective queen.

a/n: i'm bringing this up again, i just started writing, especially fics as long as this (the last one -and the first- had only 500 words). So feedback and help is needed!! also sorry i got a little bored and wrote too many useless things lol.

w/c: 5.218k

You knew you needed to celebrate your high GPA after graduating from your bachelor degree at some point. But you've been putting it off, feeling like it's too much effort and energy for your introverted self. It's no secret French people are distant towards foreigners, it's been something known worldwide (which is ironic since a big part of their population are people of color coming from different countries from Africa and Asia). But you ignored all the toxic things you heard about France when you unexpectedly got a scholarship into the University of Paris.

Now, four years later, you are still alone. You have made friends in some projects, but right when the project is over, your friendship ends as well. Your mom has messaged you a long paragraph on how proud she is of you, but the loneliness is still wearing you down. You knew you probably looked silly walking down the street, wearing a short V-neck dress with high heels obviously to party, but there is a permanent frown on your face.

When you looked up from your phone, you didn't even need to look for the club. You can feel the music vibrate the ground and there is a huge line at the entrance. You turned off your phone and waited in line, wanting to just drink all day and celebrate by then. You checked on your friend (an international student like you) who promised that she'll be here, but your message was left on delivered for 2 hours.

After 15 minutes of scrolling through your Instagram and 3 missed calls to Liz, it was your turn to show the security your ID. His dark eye bags showed you that he was too exhausted to care, so he took less than a second to glance at your card before returning it to you, and opening the door for you in a frustrated way.

You walked in awkwardly, couples grinding and dancing around you, you felt disgusted - and secretly jealous. The club was dark and had red LED lights, it was filled with large posters of icons and models from the 70s, and of course the playboy magazines of women wearing lingerie. It looked good enough for you to settle down on the bar stool and immediately order a light drink.

While you were sitting there to decide whether you should dance or wait for Liz (you were honestly frustrated at her for ditching you with no explanation), the bartender passed a large drink towards you. You glanced at him with a confused look, “oh sorry, I didn't order this.”

“Yeah I know, it's the man there.” He pointed to the table on your left, to an older man with thin white hair. Your jaw dropped when you looked at him, realizing that he caught you staring.

“Umm… that old man?” You tried your hardest to whisper over the thudding music, trying not to let the creep that is sitting just 2 meters away from you hear what you said. The bartender nodded and walked away to the other side of the bar, making you sigh in annoyance that he didn't bother to even help you out. You slowly pushed the light pink drink away from you, it smelled strong which showed his true intentions, getting you drunk.

You pulled out your phone and texted Liz a quick message, “Liz a man is being weird where are you ☹️☹️?” You scrolled through your gallery to pretend you are doing something and distract yourself from the man on your left, until you are tapped on the shoulder. You froze, quickly turning off your phone as you took a deep breath, pretending that you didn't feel it.

“May I know why you didn't accept the drink, it was really expensive.” you flinched when you felt his breath hit your neck, no way this is happening today. Where the fuck is Liz? You turned around slowly, trying to act calm and collected, “sorry, I didn't want to drink today, I'm just here for someone.”

“I don't see anyone here,” he mockingly glanced around the bar to see the ‘person’ you were waiting for. “I saw you drink just a few minutes ago.”

You closed your eyes for a second and took a deep breath. You glanced at his striking blue eyes and felt your hands starting to shake, you looked away back to the drink he ordered for you and grasped it, taking a small sip just to taste what it is. You knew you were fucked, Liz isn't here and she's probably not going to come, the bartender couldn't give a shit, and this man won't leave you alone. Why was he at a bar on a Wednesday night? Doesn't he have some office job to do tomorrow or is he too old that he's retired now.

The drink tasted sour and tangy, but had a strawberry flavor. The burning of your throat made you cough and your eyes shutting close, it was definitely alcoholic, very alcoholic. You rested the drink on the table and faked-smiled and awkwardly nodded, but your smile disappeared when his hand clutched your arm and pulled you forward, “why don't you dance with me, huh? Wearing this dress for nothing must be a shame.”

You panicked and took a quick scan of your surroundings to see who could help. On the bar table to your left, there were other older men, possibly friends of the weirdo that's now bruising your arm. On the large leather sofas that were placed on the other corner, there was a couple?...a throple? A man was sitting comfortably on it as he crossed his legs on the mini table in front of him, two girls were sprawled over him, one playing with his hair and the other playing with his shirt while she chugs from a beer can…yeah they will be too busy to help.

You took a quick turn to the VIP entrance, seeing a short girl with a Gucci bag waiting to be let in… rich spoiled people are too busy to look around. You swore you never cared about religion until then, when the man tugged you to his chest, your eyes slowly closing as you were holding your tears praying to God to let you out of this misery.

You felt his hands being placed on your hips, as he forcefully tugged your back towards his groin. He pushed you to the crowded area so people can't see your discomfort in your face.

But before he does more than this, a large hand tugged you away from the man, making the man behind you exhale loudly. “Anna! I'm sorry for making you wait, hey let's go…umm do you know him?” you've never heard such a soft yet deep voice like this. Before you even had the chance to look at who grabbed you, her right arm tugged you into her chest, trying to hide you from the stranger. “No, I don't.” You whispered, afraid of making the situation even bigger.

“Seriously? you were waiting for this…” His angry voice and arm pointing at the both of you made you anxiously stare at him. He looked at the woman hugging you up and down with disgust before muttering a ‘nevermind’ and stomping off.

You shakingly held tightly into her, staring at the spot the man was at. “Are you okay?” She let out a soft whisper from above your head. You were shaken at the whole encounter, blocking off what she said until you felt soft taps on your shoulder, making you look up at her.

This was the first opportunity you had to actually see who saved you from this, and she was gorgeous. She had sunglasses placed on the collar of her dress shirt with two of the buttons opened. Why was she even wearing a dress shirt at a club? When you looked up to her face (because she's 5 '9 and the first thing you saw was her tan skin), her hair was short, swooped to the side. Her cheekbones were sharp and her eyes were furrowed worriedly. You quickly separated from her and took two steps away.

“Hey, it's okay.” She took a step forward, opening her hands around her face to show you she doesn't want to hurt you, “are you waiting for someone?”

You looked away from her eyes, the smell of alcohol and sweat is making it difficult for you to think straight -literally. You looked at your phone, finding a new notification, “oh thank God she responded!” You relaxed, until you pressed on it.

“Hey baby!! It's your favorite uncle 😉, just saw your post about graduating. Congratulations! I miss you so much. Maybe one day we can all reunite when you graduate your masters 💪keep working hard!”

You inhaled deeply, turning off your phone and throwing it in your mini purse. You looked at the woman, she looked at you with raised brows waiting for an explanation for your reaction. You rested your hand on your forehead and frustratedly groaned out, “no she fucking ignored my messages.”

Her face turned sour as she looked behind you, probably to the place where the old men were sitting, giving you the chance to look at her face once again. You blushed at her clenched sharp jaw, slight pink cheeks, and the soft lips. When you looked back at her eyes, she was already looking at you.

You internally wanted to kill yourself for looking at her lips, because she definitely caught that. You looked away to her arms, doing everything in your power to not look at her face again. But then you realized glancing at her arms will make the situation even worse. Her arms were athletic and the sleeves were tight around her biceps. How is she this hot?

“You can stay with me, my friends are here.” She softly grasped your hand, pulling you away from the crowded dance floor. “It's fine, I'll just go home.”

“No, come on! It's a secluded area, no one will bother us.” She encouraged you, her hand still in yours. You looked down at your heels, you felt like shit. This whole time at the bar was for you and Liz to celebrate your day and you end up being a charity case for a hot woman. You don't even know why you chose the club, you hated partying anyways. You bit into your lip, one single line going through your head:

I deserve to celebrate my achievements no matter with who. I'm the one who worked hard for this, I need this.

“Okay just… Please don't do this because you feel bad for what happened.” her eyes softened, intertwining your fingers with hers and whispering a soft ‘never’. You felt embarrassed as she was dragging you around the bar to the place her friends are staying at, you didn't want to see anyone’s face so you just looked down at your intertwined hands and hoped you won't collide with anyone. Your hand looked small compared to her large ones as she held into you, feeling her rough skin tightly around yours.

When you realized she stopped, you looked up to where she took you. “Oh no… I'm not going there,” You frowned at her, “VIP? I heard it's expensive here.” You felt guilty that she might spend money on a spot for you, but you were curious on how she makes enough money to be here.

“Don't worry, my work has paid for the night here, I didn’t spend a euro on me or anyone.” She smiled at you, finding it cute how you were worried about her money. She let go of your hand and opened the door slowly, signaling her hand to follow her.

You stood still for a few seconds, feeling exhausted and tired. And unfortunately, you felt gross. You looked down at your dress, remembering what the old man said. It was your favorite, it may not look fancy but you've loved it and waited for a moment to wear it, now you can't even glance at it without feeling down. You glanced at the woman, she had already taken a few steps until she realized you weren't following her, “Do you want to go home? I can order you an Uber?”

This was your chance to actually get to know someone, you've been alone all this time in Paris and Liz was an American student. The woman in front of you seemed like the first French woman that actually tried to befriend you, and she's attractive. Her face softened as she took a few steps towards you again, understanding your silence. “My name is Elisa, what's yours?”

“Y/n.” You didn't know what to do after this so you reached out your hand to handshake her, internally cringing from how awkward you are…no wonder why your love life is as low as your mood today. She giggled and grasped your hand, shaking it aggressively. You looked at her with a confused face and she just winked quickly, “so… y/n why are you here at the club on a Wednesday night?”

“I just graduated so I wanted to celebrate.” You were staring at your held hands, feeling awkward when looking at anyone's eyes, especially élisa's. But when you felt her hand immediately let go of yours and wipe it off with her dress pants, you looked at her face slightly hurt. Her eyes are slightly widened, which made you realize why she let go of your hand, “bachelor degree in physical therapy.”

“Ohh! That's so nice. You know at my job we need a lot of physiotherapists, I like them.” Her body physically relaxed, making you laugh at her panic. The poor woman thought you were some high school student, but you didn't blame her, you never made it clear when you spoke about it.

“Cool… what do you work as?” You asked, a smile appearing in your face. You didn't realize that by a small comment, Elise made your feelings better just as she planned. She let out an open smile when she noticed yours, feeling proud of herself for making you feel better.

“Guess.”

Your smile wiped off your face, “no please I don't like doing this game just say it.”

She laughed, “I'll give you a hint, I wear number 5.”

It took a moment for you to answer because you froze when you heard her laugh, making a stupid grin plaster into your face, “...football?” You dragged the word as you questioned, worried it might be wrong. She nodded with a proud smile.

“Wow, that's so cool I do watch football!... not the women, I don't know where to watch…sorry.”

She laughed, stepping closer and resting her left arm around your shoulder, encouraging you to walk through the dark maroon hallway with her. “It's okay, we're used to it.”

When you looked up from this angle, your attraction worsened. Her side profile was perfect. It took a moment for you to recover from it, “ehm…some girls in my class wanted to be football physios so they could work with Szoboszlai.” You muttered, obviously not knowing what to say. You didn't know if you should wrap your right hand around her waist or just keep it awkwardly limping between the both of you.

She glanced at you and laughed, “and you? Is that what you wanted?”. You looked away, deciding to focus on the dark walnut wood corridor in front of you instead of her eyes. “I don't really like men.”

“Ha! Me too.” Her left arm tapped your shoulder to the beat of the music. Elisa was glad that you weren't into men; she felt like it's finally her time where she can get attention from a woman that isn't a fangirl. She pulled you inside a room, filled with people singing and jumping around.

You felt sick all over again, not knowing Elisa had this many friends. You remembered her speaking about her work paying for this, are all of these people her teammates? The room was built almost like a sunken living room, the leather couches were placed into the ground around the walls with stairs in the side, and two small tables placed in two opposite corners that were filled with drinks and purses. Elisa felt your body turn rigid, she leaned in close to your ear and whispered gently, “They're all nice, I promise.” You turned to look at her, you didn't understand why but you felt at ease around her, maybe because of what she did earlier, but you took a deep breath and calmed down.

She pointed at an empty seat next to a blonde woman, “hey Jackie, this is y/n, she's a physiotherapy graduate.” Jackie turned to look at you and elisa, she smiled brightly and raised her hand to signal you to sit with her. You let out a tight-lipped smile and approached the table to sit. You noticed Jackie looking at your attire and glancing at Elisa with a confused look, but before she said a thing, Elisa interrupted her by saying she needed to go to the bathroom.

Well shit, now you have to do this alone. You stared at Elisa as she was walking out, secretly checking her out and also praying that she’ll come back soon. “Umm… do you work here?”

You turned to look at Jackie, “oh, no. I'm just here to party.”

“Ohh…I thought you were one of the dancers offered here.” She looked at her whiskey and took a sip, clearly not seeing the shock in your face.

You froze as you gave her a confused glance, “oh. You thought I was a stripper?” You glanced down at your dress… It's a short dress, yes, but a dancer? You had no disrespect for them, just felt a little confused. Does Elisa call dancers for a lap dance? Is this where she went to?

“Oh not your dress! It's just that Elisa never spoke about bringing someone here so I assumed. Also, you're really pretty.” She gave you a wink with her compliment.

You gave her a soft smile with a shy ‘thanks’. “Elisa isn't really into those things, that’s why I was kind of confused.” She nudged your arm when you glanced at the exit again, realizing that you were waiting for Elisa. After hearing what Jackie said, you relaxed into your seat and looked at your surroundings.

Everyone seemed drunk except one, her thick black hair was tied in a high ponytail, too engrossed with her phone to really notice anyone. The other players were dancing, some were singing loudly to some song by Aya, an icon in french music from what you noticed in the past four years living here. “May I ask how you know elisa?” Jackie asked.

“Oh we just met here so…” you shrugged, you didn't feel like telling anyone what actually happened. Jackie nodded, taking her purse into her lap and pulling things out, trying to find something in it. After a while of scrolling on tiktok and looking at the girls partying, Elisa came back in, immediately settling down next to you. You looked at her with a smile, glad that she's back, but your smile was wiped off when you saw her frustrated and sweaty state. When she noticed the worry in your eyes she leaned in closer to you, “Do you like this club?”

You were caught off guard from this question and nodded slowly, “good because I want you to come back here,” You were confused, obviously you'll never come here. It doesn't matter how nice and fancy this place is, after that weirdo, you'll never step foot here. “I kicked him out, he's banned from coming here again.”

“Wa- wait what?” You gasped, looking at the door she came back from, expecting to see him standing there. But he wasn't, and even from the small glass window on the door, you can see that his spot is now empty, as well as his friends’.

“I want you to feel safe celebrating your achievements, I know today has probably been shit.” You bit your lip, turning to look at Jackie playing with her now found camera. You couldn't look at Elisa's eyes or else you would cry. You felt her hand softly caress your shoulder, bringing your body closer to hers. “Thank you, I mean… I don't even know what else to say.”

She gave you a gentle smile and turned to look at her teammates singing karaoke now. “No problem, now do you want to sing and dance with them? Or just sit here?”

“I'll just sit here, you can have fun with them.”

She looked back at you, deciding to lean back into the coach and find a comfortable position. “I play for Paris Saint Germain.”

“What! No way…I feel like shit for not watching you play.” You gasped, psg is the biggest team in France. And that's probably because they are loaded with money and can afford the top players, but you wondered how powerful the women's team is.

She laughed, quickly shaking her head, “don't feel that way! I just wanted to tell you. We just got qualified for the quarterfinals of the champions league that's why they're all drunk and shit.” She tilted her head towards a player dancing on the table. You bit your lip trying not to laugh at the poor woman, but when you heard Elisa's cackle, you let out a little laugh.

“Quarterfinals to the champions league… that's great! That's so cool, honestly, you should go and dance with them!” You pushed her towards the women, but she didn't even budge. She winked at you when she saw you try to move her and held your arm down, “Are you actually trying to push me or are you playing around?”

You knew she was joking, she can tell your struggling face when you tried to push her. You glanced at the way she grabbed your forearm, feeling the blush coming around your cheeks. Her muscles tensed beneath her fitted black shirt, elisa has been trying to subtly send you hints without panicking too much. But she knew she needed to do something even more, so she let her hand slowly go from your forearm to your hand, intertwining your fingers with hers. A shy smile broke out in both of your faces, looking up to see her already smiling at you. “Okay…maybe I do want to dance a little.”

You bite your lip and give her a soft nod, indicating that you wanted to dance with her. She grinned brightly and stood up from the couch, delicately pulling you with her. You felt content for the first time, you're finally going to dance and party like how you wanted before you came here in the first place. Elisa pulled you into her body, looking at your eyes to see if you're okay with her wrapping her arms around your waist. You felt speechless so you just nodded and dragged your hands from her forearms all the way to her shoulders, blushing at the feeling of her rough muscles.

Because you were busy trying to mask your flustered state, you didn't notice the panic Elisa was in. Her tightly wrapped hands were shaking and it seemed like she couldn't even glance at your face for three seconds without finding something else to look at. The girls had stopped singing karaoke now, the speaker playing some french afrobeats. “I forgot to tell you, I'm shit at dancing. I was planning on getting too drunk to care.” You admitted with a laugh, elisa tightened her hands around your waist, making your chest flush with hers. “Oh wait until you see me dance.”

“You do realize this song isn’t for slow dancing?” You loved the feeling of her body against yours, but the idea of slow dancing to afrobeats in front of people is confusing you. “Shhh don’t ruin the moment now.” she joked, turning her head around the room, she looked back at you and said, “They’re all too drunk to care.”

You looked around the room, and fortunately she was right. The girls were all dancing, separated into multiple groups and only focusing on them. Even the sober one had stood up and was dancing with the rest. You rested your head on her shoulder, feeling like it doesn’t matter at this point what happens between you. Elisa will probably forget about you, and date an instagram model like every football player does -well… that’s what the male players do at least.

“You tired?” her velvety voice soothed you as she leaned her head on yours. You closed your eyes and hummed in response, not feeling like moving your body. You tried to excuse the exhaustion as the sickness from the old man, but throughout the semester, you have been sleeping 4 hours and only working and studying. And today has been the day you can finally rest.

Elisa moved her hands from your waist to wrap them around your shoulders instead. As much as she was worried about the possible rejection from you, she felt great about you being okay with her physical touches and wanted to enjoy the chance. She can feel your beating heart from the thin dress you’re wearing against her sternum. Elisa’s long fingers were playing with the hem of the dress from your neck, her body slowly rocking as if she’s putting a baby to sleep.

“Thank you,” You whispered, opening your eyes just to see her jaw. “For today. I may not seem happy, but I am really grateful for this, I’m happy.”

“Do you want to go home?”

You stayed silent for a few seconds, before letting out a short breathy laugh, “Is it obvious I don’t like to party?” You didn’t want to offend her, especially after what she did.

“I can call an uber for you, or I can drive you home if you don’t feel safe.” You almost wanted to cry at how thoughtful she is, but you knew you needed some alone time after all of this. Also, the thought of parting ways with Elisa and her completely forgetting about you is eating you alive.

“Thank you, but I’ll feel very guilty if I take you away from the party you should be celebrating.” You let go of the tight embrace you were in, looking at her eyes to let her know how much you meant it. She sighed and nodded with a small hidden frown in her face. Elisa felt like a child attached to a toy, she was worried to let you go and never find you again. Now that she kicked the assaulters out, she hoped you’d come to the club more often.

“Okay, I’ll walk you out.” She held your hand and walked you out of the VIP entrance. The smell of sweat and alcohol hit you in the face, the club is even busier now since it was around 10 at night. Elisa pulled you to her body, putting her arm around your shoulder protectively in case someone does a thing to you. Once you reached the closest exit, she pushed the heavy door and let you go out.

“Ehm… Can I have your phone number?” Elisa suddenly blurted, she wasn’t ready to say goodbye, so she said the lamest thing she thought, “Just to make sure you went home safe…you never know what can happen.”

When Elisa asked that question, your heart started beating faster, your worry about losing her is now out of your head, feeling glad that she wanted to contact you. But after her explanation, you sighed in disappointment, she’s probably not interested in you, she wants to know if you went home safe only.

“Yeah, okay.” You opened your hand, waiting for her to hand you her phone. She pulled out her phone from her front pocket, and passed it to you quickly. Her palms were sweaty from anxiousness, and she hoped her sweat wasn’t all over the phone. She knew she fucked up, she could’ve told you the truth but instead she acted like some sick teenager, and it made her even more annoyed with herself when she saw the excitement in your face disappear like fog. She wanted you to know she’s interested in you. You typed your phone number quickly, before giving it back to her with a tight smile.

“Bye-Bye,” You stepped back, still facing her. “Again, thank you for today.” You gave her a small wave, and then turned and walked your way back home. She was invading your thoughts, her face, her smile, her deep yet delicate voice, her body, and the fact that she’s a professional player that can get anyone she wants.

Once you reached home, you looked at your phone notifications, there were none. 0 from Liz, and 0 from Elisa. You cussed yourself, why would she even bother to text you? She is the hottest woman you’ve ever seen, you probably look like charity work next to her exes. You boiled water for instant noodles, feeling too low to even worry about making dinner. After eating the soggy cheap noodles, you turned on the bathtub faucet and added some oils to calm you down and distract you from Elisa. You contemplated on searching up her name and see what google says about her, but you forced yourself to not even look up a picture of her. She clearly doesn’t care about you, why would you care about her?

After the 30 minute depressing bath, you plopped into the bed, not bothering to put the blanket over you. You suddenly heard a notification ding from your phone. Closing your eyes tightly, you swore that if it's Liz you'll run to her house barefoot to yell at her. When you heard another ding, you opened your eyes slowly and reached out for your bedside table.

[Unknown number]

I'm sorry

I was acting like a kid around u I wanted to ask you out but I got too shy

Can I take you to dinner one day?

You bit into your lip harshly, trying so hard to suppress your blush. You thought about it for a second, you weren't mad because she couldn't ask you out in front of you. You couldn't do it either, and you were also flattered to the thought of her being too shy in front of you. It felt as though she was the confident one there. It didn't matter anyways, what mattered is that you wanted to be hers. And if this date is the first step, you'll take it.

[You]

Okay

Only if I can go and watch you play on the quarterfinals

[Elisa ⚽️]

Really??

YES OF COURSE

Only with my jersey 😉

You turned off your phone and banged your head into the pillow, grabbing your phone again to send her a quick message.

[You]

Of course

I'm going to sleep rn

Good night 💞

[Elisa ⚽️]

Good night 😴

You turned off your phone and closed your eyes, immediately sleeping from the exhaustion of the day.

[Elisa⚽️]

The dress looked perfect on you.

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Hello! Another of TFA Request

(Fem or GN ) Bot Buddy as Wasp's twin sibling who takes his place

Wasp And his twin are similar to each other, having the same paintjob, body-type, alt mode and others. But also differebt yet they're very close twins

You can tell who is who by watching how they act, Wasp is pompous while Buddy is quiet and known for being mute around everyone who isn't Wasp.

Buddy has an opposite personality, like being quiet and good-hearted. She known for being mute (which's not true and only Wasp knows about it). They sometimes good at mimicking Wasp, his voice and attitude.

(You can also put small romance with Bumblebee or Bulkhead, or other bot/con)

(you can also change this if you like) When they're at the boot camp, and there's someone trying out the traitor. When Buddy trying to tell Wasp about this he thought twin just being anxious or other, so Buddy only thought and to do is to pretend his twin, whether they tell Wasp, the truth or not, like 'let's pretend to be each other for one day like the old times', something alike

Eventually Bumblebee found evidence incriminating Wasp as a spy, but this is not Wasp, it's actually Buddy who acts as Wasp, while Wasp(Buddy) was wheeling away, (pretend to) protesting their innocence (and didn't swore on revenge), while Wasp, who pretend to be Buddy, stands there, he internally almost swear to revenge but remembers the small troubles he did and with his twin promise to Wasp, that he'll be a good bot, that helps others and never let revenge took over him, or something alike.

Wasp, who's now live as Buddy, being quiet and mute, and he's in repair crew with Bumblebee, or other, it's up to you

I'm gonna cut the request here cuz this become longer. I'll thinking doing another of this if that's okay

Oh!

Oh...

Back with more twin Buddy!

Hope you enjoy!

Wasp's twin taking his place as the spy

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Cybertronain reader

TFA

In their early years, it felt like it was Buddy and Wasp against the world.

Before they got their names at least.

He was the loud and borderline mean one.

Then there was his twin.

The extremely quiet one that couldn’t hurt a turbo fox if she tried.

He was extremely protective of his twin vowing to protect her from the harmful things of the world.

His way of doing that was hurting and mistreating others before they did it first.

“Can you please refrain from calling everyone a coward?”

“No.”

“Please? I’ve already had several mech’s yell at me about how ‘I’ called them a coward and had some oil spilled down my back side.”

“SO that’s why you’re wet.”

“…”

He swings his arm around them.

“Listen, no one’s going to bother us when we become a part of the Elite Guard. And everyone will remember us.”

“Hmm…”

“Have I ever steered you wrong?”

They raise and optic.

“You want that list alphabetically, numerically or color coded?”

She are about to get in the line when they see their twin start messing with some other recruits.

One of them looked like he came from the same protoform mold as they did but yellow and the other was a rather large green mech.

Her twin was making some unnecessary quips at them.

“Hey, knock it off. That was uncalled for.”

Their twin just huffs and goes to hang out with some other mechs in the line.

The yellow one glares at them.

“What? Is it your turn now?”—Yellow mech

They raise their servos in surrender.

“I just wanted to help.”

“I didn’t need your help.”—Yellow mech

“But it did look like you needed a friend on your side.”

The mech softens a bit.

The green mech pats their back a bit.

“Thanks! Hey, you look a lot like the other mech that was just here.”—Green mech

“That’s my twin believe it or not.”

“Yeesh! Sorry about that.”—Yellow mech

They wave it off as the three of them get into the line.

“He’s not all that bad.”

Their bootcamp commander was Sentinel Prime.

She already didn’t like his tone but kept quiet about it.

She quietly cheered for their twin getting his name.

Wasp, it suited him.

Sentinel stopped shortly in front of her taking a double take at Wasp.

“Why are there two of you?”--Sentinel

“That’s my twin Sentinel Prime, sir! But obviously she's the lesser twin compared to me.”--Wasp

Bumblebee and Bulkhead glared at him.

“She's not—”--Bumblebee

“Bumblebee! Keep your mouth shut!”--Sentinel

Sentinel now looked hard at her, making her feel nervous.

“Hmm… maybe you are the lesser part of your twin.”--Sentinel

She froze a bit hearing it.

Bumblebee was finding it hard to keep his mouth shut hearing Wasp and Sentinel talk about her like that.

She have been nothing but nice since they’ve been here.

“Your name is W-2. A grateful gift, mind you. Second place to your twin.”--Sentinel

Sentinel moved on to the next bots in line.

Wasp found the new name funny, even annoyingly going on and on about the name.

She just tried ignoring him.

Lately he had become more and more of a pain trying to show off to his new friends.

But it wasn’t all bad.

She did make fast friends with Bumblebee, Bulkhead, and later Longarm.

She'd much rather spend their time with the three mechs than their twin on most days.

W-2, Bulkhead and Longarm look at a pedeless Bumblebee on one of the slabs.

“Bumblebee? Where’s your pedes?”—W-2

Bumblebee crossed his arms.

“Your twin and goons decided to put them on the high shelf.”--Bumblebee

She winced a bit looking at Longarm.

“Longarm could you…?”—W-2

“Of course.”--Longarm

He reached up and grabbed the pedes to give it to her.

She reached for their tool kit.

“…I’ve been thinking about leaving the guard.”—W-2

“You’re what?! Why?!”--Bulkhead

“I don’t belong here Bee. I’ve been asking Longarm to help me get into security branch since he has connections there.”—W-2

“But… what about us? You’ll be leaving me, Bulkhead and Longarm. Not to mention how much worse things are going to get with Wasp.”—Bumblebee

She put the kit on their lap for a minute.

“…Its still up for debate Bumblebee, but I’ll let you know when I finally get to my decision.”—W-2

When Bumblebee came up with his theory about Wasp beginning the rat, She were furious that he would even think such a thing.

Sure, Wasp was a selfish jerk sometimes, but he would never do that!

When She told Wasp about the accusations he just laughed in their face.

He wasn’t worried about some false rumor, and he wasn’t going to start now.

W-2 came in a bit late to see some other guardsmen trying to wheel Wasp out.

“Wait! What’s happening?!”—W-2

Sentinel looked at them.

“Your twin here has been found guilty of spying for the enemy. He’s going to be spending a lot of time in the stockade.”--Sentinel

She looked at their terrified twin’s optics.

She knew what they needed to do.

“You can’t send him to the stockades.”—W-2

“And why not?”--Sentinel

“…because I’m the spy.”—W-2

Everyone looked surprised at the claim.

“You?”—Sentinel

“I…I impersonated Wasp and tried to let him take the fall. I’m coming in clean. Take me, not him.”—W-2

W-2 raise her servos to Sentinel.

He wastes no time cuffing them.

“Release Wasp.”--Sentinel

Wasp gets let go and just stands to the side in shock as she get put in his former shackles.

Bumblebee and Bulkhead looked shocked and betrayed as she began to pass them.

she had the muzzle on their mouth, it didn’t let the others see the sad smile on their face.

W-2 took one last look at everyone as the ship’s doors slowly closed.

SHe let a couple stray tears go as darkness consumed her.

At least Wasp was safe.

#transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #tfa x reader #tfa x platonic reader

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hoardlikegoldenirises · 3 months

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This is Peter's "move your arm before I kill you" face 😄 aka his "I only agreed to stand here to make my aunt happy and would rather be anywhere else" face.

EDIT: decided to change the eyeshine color lol

closeups and a bonus doodle below:

say cheeeeese!!! (left to right: flash, janine, aracely)

I realized while drawing this that I accidentally put the boys in left-to-right order from least- to most-fucked up face 😂 Ben and his perfect nose 🙄🤣 IDK what he's saying but probably something engineered specifically to make Peter mad.

He's smiling. 🙂💢 See? Busted nose. Turns out I also put them in order of "least to most traumatized," now that I think about it... Peter is a little less uptight by 2016 but... only a little. He might even not be wearing the costume under his clothes.

I know you're probably thinking "how the fuck is Ben less traumatized than Peter?" but in this case it's true. Ben is the most well-adjusted of them all. Comparatively.

Kaine is definitely wearing his costume under his clothes. Head to toe coverage, no skin except face and hands basically ever. When I sat down to sketch this pic this morning I realized that he probably doesn't like having his picture taken, because he has very bad self-esteem (understatement) and lots of scars, but probably also for Warren reasons, as essentially an ex-lab specimen. So he's hiding.

His hair would be in the process of growing back out from a buzzcut, if it's November 2016... so a bit longer than his shoulders, most likely.

If it wasn't like, May's idea to take the pic and Janine w/ the camera Kaine would not be tolerating this. He'd either leave or break the camera LOL but... if May wants a pic... he can at least pretend to be in it.

Miss Maybelle... The only one in the pic who doesn't have anything weird going on (ah, her strange nephews and their strange eyes). She has an O2 tank though. Her lungs are not very strong after 2012 because ummmm... Kaine stabbed her in the chest. (He apologized, it's fine 😓😅)

Ben's tan lines 😂 peter has 'em too but Peter is all covered up obv. Peter's neck tan line is actually way higher up though, because his costume has a higher neckline so he has to wear higher collars/scarves/whatever even if he rolls the neck down. But (not pictured) Peter's arms are more tan than Ben's because Ben's Scarlet sleeves are longer than Peter's Spidey sleeves. Obv Ben isn't wearing (the top of) his costume in this pic though. and they can both roll the sleeves up anyway.

That's the watch Peter got May for her birthday in 2007 btw. Actually the color is wrong because I didn't bother to check my own #lore but also because I almost forgot to color it at all (lol whoops) so I was just like. It's purple, I remember that much. But the strap is supposed to be "pale violet linen."

I also almost forgot to draw Peter's wedding band entirely 😂 Luckily I remembered! lol

Kaine is wearing a kilt, by the way (over jeans or leggings or something probably... well, maybe not leggings if his costume is underneath...) My goal is for him to find a different way of expressing his masculinity. related to why i am sticking to pink for his theme color (for costume etc.) and letting him grow his hair back out. I think he probably has some genders going on but not in the way that Flash has. He's not a girl. More like he wants to be nothing at all... null gender... etc... but also he doesn't have the language for that and would likely push back against it because of the way he was treated by Warren and the issues he has with like. personhood and manhood... but experimenting with (expensive) clothing is a way for him to explore his own autonomy in spite of that treatment and a way to learn to hate himself a little bit less, maybe, even though he's still very insecure.

he also has a "nazi punks fuck off" shirt, but... he wouldn't wear that to thanksgiving with aunt may... probably. I'm sure his leather jacket is around here somewhere...

i picked thanksgiving arbitrarily btw 😂 it just made the most sense as a reason for may to force i mean ask them all to come over and get pictures and stuff. kaine leaves nyc in 2012 following ben and only comes back for good in 2016, but when he and aracely first come up in the summer there's a bunch of stuff happening so it makes sense to do fall, once it's settled down...

May: Oh, by the way Peter, I invited your... brothers... to Thanksgiving. Peter: You did WHAT?!

#let's pretend they have a photo backdrop because i didn't want to draw a background #ben reilly #peter parker #kaine parker #aunt may #clone bros #nadiart #fanadiart #came in through the window last night #flash would be on E for like a year at this point... small changes #not sure which art tag to use for this.................#rough art #but also #shiny art #kind of in between #peter is a lil tilted (i mean the drawing is literally crooked) but he looks extra tilted because ben's sleeve is in front of his shoulder #alas #i'm not fixing it

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mothandpidgeon · 11 months

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Aunt Flo's First Visit [pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader]

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Pairing: pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: After Sarah gets her first period, Joel is determined to be a supportive parent despite the fact that he doesn't know the first thing about menstruation. But when he goes to the pharmacy to shop for supplies, he finds himself in way over his head.

Words: 2k

Rating: G

Warnings: period stuff and everything that comes with it

a/n: This is really fluffy and a little silly. I saw a tik tok by a menstrual product company about a customer trying to find the right thing for his daughter and it just gave me such Joel energy this happened. I haven't finished any fic in MONTHS because I'm working on my book and that's not finished either so it feels really good to complete something. (If you want to keep up with my publishing journey, I'm mainly documenting it here.) Please enjoy.

Also, I challenged myself to write in present tense bc I never do and I really was struggling so pretend the grammar is all correct. Thank you.

Joel knows how to do a lot of things. He can manage a crew, change a flat tire, and build just about anything. He never considered himself smart by the classical definition but he knows how to make a car battery from scratch despite the fact that he got a C in chemistry.

If somebody had told him a decade ago that he’d one day be paralyzed with fear in the feminine hygiene aisle, he would’ve laughed. But right now, Joel would give all his knowledge along with his left arm if he could just figure out what the hell he ought to buy for his daughter.

He knew this day would come eventually. It’s his own damn fault he never prepared himself. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he must’ve expected Sarah to just know how to handle it. Being a single dad wasn’t a walk in the park but he couldn’t imagine how much harder it would be if Sarah wasn’t so damn self sufficient. Even at 13, she can get herself fed and dressed and off to school without help. Of course she could figure this out on her own.

But Joel was reminded that Sarah’s still just a kid when she finally told him that she’d gotten her period for the very first time. She was so embarrassed to admit it, Joel practically had to drag it out of her.

He was angry with himself. He should’ve been ready, wished that he knew the right words to say. Joel promised himself he would put things right so she wouldn’t feel like she ever had to hide anything from him.

That was a lot easier said than done, he realizes now.

Joel stands in the aisle overwhelmed and confused. Boxes and soft packages in friendly, pastel colors stare at him from the shelves. He’s never spent much time with the feminine hygiene products, not unless he was scooting by them to pick up a little carton from the family planning section. He hasn’t bothered to learn about that stuff. Women’s stuff. He’s not disgusted by menstruation, isn’t afraid of it. It’s just one of those things he never had to deal with.

Without Sarah’s mom, though, he’s had to figure out plenty of girl things. He can remember the lesson on managing Sarah’s curls from the kind woman at the hair salon. Names of Shampoos and oils that felt foreign were now routine and he’s mastered using the combs and clips that looked more intimidating than some of his power tools. But he struggled for a good long while before that kind stylist took pity on him.

And here he is again, flying blind into the female whirlwind.

There’s so many options on the shelf. Words like HEAVY and gentle and sport. And the prices. Christ! He thought the hair stuff was expensive.

Joel’s head is spinning but he has to get it together. He’d vowed long ago that he would be Dad and Mom too. That’s what his daughter deserves.

Just a year ago, he hovered outside of the dressing room at the mall as Sarah tried on training bras.

“Did you find one? You were in there for a while,” he said when she emerged.

“Dad,” she replied in that tone she was using more and more often, the one that told him to shut up.

It isn’t the changes to her body that scare him, all of the subtle ways she’s becoming less familiar. His little girl is growing up and he mourns her childhood. It won’t be long before she’s driving, going off to college. Maybe she’ll have a daughter of her own but Joel hopes she’ll wait longer than he did, have a chance to make a life for herself.

Speaking of which, he realizes he’s going to have to sit her down for a real talk about boys next. He better get ready for that one. Explaining where babies come from hadn’t been too difficult. Condoms and venereal diseases are a whole different ball game. Teenage boys are gremlins– he’d know– and Sarah’s so smart and pretty, she’s going to have to be careful.

Joel doesn’t know how long he’s been staring at the shelves when a woman appears in the aisle, another shopper. She’s got her keys looped around a finger, headed straight for the tampons, her flip flops smacking against the bottoms of her feet. Joel has a box in his hands. He doesn’t even know what he’s picked up, it’s just got the least intimidating packaging and the price is reasonable. He can’t help but catch the woman’s eye and the look she gives him is a little wary. It must be obvious that he’s out of his depths. But she gives a polite, tight lipped smile and proceeds to ignore him as she approaches the pantheon of period products.

He watches as her eyes dart around the shelves and quickly she makes a selection, plucking up a box clad with pink and purple silhouettes. So easy. Well, it must be easy for her. He wonders how many times she’s visited this part of the pharmacy, if her mother brought her to the store when she was Sarah’s age and showed her all the options.

His free hand fidgets at his side and he swallows dryly. He feels like an idiot but he reminds himself that he’s got to do this. For Sarah. The woman is already half way back to the end of the aisle by the time he’s found his voice.

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“Excuse me, miss. Could I trouble you for a second?” you hear from the man behind you.

You turn around, confused, but there’s nobody else that he could be talking to. Here you thought you could get in and out quickly. You’re cranky and tired and all day you’ve had toe curling cramps. It hits you like a ton of bricks every month. All you want to do is get home to your couch to watch some crappy reality tv.

But this lumberjack of a man– broad shoulders wrapped in a flannel shirt– is giving you puppy dog eyes. You’ve never been hit on while holding a box of Tampax Pearl but there’s a first time for everything.

“I apologize. This is real awkward,” he says, rubbing at the back of his neck with a big hand. “I’m trying to get something for my daughter but I’m a little lost.”

His voice is warm and sweet and he’s handsome as hell but you keep your distance.

“Didn’t she tell you what to get?” you ask.

His expression grows even more bashful and his voice lowers.

“I’m afraid it’s, uh…well, it’s new territory for both of us,” he admits.

You can’t help the sympathetic smile that forms on your lips. Some poor preteen girl just got welcomed into the cruel arms of womanhood. It will be all downhill from here. Wild mood swings, angry breakouts, blood leaking through her favorite pair of pants. At least, it seems, she’s got her dad on her side. It takes a lot of balls for a guy to pick up a box of tampons let alone stop a stranger and ask for help.

You’d like to tell him that you’re too busy to help– you can hear your Haagen Dazs calling you all the way from the freezer– but you at least owe it to this kid to help him out.

“What’ve you got?” you ask, nodding towards the powder blue box in his grasp. It looks so little in his big hand. You walk back towards him and take a look. “Oh. Nice try but I wouldn’t go with that.”

He regards his choice again. It’s kind of adorable, the way the corners of his mouth frown as he squints at the words on the front. “What’s wrong with these?” His words aren’t defensive, he’s genuinely curious.

“Tampons can be pretty tricky when you’re that age. And those don’t even come with an applicator,” you explain. You remember trying to use a tampon that first time. You’d never put anything up there before and it stung like hell.

“Applicator?” His brows furrow and you can see fear in his brown eyes.

“So you can put it…in,” you tell him and motion with your finger, jabbing your pointer upwards.

His cheeks go pink. Ears too. You try to suppress a giggle as his brain short circuits for a second. His throat works as he swallows and places the box back on the shelf— gingerly, like it might explode.

“Which are the ones that don’t…go inside?” he asks.

It’s impossible to keep from grinning.

“Pads,” you say.

He nods.

You choose a package and place it in his hands. It’s a multipack, everything from light to heavy, and no wings so she doesn’t feel like she’s wearing a diaper.

“Try this,” you say. “She might not like them. It takes some trial and error.”

He reads over the circle in the corner that claims it’s 100% Leak Free! You can see he’s still overwhelmed but he’s far less nervous. He really is good looking and you have to wonder how he doesn’t have a woman in his life to help him out.

“This many?” he asks.

“She might need more.” You shrug. “Just stay away from the scented ones. And you have Tylenol at home?”

“I think so.”

“How about a heating pad?”

He shakes his head.

“Go get one,” you advise.

He blows out air and then steels himself with a nod, ready to face the red menace.

“I’m awfully grateful for your help,” he says and you can tell by the look on his face, he means that.

You feel your own cheeks heat.

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Joel ends up behind her in the checkout line after securing an electric heating pad and grabbing an extra bottle of Motrin.

“What do you think?” he asks, showing her what he picked.

“Good job,” she tells him. Her smile is tinged with amusement but his chest still swells with pride. Maybe he’s not such a failure of a father after all.

Now that he’s less bewildered, Joel can’t help but notice how pretty this woman is. She’s dressed for comfort without any make up as far as he can tell but that smile and the kindness in her eyes is what does it for him. If they met under different circumstances, maybe he’d try to flirt. Not that he’s had the opportunity to practice recently. It’s for the best, though. There’s absolutely no way the combination of bumbling idiot, single parent, and menstruation makes for a romantic connection. Besides he’s here on an errand for his daughter.

Joel tries to keep his eyes from wandering over her as the teenager behind the register rings her up, the pink box and two bags of M&Ms. She gives Joel one last smile before leaving the store.

He thought he might feel embarrassed buying nothing but period supplies but he’s too busy thinking about how helpful she was. Sarah would just about die from mortification if he told her a complete stranger gave him a crash course in maxi pads. He chuckles to himself.

“Hey!” someone calls as Joel approaches his truck.

It’s her, the woman from the pharmacy, crossing the parking lot. Joel smooths his hair.

“These are for her,” she says, handing him one of her bags of candy. “Chocolate helps.”

Joel gives a soft laugh as he weighs the M&Ms in his hand. “That I knew,” he says.

“And, uh, here,” she tells him, holding out the long receipt.

Joel takes the paper. On the back she’s scribbled her name and phone number.

“You know, I don’t know. I just thought– if she has any questions. Or maybe if you do,” she says, shrugging. She’s much less confident now than she was in front of that endless selection of menstrual products. It’s cute and makes Joel feel a little less like an idiot for the way he was fumbling a few minutes ago.

“I owe you one,” he says.

She shakes her head. “Just be patient,” she warns. “She’s gonna be a bitch but don’t take it personally.”

Joel grins.

“You’re a good dad,” she tells him and he doesn’t know how to respond to that.

She’s already backing away towards her car and waves again.

Joel looks at her number, once again finding something he doesn’t know. He’d give his left arm to figure out how soon is too soon to call.

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meaispunk · 4 months

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(in your arms I find solace) — satoru g. ! angst + comfort

CONTENT ౨ৎ depressive themes⸝⸝doubt of self worth⸝⸝platonical best friends⸝⸝ brief of s2 spoilers

WORD COUNT ౨ৎ 1.8 k

satoru is tired, not the usual tiredness of a long day or dealing with curses, but just tired. every day seems the same. the routine starts to become too repetitive. wake up, go to mission, exorcise curses, go home and sleep. wake up, go to mission, exorcise curses, go home and sleep. wake up, wake up, think, stay in bed, and stare up at the ceiling lost in thought. he thought he could smile his pain away but you could see your best friend was losing an internal battle with himself.

he always brushes other people’s concerns and plays off whatever’s bothering him as a joke, he doesn’t want to burden them with his problems. they have enough on their plate so why should he add more to theirs? he’s the strongest, the strongest shouldn’t crumble down, be vulnerable talk about their problems, and become a burden.

he’s the strongest right? then why does it hurt so much? that’s how he found himself in your arms, “I feel terrible… almost empty” his voice small and barely auditable. your silence was oddly comforting, your solemn silence being a sort of comfort for Satoru’s troubled mind. “… I know” you whispered holding onto him, your voice matching his small one. “I know you are satoru..”

“wanna talk about it ?” the invitation was so warm and inviting, of course, he wanted to talk about it. he was to break down into your arms and cry about the void inside of him, how it’s all becoming so repetitive, how tired and exhausted his body is. he just wants to break down and never leave your arms, but he just can’t. something inside him is holding satoru back from saying he needs help and that he’s not fine, he never was.

he wanted to say something but just groaned in vexation burying his face into his pillow. his body was hot and slightly trembling, he was fighting back the urge to cry. you frown when nothing satoru’s trembling shoulders and the sharp inhale he takes to calm himself down. slowly yet gently you wrap your arms around his body pulling him into your arms, rubbing his back as well as placing a small kiss on his temple.

without saying a single word, he reached back to place his arm around his best friend in return — satoru tried to suppress his tears as he buried his head into your shoulder. the tension in his body gradually faded till he could finally rest and give in to his feelings. he silently cried, finally expressing the bottled-up emotions.

you held onto him tighter bringing your hand up to his hair, comforting him with small circles, and the other hand holding onto his back, both of your legs tangled up together. kissing his temple once again, resting your head on his, you whispered reassurance and comfort into his ear.

tears slowly stopped flowing as his emotions stabilized at a leisurely pace thanks to your comfort — he remained in the comfortable position, feeling a soothing sensation every time your fingers ran through his hair, lighting massaging his scalp — the warmth of your lips on his temple was a welcome distraction to him.

despite being comforted by your presence, satoru’s expression remained solemn. he turned his head to look at you, your foreheads touching with the tip of your noses facing each other. his gaze was full of affection, but also one that sought understanding. his ocean-colored eyes held so much depth, as if he’d been stuck with this void for a long time and carried that burden like a heavy rock.

satoru’s lips parted to release a sigh, "I want you to know..." he whispered staring into your eyes. “yes satoru? what is it ?” you asked while your own eyes were filled with understanding and warmth. "there’s so much that I want to tell you... I'm so tired of pretending that everything is alright." he paused for a moment before continuing," and.. I'm... so .. I’m lost.. all the time," he confessed, his voice was barely audible, even with you close to hear him. he continued, "I'm just... so sad. it’s all repetitive.. and I’m tired of it.”

gently lifting your hand to caress his cheek you shush him quietly, “shh … shh.. I’m here..” you kept your gaze on your best friend knowing he’s so close to breaking down again. after the events of riko, the fight with toji and losing suguru; not noticing his spiral, the village he burned, the blood he spilled, his other best friend was now gone and just a memory.

“I'm here for you, Satoru... I’m not going anywhere.” your voice was filled with reassurance hoping to ease his troubled thoughts and emotions. opening his eyes, his voice trembled, "I need you..." he was growing more vulnerable now his walls crumbling, he hesitated before uttering into his ear, "I don't want to lose you." while a tear ran down his cheeks as he spoke.

the white-haired teen was genuinely afraid of losing your friendship, especially after so many people already left his life. “promise me you'll stay with me ... even if everything goes wrong. promise me... we'll both be together.” his eyes were desperate, and his heart ached to want that reassurance from you.

slowly you lean up to kiss the tip of his nose and forehead before nodding, “always.. in the bad and good .. I’ll be by your side satoru” That was a promise between the two of you, in the comfort of each other’s arms and inside the room. satoru’s lips twitched before giving you a small smile. it was his turn to kiss you back as a thank you for the comfort, first, he started with your forehead, then went to the side kissing your left temple, both of your cheeks, the tip of your nose, and finally one on your chin; “thank you..” he whispers out hugging you once more. he found solace in your arms and the promise you two made. together in the good and bad …

#. ( six eyes mark )#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jujutsu kaisen angst #satoru gojo angst #jjk angst

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streets-in-paradise · 6 months

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Friday the 13 Th - Eddie Munson x (Fem) Henderson! Reader

Warnings: Friday the 13 Th franchise references.

Summary: Eddie has convinced you of making something big to bother Jason in the most fitting day for your inside joke about him.

Notes: Happy Friday the 13 th! Let's make fun of Jason lol

The school's cafeteria was a stage where Eddie loved to play being a dreaded artist annoying the well adjusted students with his unhinged dramatizations. He was an autentical court jester despite many loathed his performances. You may have been once too shy to get involved or even engage, but the spirit of companionship of Hellfire had slowly and consistently changed that.

As two lonely weirdos doing their best to not be noticed during most of your highschool experience, you have always been in a distant bubble with Jonnathan doing your own thing unless bullies would disrupt you. There was no one else at least untill he started to date Nancy and you befriended Eddie first, later also Steve. While you remained best friends, some of that crave to hide together in a little corner going unnoticed began to change and that was way more evident in you under the influence of Eddie.

For once at least, Jonnathan acceded to get involved for a small role in a carefully crafted espectacle you were planning because he got to appreciate the concept. Fellow horror geek, he found it simple yet quite effective. At very least you both would have a funny story to share with Will and Dustin.

Staged action took it's course as you approached him limping and pretending you were crying your heart out.

" Please, please! You have to help me!! " You begged him for the entire place to hear you, your ketchup soaked hands seeking to hold his clean ones . " … He is coming, he got my friends!!! He is gonna kill us! "

Pretending confussion wasn't that hard given your performance.

" What are you talking about?"

" The councelors were making love while that young boy drowned!!" You directly referenced the speech of Pamela Vorhees in a mashup with a victim character. " … Now we are all cursed. WE DESERVE TO BE PUNISHED!!!! "

When your agonical, prophetic scream gave him the sign Eddie emerged rushing like a maniac into the scene.

" FRIDAY THE 13 TH!!! IT'S FRIDAY THE 13 TH, PEOPLE!!" He began to scream to anyone in his way. " RUN FOR YOUR LIVES CAUSE JASON IS GONNA COME TO GET YOU!"

The joke was perfectly timed with the entrance of Jason Carver. Annoyance was the less concerning feeling it awakened on the target. When you once started it he could have never imagined it was going to stick with the full weirdo group and even escalate.

" Are you looking for trouble, freak?"

Enacting a reaction fitting for a horror movie, you got in between them shielding Eddie with your body.

" No, Eds! Don't sacrifice yourself for me!! "

Eddie turned dramatically to play pretend a heartfelt objection.

" I must do it. You are the final girl and i am just the disastrous but charming male lead following you into the woods just because i'm in love with you. " He followed your performance with a self awareness touch. " Go, my beloved. Save that stoner and remember me. "

You held his hands as if his life trully depended of listening to you.

" I won't let you go! I know how to defeat Jason, you just have to trust me. "

The basketball player was frankly weirded. Still angry, but his lack of contextual orientation to whatever you were thinking to be doing temporally overcame his desire to punch Eddie in the face.

He was accidentally incarnating one of the lapsus of confussion Jason Vorhees could sometimes had in the films before resuming the chase for his victims.

Perfect moment for you to iniciate the end of the third act taking off your jacket to reveal a striped sweater in matching colors with the Tigers.

" Look at me Jason!! Look! Come over here … " You began to call him in the sweetest tone. " Do you recognize this? You are in home, honey.. It's gonna be ok, I'll take care of you!"

Your friends were laughing uncontrolably and you realized that even a guy in the jock's table was holding his chuckles. Probably only just for the excessive female nudity of the franchise, but he must have watched the film your joke was referencing. Not missing the chance to expose it, you smiled at him and his amusement turned inmediately into disgust.

" Friday the 13 Th Part 2, just in case you want to rent it for the weekend. " You explained to Jason after abandoning the character. " My interpretation didn't stick completely to the source material, but I found this sweater in a thrift store and inmediately thought of you. Eddie insisted we had to save it for the next Friday the 13 Th. "

" Meaning that you got that cheap sweater in my team's colours and prepared a scene arround it just to annoy me. " Jason summarized out loud, clearly fed up with all the freaks. " At least i can say you took too many bothers to get my attention in this oddly specifical charade. "

" Bullshit! He is pissed off, only tries to hide it because he lost. " Eddie quickly corrected. " We made it, sweetheart!!"

You both hi fived each other and rushed in the opposite direction, but hubris made Eddie deliver one last comeback on the way.

" Happy Friday 13 Th, Carver !!!! Don't get in the lake!!! "

Despite he did enjoy the thrill, Jonnathan was giving you judgamental looks as you reached him.

" … If i get targeted again for this."

Eddie patted him on the shoulder cheerfully before reassuring him.

" Chill, man! His feud is against us, you are totally safe. "

" That was freaking awesome! " You followed the cheers. " Don't lie to me, I saw it in your eyes. You are as excited as me. "

You had a point and he couldn't deny it.

" Fine, it was quite fun … Not as satisfying as punching Steve, but still. "

Eddie clearly supported the posibility of finding someone to complain about Harrington with that you couldn't object to. Besides, he was a big fan of the referenced episode.

" I heard all about it, the freak that kicked his bully's ass and stole his girlfriend … I just want you to know that Hellfire considers you a hero. You will always be welcome among us. "

His most inmediate answer was an awkward smile.

" Thanks. I really appreciate it, but i would like to keep my girlfriend. "

They chuckled and Eddie's was the loudest.

" Good call, man! Good call. "

Something in the specifical way Eddie choose to congratulate Jonnathan made you feel uneased. Probably because you were just jealous imagining he could want to steal his bully's girlfriend too if he had the same chance.

" Eds, if we were in a horror movie. Do you really think we would be the romantically coded final girl and last kill boy sacrificing himself so she could make it to the final fight?" You asked him as you were walking thowards the Hellfire table. " I mean, I won't do well as a final girl. To be one you need more than just be the virgin ... "

The joke may have been themed as a different thing, but you were masquerading your will to figure out if that was the case.

" ... And most times they aren't unwanted freaks, they are normal cute girls just too shy to approach their crush or too nervous to let their boyfriends convince them of sleeping together. "

He wasn't sure of where the point was going, but didn't mind to indulge you.

" Realistically, I would be the guy who dies alone getting high in the woods. " He mocked himself. " but i do think you could be a final girl. Although a rare breed we don't often get blessed with, freak girls tend to be passionate horror fans. You know all the rules to survive, my prediction is that you would make it and at the end of the film Harrington would be asking you out. "

The answer deviated from the path you expected.

" I thought you would accuse Steve of being the asshole jock dying in the sex scene. "

" As a judge I'm cruel, but fair. That has to be Hargrove, Harrington has higher chances of making it if he sticks with you. "

That made you laugh for reasons he could never possibly understand. In real life, Steve was the resourcefull fighter.

" Would you believe me if I tell you that Steve is a final girl ? "

He was laughing harder then, untill your softly delivered conclussion stopped it.

" I would like to make it with you too … It would be a refreshing change for the slasher formula. "

Eddie wasn't sure of it, but for an instant he choose to treat himself imagining you said you wanted to be with him in a very freakish way.

" There is no way i could make it. Ríght now i can tell you I would die for you. "

#stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson #jason carver #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x henderson!reader #joseph quinn

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mystarsohee · 7 days

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Hiiii, I love your blog! Would you be willing to write something with cg!Shotaro?

coming right up

genre: fluff, like alot

shotaro visits his baby's newly opened restaurant, i wonder what he thinks of it!

!!! non-sexual agere, only cg name used is taro.

cg!shotaro gn!reader

"taro taro taro taro taro!!"

"baby baby baby baby baby!!!" he repeats back to you. you speedwalk over, with a grin on your face.

"are you busy? i wanna show you something.." you ask shotaro, not wanting to bother him if hes got things to do.

"for you, im never busy. show me!" he says, his response makes you feel warm inside. your taro always finds a way to make you feel special, even with simple words.

shotaro follows you into your room. its decorated with a few toys here and there, but right now you have a small table and play kitchen set up. he spots a small sign, made from a piece of paper and colored in with crayons. the sign reads "welcome!" shotaro was able to decipher it despite your not-so-eligible handwriting.

"what's this?" he asks.

"my restaurant! you gotta order something, i have no customers!!!!" you say, expressing your dismay at the fact nobody has visited your restaurant. you worked so hard, and the food is delicious!

"well then, i'd like to order a giant stack of chocolate chip pancakes!" he jokes.

"we don't.. we don't serve that.." you say shyly. you do not have a toy stack of pancakes..

"okay.. then a slice of pizza and some coffee. please!" he tries again. you light up, you have a pretend slice of pizza! and a toy coffee cup!

"coming right up!!!" you exclaim, making your way to the toy kitchen. shotaro sits at the small table, not wanting to break one of the small chairs, he opts to sit on the floor. he watches you pretend to put the slice of pizza in the oven, and also the way you wait for the non-existent coffee to come out of the play coffee machine he bought for you a few months ago. the reason he buys you a bunch of toys, is because you always play with them in a way where he cant take his eyes off of you. something about it, you just look so content, playing out scenarios in your mind. sometimes he wonders whats going on up there.

he gets knocked back to reality,

"hello? mr. taro. your coffee is here!" you hold out the plastic mug in front of you.

"oh, thank you baby!" he takes a sip, and you go back to preparing the rest of his meal, "oh my goodness. this is the best coffee ive ever had.." he mumbles to himself, acting like he didn't say that just to get a reaction out of you. he peeks over at you, you're giggling to yourself, whispering a small "yes!" you're very much satisfied with his feedback. you walk back over to him, standing up straight with a formal tone, just like the workers at real restaurants.

"how's your coffee? i have your pizza ready!" you say, in a very polite manner.

he mimicks your tone, "oh my, it might just be the best coffee i've ever tasted." he uses dramatic hand gestures to convey his emotions.

you grin at him, handing him his pizza. he responds with a, "thank you" deciding he wants to joke around with you, he starts to cough.

"excuse me! im allergic to pepperoni!!" he alerts you. it works, because your rushing over to him, trying to figure out what to do.

"the only way to fix it is with a big hug and kisses from a cute baby!" he says, and you realize. you're the cute baby! you need to save your taro! you quickly wrap your arms around him, and plant a multitude of kisses around his face. wanting to assure he doesnt struggle anymore, you kiss him so much and end with a tight hug.

"i'm sorry taro! i'll get you a cheese pizza.. coming right up!" you quickly hurry. you don't want him to be hungry! after you finish preparing a new dish and turn to give it to shotaro, hes blankly staring at you. along with him, one of your stuffies has arrived and sat on the chair next to him. also, staring blankly at you. you give him his pizza, as well as an extra kiss. (a precaution just in case hes "allergic" to this pizza too.)

after he receives his pizza and takes a bite, you watch to make sure he doesn't have another "allergic reaction". once you confirm he enjoys it, he whispers to you,"i think you have a new customer."

he watches you turn to the stuffie, and take its order. you make conversation with it, still he is so fascinated with the way you act when playing with your toys.

you turn around to create whatever meal the stuffed animal ordered, and shotaro focuses in on watching you cook your play food. he admires it, again you just seem so content with your surroundings. shotaro is more than grateful that you feel comfortable around him to be in your most vulnerable state. he won't ever grow tired of times like this.

author note: i cant do this omfg this is so cute. anyways i hope you enjoyed this anon! i loved writing it sm :> im sorry if ygs are looking for angsty or sad stories... i literally only know how to write fluff. i hope yall dont get bored of it 😭

as always, feedback is appreciated 💕

#mystarsohee #riize #riize fluff #shotaro #cg!shotaro #cg!riize #sfw agere #kpop agere #shotaro x reader #kpop #shotaro imagines

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chemicallady · 7 months

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I LOVE YOU TO DEATH BUT I'M DROWING

Part 1; Part 2

Couple: noah sebastian x fem!reader

Content Warning: sex, bondage/shibari content, oral sex (fem receiver), male masturbation.

Taglist: @lilhobgobbler ; @aprosiacperson

Summary: you will find out that maybe you don't want to face the consequences of your decisions.

A/N: as always, I want to remark that I don't know Noah Sebastian and this is a 100% work of fiction! I'm not really good in writing smut, but i hope this is at least decent. I'm not into bondage or shibari so I took some time to read about. According to the math I did, this series should be 6 chapter long! Enjoy this chapter and be aware that my chat is always open to talk with you!

Enjoy

《 In Japan, the act of binding is part of the daily routine. Traditional clothes dont have zippers or buttons; the sacred areas of temples is outlined with ropes. The katana's handle is made with a ribbon tied and woven.》

It's surprising how talkative Noan can be when the topic is something he's into. Usually he'd rather spend his spare time during tour working on the next gig. Apparently, today he is more confortable in spending time with you.

He sits on the edge of the bed of the room he should share with Nicholas, but the bass player is nowhere to be found. And that's a good thing because you're undressing. Slowly, as he has asked you a couple of minutes early.

You have no idea of what is going on precisely, but Noah swore that it's not gonna be painful in any way.

《 Have you learnt how to do the knots by yourself?》 You ask, unbutton your jeans and taking them off, along with the tshirt you were wearing. He doesnt bother to answer and this is an habit of him that you can bearly tollerate. Without complaing - it'd useless with Noah- you sit next to him on the bed, only in your panties and bra. You obliged his request and chose something red and now you're noticing that is also the color of the ropes he is sliding in his hands. You can only bite your bottom lip and wait for something. Anything. But Noah seems to be hesitant, looking far from you. Immidiatly, you feel that something is off and the only way out is to open your mounth and say something stupid.

《 Do I have to sign a conctact now, Mr Grey, or we can be good with a word of mouth?》

He chuckles softly, like it's hard for him to keep the mask on and be that serious. 《 This is between us》 , he remarks, grabbing your hand on your left thigh. You squeeze it a bit, before inhale deeply. 《 No need to be so tense. We're going to start with something 'easy', today. If you are going to like it, we can continue.... another day with something rougher.》

《 So you're not gonna hang me to the ceiling like a chandeleer?》 , you pretend to be disappointed while you smile almost shyly to him. 《 Do you want me to fully undress ?》

《 No, it's not necessary.》

Someway, somehow, you feel a little relieved. Not the you feel ashamed in being naked in front of him after what you guys have already done. But the room is quiet, the light is on and bright and he can see you for real, now. Without a mirror in a dark room. He can actually see all of you and he seems pleased. You can feel his eyes caressing every exposed inch of your skin. All you want now is to put your hands on him and take away his clothes as well, but your guts are telling you it's not a good idea. He have never said something about what you're allowed to do and what you're not, but since you have no idea of what to do at all, he can take the full lead. Something is telling you that he likes it that way. Even during your rendezvous he was always in control, moving you like a doll while he was fucking you.

Honestly, you also like it this way.

《 Do I have to pick up a safe word?》

Noah rise up, asking you silently to do the same, taking his hand. 《 Do you believe you will need one?》 , he asks just a bit amused, while he's guiding you in the middle of the room. 《 All of this is based on trust, (y/n). If you don't feel okay with the game, we should stop before you get hurt.》

《 You told me it's safe, are you a liar in your own game??》. You don't want to stop. Not now that he is close to you. Not now that his eyes are hypnotizing you. You almost feel the hurge of being touch by these hands, by his lips....

There is nothing you've ever desired more.

《 I'm, sometimes. A liar.》 , he answers. 《 But I'm really serious now. You don't need a safe word because you can just ask me to stop anytime. It's not gonna be chaotic and I'm gonna turn into an animal. We can go slow or fast, as you feel confortable. 》 You nod, but he immediatly scrolls you. 《 I need you to tell me you got it.》

《 I got it, Noah 》 , you speak up. It's really weird the way he's taking the situatuon serious.

《 Turn around, then 》.

You oblige the first command and a rope fall on your chest, passing under your arm, around you till the tailbone. Another one follows and Noah is quick in braiding them around your collarbone. Your neck is free from any bond and it gives you a nice feeling. Noah works around you keeping the focus on your body for minutes and minutes while you try to stay still, switch the weight from one foot to the other with slow moves. Noah warned you: you must he patient. It takes time. The mirror of the closet gives you a peak of what is going on: the red ropes are now on your chest and back, down to your hips. Noah kneels to close the knots on your thighs and you can feel your arousal increase. The room is eletric now, but also quiet. It's the strangest mix of feeling you have ever experimented: the fascination of the unknow, the constriction of the ropes, the quiet atmosphere, the attention to details. The desire to be fucked to tears. You get what Noah was saying about the pleasure of waiting. It's running under your skin, the desire to be hold in his arms, the feeling of his dick thrusting in you.

But instead you get soft kisses on your lower belly, were the ropes meet the edge of your panties. You can't hold a moan, realising that your hands are still free. You thought, when you agree to all of this, that those will be the first to be tied up. Instead, you can run your fingers on his face softly. You fight the urgency of having more and gently, caress his face, while he looks up to you.

Since he's not complaining, you put your thumb on his lower lip, feeling the tip of his toungue touching your skin lightly.

《 you're so beautiful 》. It's just a whisper, but you cant keep this for yourself. Noah is perfect; every move he makes, every gazes, every touch. Everything is in harmony.

《 this is the first time you're having sex like this, right?》 He askes, bringing his lips on your inner thigh to caress it as well while you're shivering.

《 It's doesnt seem like we are having sex, now.》

《 ... No?》 You feel like you have said the wrong thing. 《 Move your bra to the side, then.》

You frown your forehaed for a second before doing as it asked. You try to pull your bra as much as possible to the side to free your nipples. Just a soft shade of pink colors your cheeks, but youre too pridefull to take a step back. Noah moves his hand on a couple of ropes, the ones who are drawing nice lines on your stomac and in a blink those are touching your nipples. The feeling of your sensible spot teased by red raw ropes makes you jolt.

Noah lowers his head again, placing a kiss on your core, still covered by your -now - soaked panties. You're waiting for a sassy comment from him about how wet You're already, but it didn't come. Noah guides a finger along the line of your fold, making you sight.

《 You cant keep your cool anymore, (y/n)?》 Here we go. You were waiting for him to say something. In an unfair move, he takes away from you any chance of a smart reply. Your panties slides to the side and his mounth is there now, where you have dreamt it to be everynight you were touching yourself thinking about Noah. In the second your back arched, you feel the ropes get tigher on your nipples, creating an addictive friction that makes you moan louder. Your hand run to cover your mouth while Noah is too concentrate in give you pleasure to ask you to be quiet. His eyes are pointed on your face, when his long fingers start to enter in you, searching for the right spot to give you as much pleasure as possible.

He was right, someway, this is a way to make sex. You can feel him all over your body, every inch that is touched by a rope is an extention of Noah's hands, lips, mind. Every knot is meticulously done to recreate a net that helps you to stay in place while he is working on you with that malicious tounge he has. In the moment he reaches you clit you can already feel the warmness of the orgasm agitate your guts. Your hands find their own place; one on his solid shoulder and the other in his hair, that you try so hard to not pull, but when it happens,just pays you back with a moan at the center of your core.

The room is filled with the scent of your sex overstimulated, the sound of your moans and his dancing togheter in the air and the wet of his mouth on you. It doesn't take so much for you to cum, the first time.

Noah decides that he won't let you go before you have reach the peak of pleasure other three times. Collapsed on the bed, you feel like all the strength was eradicated from your shaking body. Noah, on the top of you, is just touching himself. Your eyes never met since he started, but if you were able to put the shame aside, he has too. Your shaking arm lifts and with a caress on his cheek, you ask him to look you in the eyes while his hand gives himself pleasure.

And surprisingly, he oblige this request.

His dark, sharp eyes are glued to yours. Every moan and slight he realises make your legs to shake a bit harder and you feel like your body just turned in a bundle of uncovered nevers.

Your hand traces a rail on his jaw and neck, falling on his chest covered in sweat, under his tank top. Even if he is still fully dressed, with just is erection exposed, you find him perfect.

《 ( y/n) ....》

Your name sounds like music on his lips. He's close, you can tell by the way his body tenses. 《 Come on me, Noah.... 》 you whisper in return, lifting his tank top so you can touch his stomach and sides. Instinctively, you open your legs under him, feeling the ropes tighter on your thighs. And is probably this motion along with your skin red because of the friction that lead Noah to his orgasm. Warm withe stripes of pleasure fall on your belly before Noah decides to kneel between your legs, cleaning his hand on the sheets.

You cant take your eyes off his figure, while he reach his phone on the bed table. 《 can I...?》

His breath is still short while he asks you to be part of his collection. You don't reply immediately. 《 You're not going to show it to the others later, right?》

《 No. This is mine.》

《 Jesus Christ Noah》 you try to hide your face with your hand. 《 Don't say that unless you're going to fuck me, please.》

You surprise him and your cheeks are not the only one to flush. 《 Maybe next time...?》

It's realiving, the fact that in his mind there is a next time. 《Then take the picture.》

After he is done with the phone, he bends on you and for a second, a small second, you hope is for a kiss. But is not. He simply starts to free you from the ropes, caressing the bruises in case any has formed. Then he hands you a tissue to clean yourself.

The placid quiet now turned into an awkward silence.

You start to recollect your clothes, a bit annoyed by the sticky in your panties. You can now leave like nothing happen and face Noah every day with this awkward feeling among the two of you or you can try to do something to solve the problem in the beginning.

《 Noah, I was thinking...》 you say while sitting next to him, putting your shoes on. 《 its past dinner time and I'm hungry... do you wanna go somewhere and grab a bite?》

Two scenarios born in your mind: sassy!Noah telling you that he already eaten enough of you or shy!Noah not speaking at all.

That's the reason why you feel so surprised when Noah nods, replying you that Matt told him about a place 24/7 open nearby the hotel.

Like a perfect normal person.

So this lead to scenarios number 3: no attitude at all.

You're not preparare for this.

You're not prepared to face no consequences for your actions.

You're not prepared for him to be cold.

#noah sebastian #bad omens #noah sebastian imagine #noah sebastian x reader #bad omens imagine

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pinkyjulien · 30 days

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Just a heads up: you, a white creator, putting Native American/First Nations/indigenous inspired clothing on your white OC, and then calling it the "wilding" appearance, could be considered cultural appropriation and could also be considered offensive to people from those cultures.

And yeah, I am doing this from a throwaway account to protect myself because I know how Tumblr and the cyberpunk 2077 fandom works. Even if I do have a valid point or critique, I could still be attacked by "fans" on my main who refuse to use any critical thinking for themselves.

Safe travels 👋 I hold no animosity towards you personally.

(From a "cowardly" anon in an extremely hostile fandom which likely will pretend that this outfit and the name for it isn't tinged with implicit and internalized racism.)

(And, no, I'm not one of the so-called "housewives")

Hey Anon,

Not sure what to say, you claim to not hold any animosity towards me, yet this could've easily been a DM. I'm only assuming you're blocked and had to create a side blog to by-pass the said block.

If this was truly a well-spirited heads up, it would've been a DM.

But anyway, if you're here to accuse me in a sugarcoated way, I already know you're having the time of your life about it in some obscure discord server, so might as well.

The Aldecaldos (and Nomads in general of every clan and family) are multi cultured, there's people of every races, every ethnicities- we see it in game and it's mentioned time and time in the sourcebooks. They're communities, formed of many minorities; queers and pocs alike.

Valentin joins the Aldecaldos during the Star ending, just like the canon game event; he makes friends left and right, and friends makes gifts to one another. We also know that resources, clothes, cars, guns, are shared in nomad communities.

The name "wilding" is a direct reference to the Neo Tribe sourcebook, page 21. I used that same name for Mitch's appearance. They use those outfits to ride off near cities, just like the definition on the page below. They're both proudly showcasing their Aldecaldos colors in whichever place / cities they're visiting.

In my own canon, Dakota is kind of a mother figure for Valentin; she helped him after fleeing the Wraiths, she gave him his first gig with Jackie, she made sure the 'caldos ripper kept the bullet he revoved from Valentin's skull, etc etc

That Jacket could've well been a gift from her before leaving to Arizona, but I haven't decided yet. I was just happy to share my modding project of those past two days.

I've always liked Nomads and what they stand for, their diversity, their lives, their outfits and aesthetics too.

None of the above information is presented as an excuse, they shouldn't be seen as excuses either; I'm simply sharing what inspired me (actively or subconsciously) for this outfit.

If Valentin's appearance, both models and name, did actual upset anyone, I apologize, as this obviously WASN'T the intention. If it does bother you, I invite you to block me.

With all of the "explaination" out of the way; why are you really here?

Because we both know you already knew that about the Aldecaldos. You played the game, you know Panam is half native, you know there's a bunch of native characters in the Aldecaldos and in the game in general.

This ask isn't fueled by kindness or by an attempt at educating someone who could've made a simple mistake.

Nope, you're simply part of this "hostile fandom" problem. Everything you said in brackets reeks of past drama.

Again, you claim to not hold any animosity, but I believe otherwise; that's totally fine, but refrain from contacting me with this fake benevolence, everyone can see it's bullshit.

Repeating myself, this could've been a DM, yet you choose to assume I have some "internalized racism" that You Need to point out, doing so via a side-blog supposedly out of fear (since I don't know who you are, I'll choose to believe you simply by-passed a block) while also dragging in the "Housewives" for no reasons.

You're part of this fandom problem. You're part of the reason why nobody feels safe about sharing anything; you and your friends are out there spying, monitoring what everyone does, assuming the worst at any given occasions and ready to write callouts, to throw witch hunts.

Please, do some critical thinking yourself, remove all the bias and all the "Pinky Bad so this is obviously Racist" bullshit fogging your brain, and ask yourself why you really sent that ask.

#ask #anon #cyberpunk 2077 #long post

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castawaycat · 1 year

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The Tales of a Little Tiger: Chapter 7- Wandering Tiger

I'm sorry that it has taken me so long to update this story. I plan on writing a Christmas chapter soon, but I'm not sure if I will be able to post it in time for Christmas. I hope everyone has a lovely holiday.

Wanda packed a backpack for you full of diapers, extra clothes, and breastmilk. Today your aunt Yelena and Kate were going to take you to the zoo. This would also be the first time since the daycare incident that you would be away from Wanda and Nat.

“I think you’ve packed enough for y/n to spend the week with her aunts.” Natasha joked as she winked at Wanda who just rolled her eyes.

“I want to make sure that they have everything they need to take care of y/n.” Wanda responded as she placed your backpack next to your stroller. She was nervous to let you out of her sight.

Natasha wrapped her arms around her girlfriend, “she’s going to be in good hands. Besides, we get to have some time to ourselves.” She said as she placed a kiss on Wanda's soft lips.

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“Ugh gross… You can’t even wait until we’ve left to start your fun.” Yelena walked into the apartment shielding her eyes from Wanda and Nat kissing. She pretended that she was grossed out; but she found it cute that her sister was happy.

Natasha laughed as she pulled away from Wanda who was blushing slightly. “I’m going to go get y/n. Wanda is going to go through everything that y/n might need.”

You were dressed in your tiger onesie sitting on your play mat quietly stacking blocks. You jumped a little when your mama leaned down to pick you up. “Mama.” You babbled happily as you clung to her.

“Hello my little tiger. Are you ready to go to the zoo with your aunties?” Natasha asked you as she carried you to the living room.

You squealed in excitement and clapped your hands as you saw that your aunt Kate and Yelena were also wearing tiger onesies to match you. “Mama!” You looked at Nat with happiness as you pointed to your aunts.

“I know, little one. Your aunties have dressed up as tigers to match you at the zoo. I want you to stay with your aunties at all times. Make sure to stay in your stroller or hold their hand. Do you understand me, little tiger?” Natasha asked you as she handed you over to her sister.

You nodded your head in understanding. Right now your headspace was around two years old and you were able to walk and say a few words. You always understood what you were told; but talking came harder to you in little space.

“Please take good care of her. She has a habit of wandering off when something interesting catches her eye, so please keep an eye on her. She is slowly eating solids again so make sure to offer her snacks throughout the day. I’ve also packed breastmilk for her if she refuses to eat or becomes fussy. If you need anything please don’t hesitate to call us.” Natasha said as she buckled you into your carseat in Kate's car. She was beginning to feel panicked about letting you go.

“Relax Natasha. Y/n is in good hands. We will take care of her and she will have a great time with her aunties. Now go and have fun now that you have the apartment to yourself. You’ve been kind of moody and tense lately.” Yelena joked with her sister.

Natasha laughed as she closed the car door and yelled out to her sister, “I have not been moody.”

Wanda grabbed Natasha’s hand and pulled her towards the apartment. “You have been a little moody and tense.”

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Yelena and Kate bought you a balloon in your favorite color and tied it to your stroller as they pushed your stroller through the entrance of the zoo. You were so excited to see all the animals, especially the tigers and big cat exhibits.

It was the fall so it was the perfect temperature outside, you loved feeling the wind blow against your face. Kate made sure that she offered you snacks and water throughout the day, but so far you had refused everything given to you. You were much too excited to see everything to bother eating.

You had started to feel fussy as you had been sitting in your stroller for what felt like hours and you wanted to get out and explore the zoo for yourself. You let out a fussy cry as you kicked your feet.

“Malen'kiy (little one), what’s wrong?” Yelena asked as she stepped in front of the stroller and gave you her full attention.

“Out.” You whined as you tried to unbuckle yourself.

“Oh, you want out. Okay I’m going to get you out but you need to hold onto Kate’s hand. There are a lot of people and we don’t want you to get lost.” Yelena spoke firmly to you as she unbuckled you from the stroller. As she lifted you out, she noticed that your diaper was full and that you were due for a diaper change.

Kate laughed at Yelena who was making a dreadful look at realizing that you needed to be changed. There wasn’t much that the blonde couldn’t handle, but diaper changes always got the best of her. “Here my love. I will change y/n and we will meet you at the bear exhibit.” She said as she took you in her arms much to your aunt Yelena’s relief.

You babbled happily as your aunt Kate changed your diaper in the private little/caregiver bathroom. It was a family bathroom equipped with a changing table made specifically for littles. It also had a toilet and sink for caregivers to use.

“Are you excited to see the bears? Are you having fun?” Kate asked you as she tickled your belly before zipping up your onesie.

“Kitty!” You squealed as that was what you were most excited to see. You loved bears and the other animals; but you were getting restless. You wanted to see all the big kitties.

You held Kate’s hand as she walked you out of the bathroom. “Kitty.” You said on repeat as you pointed at the sign that had a picture of a tiger and a lion on it.

“We’re going to see the kitties later y/n, but right now we need to meet up with Yelena at the Bears.” Kate said as she led you the opposite direction away from the big tiger sign.

Kate looked around her surroundings as she tried to figure out where the bear exhibit was. It had only been a second that she had let go of your hand. She reached into the diaper bag and pulled out the map of the zoo. By the time she had figured out what direction to go you had already wandered off.

Frantically she looked everywhere trying to spot you in a crowd full of people, “Oh god. Yelena, Wanda and Natasha are all going to kill me!” Kate said as she called out your name and looked everywhere for you. How hard was it to find a little dressed as a tiger?

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Wanda moaned loudly as Natasha kissed and nipped behind her ear. “Please.” She begged as her hips rocked back and forth.

Natasha smirked as she kissed along Wanda’s neck all the way down to her collarbone. She left small marks along pale skin. She loved hearing her girlfriend beg for her touch. “What’s wrong baby?”

Wanda’s eyes were dilated and looked wild as she was insanely turned on. It had been so long since she had orgasmed and she was growing needier by the second. “I want you.” A whimper left her lips as she felt Natasha’s lips capture her nipple.

“How do you want me, baby?” Natasha asked as she slowly kissed and licked her way down Wanda’s body. She bit her lip and moaned when she saw just how wet she had made her girlfriend. She couldn’t wait to get a taste.

“Nat, please just fuck me! I don’t care how.” Wanda’s back arched as she let out a deep cry of ecstasy as Natasha thrusted two fingers into her pussy that was already dripping. She hadn’t expected Natasha to give in so easily.

“Fuck Wands, you’re so wet and tight baby.” Nat moaned as she leaned in and slowly tasted the sweet juices flowing between Wanda’s legs. She smirked as she used her other hand to hold the redhead in place. “Be a good girl or I’ll stop.”

Wanda’s legs trembled as she did her best to keep her legs open. She could feel her orgasm approaching but under her pleasure she began to feel anxious. Her mind immediately went to you and she clamped her legs shut and pushed Nat away.

“Wanda? What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?” Natasha asked as she sat up on her knees. She was worried that she had hurt her girlfriend or triggered her.

“I think something is wrong with y/n!” Wanda said as she sat up and started looking for her clothes. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

“Baby, I’m sure things are okay. Yelena and Kate would’ve called if something happened.” Natasha said as she tried to keep her girlfriend calm. Surely her sister would call if something happened. Now she was second guessing her sister.

“Crap.” Natasha cursed as she looked down at her phone and saw that she had multiple missed calls from Kate and Yelena. “I’m gonna kill them.” She growled as she began to follow Wanda’s lead and get dressed.

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Yelena and Kate were running around the zoo freaking the fuck out as they still couldn’t find you. They had informed the zoo staff that you were missing and they had left several voice messages on your girlfriend’s phones.

“My sister is going to kill me.” Yelena said as she looked down at her phone that was ringing in her hand. Taking a deep breath she answered her phone.

“What happened? Have you found her?” Natasha’s voice trembled as she hoped to hear some good news.

“We haven’t found her yet. Tasha, I’m sorry. We’ve let the staff know and the police have already been informed.” Yelena said as she held Kate's hand. She felt like she had let her sister down.

“We’re on our way.” Natasha said as she tried to calm down. It took everything in her not to yell at her sister. Fighting wasn’t going to help them find you.

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Loud screams of panic caused chills to spread down Yelena and Kate's spine as they looked towards the chaos.

“Fuck!” Yelena cursed as she ran towards the big cat exhibit. She felt her heart sink as her eyes landed on you petting a tiger within the tiger exhibit. The blonde continued to curse under her breath as she fought through the crowd that had formed around the exhibit.

You sat in the middle of all three tigers and ran your fingers through the largest tigers soft fur. You giggled in delight as you felt the rumble of his purrs and happy chirps. You covered your ears as you looked up and saw people pointing and yelling at you and your tiger friends.

Your tiger friends stood up and let out a protective growl as they walked around you and gave displeased looks towards the zoo staff and the crowd of people surrounding their exhibit. To them you were one of their cubs and they would protect you at all cost.

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Wanda did her best to keep calm the moment she saw you sitting inside the tiger exhibit. She could tell that the crowd of people was only making matters worse as the noise was causing you and the tigers stress. “I need you all to get the crowds out of here. Nat, I’m going to need you to get the staff to stand down. We need to keep y/n calm so that the tigers don’t view us as a threat.” Wanda said firmly as she instructed Natasha, Yelena, and Kate.

As the crowds got smaller you had slowly calmed down enough to uncover your ears. You patted the grown next to you and smiled when your tiger friends relaxed and sat down next to you. You rubbed your eyes tiredly as you cuddled into their soft fur. You thought your ears were playing tricks on you when you heard our mommy’s voice say your name.

Wanda spoke gently and calmly from the entrance gate that led into the exhibit. She didn’t want to spook you or the tigers that had fallen asleep next to you. “Y/n, it’s mommy. Can you crawl towards me?”

You smiled when you found your mommy who was waving at you from where you had entered into the exhibit. You babbled happily as you crawled towards Wanda who was smiling at you the closer you got to the gate. As you got closer to your mommy you turned to wave goodbye to your tiger friends who were sleeping, you hoped that you would get to visit them again.

“That’s it baby, come to mommy.” Wanda spoke softly as the zoologist unlocked the gate. Wanda let out a sigh of relief as she picked you up in her arms. She was overwhelmed with emotions at finally having you safely in her arms.

You let out a tired cry as you rubbed your face into the crook of Wanda’s neck. You loved cuddling with your tiger friends, but there was nothing as good as being in your mama and mommy’s arms. “Mama.”

“Mama has you baby and mama is never ever letting go.”

#wandanat x reader #wandanat x little reader #bishlova #little reader #age regression fic #marvel avenergers #marvel smut

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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jealous hotch just makes me aldkdjskalkd

what if he is late in meeting you for dinner and you are waiting by the bar of the restaurant and he walks in to be greeted by some guy trying to hit on you. and he decides to walk up beside you and pretend to be another stranger hitting on you, and you obliged and play along

i fucked around with jack's age here but we are nothing if not canon defiant

It was the one time Aaron found himself running late. He was the pinnacle of punctuality every single day, but the one time he had to meet you for dinner, he was twenty minutes behind schedule.

Jack was in a tantrum phase, and Aaron had, unfortunately, needed to change his entire outfit, mashed carrots smeared over every inch of previously-perfect fabric.

There were also carrots splattered onto the wall behind him, and it had taken far longer to clean that up before the babysitter arrived than it had to change his clothes. He'd called you apologetically, tension lining his voice as he explained his situation.

You'd been understanding, he knew you would be. But guilt still tugged at his heartstrings as he imagined you sitting alone in a gourmet restaurant, all dolled-up and lonely.

He stepped through the doors of the restaurant an agonizingly long twenty-three minutes late, eyes scanning the tables in front of him and locking onto your figure slumped over the bar.

Except, you weren't alone.

There was a man, dressed in a navy blue suit, flashy red tie hanging in front of your face, bent over at your place, his irritating smirk inching closer and closer to your face as you backed away accordingly.

Aaron was striding over to you before he knew what was going on, fury replacing the guilt that had lingered in his chest only moments before. He reached you in seconds, long legs carrying him faster than he'd ever walked before to reach your side.

"-we can get outta here, how does that sound, sweetheart?" Even the man's voice was greasy, slimy and condescending. Aaron prickled slightly, his fists clenching at his sides.

"No, thank you. I've already told you, I have no interest in leaving with you tonight, under any circumstances."

"Oh, come on, any circumstances?" The man drawled, his sleazy grin growing, "What if there was a fire, and I carried you to safety?"

"I'd rather burn alive." You deadpanned, taking a hefty sip from your glass, "Fire would get me more hot and bothered than you ever could."

Aaron found himself coughing lightly to avoid laughing, keeping his face stoic as the attention shifted to him, your eyes lighting up at his presence.

"Well, Miss," He started, cutting off whatever familiar greeting you'd been about to give him, "I'm no firefighter, but would you let me carry you out of here tonight?"

The man beside you had expected another biting remark, his brow furrowing in indignation when you grinned, "Only if you take me back to your apartment."

The man bothering you took a moment, frantically looking between you and Aaron, then let out a low scoff, "Whatever," making his way over to harass someone else.

Aaron slid into the seat beside you, his jaw tightening once more as he watched the man walk off, "Did he bother you too much?"

"He smelled like a sewer," You sipped from your drink, less desperately this time, "I think he's bothering all of us by being in the room."

A small smile twisted Aaron's features for a moment, and he recalled your earlier words with pride, "Well, I'd be happy to take you home with me tonight, Y/N, but my apartment is currently covered in mashed carrots, so we might spend more time cleaning than anything else."

"Another tantrum?' You grimaced, reaching up to flick away a spot of mashed carrot that Aaron had missed just under his jaw.

"He didn't want his food in the blue bowl," Aaron sighed, "He wanted the red one. But the red one was dirty, so I gave him the blue one anyways. Big mistake."

"Well I don't care what color my bowl is," You huffed, standing from the uncomfortable barstool and gesturing towards the hostess stand, "I just want food in it. Come on Aaron, let's eat, I'm starving."

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the12thnightproject · 4 months

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Hello sorry to bother please can I have 25 22 21 14 12 5 1 for Shingen ? Thank you I wish you a nice day 🙏🙏

Hi Queenguilietta!

It's no bother at all! Always happy to gush about Shingen.

And thank you - I hope you are having a nice day too!

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

Actually, my first impression of him was rather a non-impression. Ikemen Sengoku was my first Otome game, and all those characters coming at me in the prologue was a bit of a sensory overload and no one really made a big impression. I'd decided to download the game based on an in-app ad I'd clicked during a puzzle game I'd been playing, and it was Masamune in the ad that had gotten me to download the game. Masamune then, was my first route, and Shingen is barely in that one. From Masamune's route, I intended to go to Kenshin, but I played Kenshin in a story event while I was reading Masamune, and his possessiveness there was a turn-off, so I picked Sasuke next. Then I did Sasuke's route and found Shingen an entertaining side character and he won me over then.

My impression now is that I adore him. Brains, emotional intelligence, a sly sense of humor, a sense of responsibility, and the fact that he treats his love interest like a Goddess... he's a Renaissance man, and I love that about him.

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don't like?

Answered here.

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

Shingen is very smart, but he likes to hide that behind the flirting. It's fun to write him slyly flirting with, or even just joking with his scene partner, where you think the conversation is about one thing, and then he outsmarts everyone. One of my favorite fics I wrote with him, wasn't a romance at all - it was a one shot with him, Mitsuhide, and Motonari trying to scam each other out of the last bed at an inn in a storm (but in reality, all three were also spying on each other). When you put three of the sneakiest characters in one scene, it just increases the potential for smart mayhem. Of course... I also like writing scenes with him being sexy, because he likes to take his time.

Hm... I'm not a huge fan of writing angst (it's just difficult to hit that line between angst and maudlin), and his canon story is pretty tragic.

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

Ok... we'll go with a modern AU for this, because I do already like his color scheme in game. We know that in game, Shingen is not only a very busy spymaster, but he also is a hobby woodcrafter. So he is going to want something that will be comfortable and allow for ease of movement. He's also very confident in his attractiveness and uses his charisma to distract people from the fact that he's information gathering, so he's not above showing off his body. But he'll do it in a comfortable way. A dark knit shirt that just barely clings to his chest muscles. Not tight, but when he moves, you can see the outline of his body. Jeans or cargo pants. Less tight here - this man moves around a lot and doesn't want his clothing to cut into him. And because he's always going to be interested in the history of warcraft, he's got a vintage leather bomber jacket - lined to keep him warm in cooler weather.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

Answered here.

But also...ok, here is one. If he were stranded in a blizzard, and had to throw himself on the mercy of a family of poor farmers, he would be the best houseguest ever. He would not reveal his identity - he'd pretend to be a random traveler down on his luck. He would flirt with all the women in the household, from the elderly grannie to the six year old girl, and make all of them feel like a queen. He would chat with the men in the family and discover the state of that part of the country just from that part of the conversation. If they need repairs to the household, he would help out with carpentry. And he would eat two servings of dessert. Then weeks later, the family would discover a mysterious parcel of gifts for every member of the family.

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

"Where the Night Goes" by Josh Ritter.

I have no idea why this song makes me think of him. Less the lyrics and more just the vibe.

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

Well, we've already covered the intelligence and the emotional maturity, and the fact that he treats the people around him really well. So lets go also with his ability to take responsibility, and put his needs aside from the greater good. Granted sometimes he takes it too! far! and is too self-sacrificing to the point of risking his health. But he believes that the good of the people outweigh his need for revenge, and he's able to put aside personal feelings in lieu of doing what is best for the country. In other routes where he has a major role, he's always the one in the background, helping MC and her chosen love interest get their happy ending - although again, sometimes he goes too far. He'll step in and offer advice before it's asked for... he doesn't often let his friends figure things out on their own, if he realizes what the solution is before they do.

Ask game

#asked and answered #ikemen sengoku #shingen takeda #ikesen shingen #shingen world domination tour

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Please give me all the Tilda headcanons you have. Wait, wait. I'm worried what you just heard was, 'give me a lot of Tilda headcanons'. What I said was, 'Give me all the Tilda headcanons you have'. 🤗

Okay now that I had some time to think on this one, I can answer. Haha. Sorry it took me a bit. But I have a lot of Tilda Headcanons. 😅🌹

Tilda is a hopeless romantic who would do anything for love.

She grew up wanting to be like the masterful artists she admires but wasn't gifted with the talent to do so.

She sometimes plays piano but isn't as good as she wants to be.

When her and Lis were together, after dinner, she would play piano for Lis on quiet, relaxing afternoons over a glass of wine.

She loves to watch independent films from her time that are dramatic, romantic and full of emotion. In which she secretly cries over with a box of dutch chocolates by her side.

She wishes she learned how to cook but never could bring herself to do it.

Tilda would have taught Art History at a famous university but went off to become a spy and data broker. (Can we imagine Tilda as a professor?) 🔥🌹

I feel Tilda would have admired her dad if he survived and wanted to be like him.

Her favorite colors are royal blue and purple but prefers to wear white.

She is a minimalist but secretly hoards art.

I believe Tilda was a Zenith way before she met Lis during the time Peter was the original founder. She really looked up to his ideas of immortality, advancing humanity and traveling the stars.

She quietly loves to read romantic poetry with her favorite bottle of wine.

As a child in boarding school she would sneak outside at night to look at the stars and imagine a place free from her lonely, dark prison.

At school, other girls knew Tilda was a lesbian and picked on her for it but secretly crushed on her. However, her beauty and quiet personality intimidated them.

Tilda admired her strict disciplinary guardian at boarding school but dreaded the woman at the same time. However was inspired by her dominance and control. Which she later implemented and mimicked that behavior into her adult life, using it to gain respect with the powerful and wealthy elites.

Tilda is a fashionista. Wore top high fashion everywhere and anywhere.

She is mostly an introvert who gets burnt out by people very quickly.

Before her parents died, Tilda was a loving and kind little girl with big dreams who looked up to her dad and loved life.

After her parents died, Tilda closed herself off to people, specially girls at school who bullied her. Which lead to her belief that everyone was horribly undeserving of her love and kindness to which she had locked away.

It created her more cold, intimating persona that she picked up from her assigned guardian.

This belief allowed her to not care about stealing data from others. To Tilda, everyone deserved it. It didn't bother her until she met Lis.

Tilda was hired by far Zenith to obtain hidden secret data from Elizabeth Sobeck. But instead fell in love with her red headed victim.

Later learning how selfless and loving Lis was, this is what drove Tilda to open her heart once again and change how she looked at the world.

Tilda saw Beta as her daughter but at times looking at her or hearing Beta's voice caused Tilda pain. She cared about her and genuinely wanted Beta to succeed and grow not for herself but for Lis. However, the idea of this being a clone of the woman who pushed Tilda's love away years ago to focus on her work was unbearable to witness at times. Leaving Tilda reflecting a much colder tone.

Tilda loves cats but is allergic to them. She also wouldn't want them to destroy her furniture or clothing.

On her birthday, Tilda would buy herself a Dutch treat and play the Happy Birthday song to herself on the piano. Pretending her mom and dad were there to sing it to her.

Tilda always sleeps on one side of the bed, pretending Lis is next to her. Some nights reaching out to feel nothing but the cold sheets which leads her into a fit of tears.

She is a lightweight when it comes to alcohol so she barely drinks. But when she does, she can get very drunk and turn into a romantic, poetic mess. Singing love songs in Dutch along the halls of the Odyssey, where the other Zeniths would scoff, laugh or roll their eyes. Until eventually one of them put poor drunk Tilda to bed.

Tilda eats rice pudding as a sweet. She loves the simplicity of it.

Her home smelled of roses and clean laundry.

She thinks birds are cute and lights up when she sees one she likes but tries to hide her reaction.

When Lis would talk, eat, sleep, and do basic human things, Tilda had to hold back from smiling too much without giving away that she found it overwhelmingly adorable.

Tilda kept a handwritten diary in which it held her deepest thoughts and fears. But most of all her love and poetry she wrote for Lis. Elizabet secretly once read it and cried. Tilda never knew.

Tilda would send funny memes to Lis while she worked for Faro and the woman would have to struggle from laughing when at meetings.

Tilda has a dirty sense of humor. When she first started dating Lis, she would whisper dirty jokes into her ear which caused the red head to laugh very loudly. It would catch the attention of everyone in the room.

Tilda loved the opera and live orchestra. She took Lis many times where she teased the scientist with her sensual touch and occasional kisses on the neck. Sometimes playing with Lis' red hair around her fingers.

She has a fear of the dark and sleeps with a warm light on beside her bed.

Tilda did have Zenith friends she liked. She enjoyed their company more than she told Aloy. And when Nemesis killed them, she went cold again on the way back to Earth. The trauma from her past was all coming back to her. Now stuck with the worst of the Zeniths, she shut herself off even more.

She is demisexual and demiromantic.

She likes to hum to herself but gets very embarrassed if other Zeniths would overhear her. Holding back from humming a tune for months until she could feel safe to do it again.

She loves VR and normally sits at simulated coffee shops in Amsterdam. Replaying the times she had coffee there with Lis.

Tilda never died. She somehow figured a way to transfer her consciousness successfully to a fully grown cloned version of herself tucked away in a Zenith cryo pod. She never told the others how to do this.

She will return and get the redemption she deserves by deciding she will stay and help fight alongside Aloy and her friends. Leaving her past regret behind her.

#tilda van der meer #horizon forbidden west #aloy #elisabet sobeck #tilda #horizon forbidden west spoilers #hfw spoilers #hfw #aloy sobeck #headcanon #headcanons #Thank you for asking #🌹🌈🙌💓⚡⭐🔥

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