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friendofthecrows · 2 years
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I have a job interview today, everyone who believes in that stuff send me luck ok? (灬º‿º灬)♡
#i am VERY fluent in writing but speaking is a different matter so I'm a bit worried#i actually just changed my fluency level on my application for French bc you know I'm fluent in French#but then my mom asked me to describe something to her in French and I blanked#but then she asked me to describe THE SAME THING in English and I STILL COULDN'T#so anyways my French is sitting at intermediate now in my resume bc they had no between intermediate and fluent#and I KNOW what everyone considers intermediate in this country and I'm waaay above that#but anyways the downsides of being mostly raised by a wolf#I'm not actually a fluent English speaker even though it's my first language#fine writing but I don't have too much experience speaking#putting sentences together is like doing a puzzle it's hard#often there's a word at the back of my head that I can't pull to the front so I try to describe with other phrases#i hope this doesn't make me sound unqualified#like I could show you all of it or write essays on it but speaking is hard#and i could do it in French but y'know since I can't verbalize in English well I can't in French either#i was literally raised by a wolf and then spent the rest of my life mostly isolated in the forest#i write and read a lot and correspond with people electronically all the time#but I only speak to like 5 people once a week and that's only been for the last few years#you get it?#so I'm nervous bc I KNOW the English capabilities will leave#imagine a language that you're kind of good at but you've been on and off studying#now imagine you have to do a spoken interview in that#that's me with any of my languages including English#this DOES make it really easy to learn foreign languages quickly#which is why I can WRITE in 5 very well#speaking is a different matter
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noneorother · 3 months
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The puns are never ending : Aziraphale's miraculous "visable" bullet.
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Aside from this closeup diagram of how to perform the bullet catch being objectively hilarious, it's also got a pretty fascinating *spelling mistake*.
If you look closely at the part of the pamphlet in red, you'll see that the bullet should be hidden in the mouth where it won't be visable. Not "not visible". Not visable. Seems innocuous enough right? But of course, the layers are never ending.
"Visable" is actually a Middle English word, *not* a modern English one. The last time it was used was before the printing press was invented, so pretty old. Here's a little background :
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What's really fascinating though, is that just like the expression "dark horse", the word has two meanings : one is "Capable of good judgement, prudent" the other is "Tractable and docile".
There are also only two examples of the word in context that I can find, and they really should be sending you into orbit :
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The first one is actually from Henry Lovelich's translation of the French epic poem "The Romance of Merlin" also known as the first English treatment of the Arthurian legends. It's modernized as "He was a worthy knight, valiant and visable in every fight." Which uses the "good judgment" meaning and sounds... a lot like Aziraphale in his role of guardian and protector.
Why do we care? They are standing literally in front of Excalibur, Arthur's sword.
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The other one is from "Ipomadon", another middle English epic poem about a hidden identity romance between a beautiful but proud heiress, and her dark knight in disguise. "She was... visable and virtuous, meak and mild, and marvellous." Which clearly uses the "tractable and docile" meaning, but also... kinda sounds like Aziraphale in his damsel in his distress mode, which:
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Ahahahah fuck off. But wait, there's more!
I originally twigged to this error because if you, like me, also happen to speak the language of la plume de ma tante, you know there's a reason why the uses happen in epic poems that originated in France: it's a loan word from old French, and still exists today in modern French, but it doesn't mean tractable and docile...
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For the non-french speaking among you, it's a derivation of the verb "viser" :
Verb 1 To aim 1.To aim, to carefully direct one's gaze or a weapon towards a goal to throw something at it.
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And so, if you happen to be, oh I don't know, a demon and have been alive for thousands of years and can definitely speak all the languages on earth and happen to have participated in the Arthurian age in England, when you read that pamphlet really carefully because someone is making you do a crazy stunt and there's a miracle blocker on, you could *conceivably* have read the instructions as:
"IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT YOU LOVE, DO NOT SHOOT AZIRAPHALE IN THE FACE." ________________________________________________________ Thanks to @thebluestgreen and @embracing-the-ineffable as always.
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cartierre · 1 year
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YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL | cs55
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SOCIAL MEDIA!AU carlos sainz x fem!reader
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yourusername you're lucky red suits me
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carlossainz55 red's your colour ⤷ yourusername we like it spicy in this household
charles_leclerc when is carlos inviting you to the paddock madame ⤷ yourusername already miss me? ⤷ user1 is she blatantly flirting with charles ⤷ user2 and people say carlos is the one exploiting her because of her young age? nah, that girl knows what she's doing
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yourusername alexa play 'the other woman' by lana del rey
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carlossainz55 don't be overdramatic mi amor ⤷ yourusername i know you're calling charles babygirl behind my back ⤷ landonorris she got you there mate
user3 imagine having been a ferrari fan since you were young and manifasting that shit so bad you started dating a ferrari driver ⤷ yourusername that's exactly how it went
user4 i just realised carlos and y/n ain't even born in the same generation ⤷ user5 watch carlos entering his leonardo dicaprio era
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yourusername did i run through an alley for 30min straight while charles and lando lit up the place with their iphone flashes for carlos to take good pictures of me? yes, yes i did.
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charles_leclerc it was a whole workout ⤷ carlossainz55 i think i sweat more during that photoshoot than in a race ⤷ yourusername keep it up grandpas, lando didn't complain at all ⤷ landonorris the age difference
user6 them playing into their whole age gap thing gives me the actual ick ⤷ yourusername yk you can just unfollow?
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carlossainz55 mi luna, mi estrella, mi amor [my moon, my star, my love]
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yourusername no hablo español [i don't speak spanish] ⤷ carlossainz55 te amo [i love you] ⤷ yourusername yo también te amo [i love you too] ⤷ yourusername yes i used google translate
user7 age differences aside, they're adorable ⤷ user8 heavy emphasis on age differences aside
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yourusername dios mío, hace calor [oh my god, it's hot]
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carlossainz55 i regret teaching you spanish ⤷ yourusername tú no [you do not]
user9 am i the only one imagining y/n asking carlos to teach her slang in spanish ⤷ user10 i bet he doesn't even speak much slang considering his age ⤷ user11 y'all make it sound like he's 55 and not 28
charles_leclerc now you only need to learn italian and french ⤷ yourusername no, grazie! non, merci! [no, thank you! in italian/french] ⤷ user12 multilingual queen
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sehyunie23 · 3 months
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|Summer Fic|
Nothing's Gonna
Change My Love For
You - Aespa Karina
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Y/n POV
"Mun, how many orders do we have for tomorrow?" I asked my assistant.
"Based on our calendar, we have..." Mun looked at our records while I compute our profits for this week.
"We have 10 orders for this week," Mun said as he looked at me.
"10? That's quite a lot," I chuckled as I put the financial papers away.
"You accepted it, not me," Mun said as he raised his hands.
"Oh get out you smarty pants!" I said as Mun just giggled and went out of his spot, probably going to get some good food because it's already lunchtime.
I stretched from my seat and closed my computer, then gonna go outside to breathe some fresh air.
Grabbing my coat, I left my office and went on my way to the building's exit, also greeting some of my employees along the way.
Going out, the bustling sounds of the busy city hit me. Cars honking, the clacks of the people's shoes, music blaring from afar. If you are not in a great mood, you will be irritated from where I am standing.
I then walked some steps and arrived at my cafe slash restaurant where some of my creativity and love for food is poured in.
Entering what is like my second home, I see many customers eating and enjoying the ambiance of my cafe which puts a smile on my face. I then went to the kitchen where the pastries and some savory food were already plated, ready to be served to our customers.
"Y/n! Nice to see you again. Your good is gaining popularity huh?" Jun, one of my managers went up to me as he picked up a tray full of food.
"Tell me about it. And pasta?" I asked as I saw his tray, plates full of pasta.
"Well, you know. You going for that European vibes has it's perks," Jun said which made us both giggle.
"Uh... Can anyone speak English or French? I have a customer right now but I don't speak both languages," Mihyun said as she opened the door to the kitchen and pouted.
"Mihyun, didn't I tell you to study English?" I raised an eyebrow at the girl.
"Oppa~," Mihyun then whined and stomped her feet.
We all laughed at her but I went to the counter with her following in tail. Seeing the customer, I put up my smile and greeted him.
"Bonjour! Bienvenue dans notre café. Qu'aimerais-tu commander?" (Good morning! Welcome to our cafe. What would you like to order?) I said and the customer smiled and proceeded to tell his order.
Punching the items on the computer, Mihyun is watching intensely beside me, eager to be better at her job and that's a good thing.
"Je vais donc répéter votre commande. deux croissants, trois macarons et deux chocolats chauds?" (So I will repeat your order. two croissants, three macaroons, and two hot chocolates?) I said and the man happily nodded.
"Oui, merci beaucoup," The man said and I entered his order into our system.
"Vous souhaitez payer en espèces ou par carte?" (Do you want to pay by cash or card?) I asked and looked at the man.
"Je paierai par carte s'il vous plaît," (I will pay by card please) The customer said and took the payment for his order and then he gave his name and voila, the transaction was finished.
"Wah~ you sound so sexy speaking French oppa!" Mihyun said and squealed making me laugh at her silliness.
"Oh you little pumpkin," I said and ruffled her hair, making her laugh.
Giggling as well, I then looked at the operation of my business, and from what I saw, it was doing well. I hope that it continues for a long time.
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Karina POV
"Good job for today girls, your promotions end today, and give yourself a clap. Congratulations!" Our manager said and the staff clapped, congratulating us, making me and my group mates thank them.
"Thank you all! We couldn't do this without all of you!" I said and bowed in front of them.
And from there, we celebrated with our staff. Ningning being the youngest, leads the crazy things or dances as she just wants to party.
I still keep a stance, being a leader means responsibility. Looking out for my members, our manager went to me, whispering something.
"Hey, you guys up for dinner after this?" She asked.
"Eun unnie, when did we refuse food?" I asked making her chuckle.
"Okay, I know a place," Unnie said.
"We gonna eat somewhere delicious?!" Minjeong suddenly appeared at my back, asking her question.
"Woah, chill out. Yeah, I know a place," Unnie repeated.
"Oh! Is it the place where you brought the delicious croissants?" Minjeong asked and unnie smiled.
"Yep! Nice memory," Unnie answered.
"Hah! You know me unnie~," Minjeong said as she flicked her hair.
"Show off," I said and Minjeong just glared at me, making me giggle.
"Anyways, I know the owner. I will take a call now," Unnie said.
"Wait! Food!" Ningning suddenly latched herself to unnie.
"Aigoo you baby. Karina!" Unnie squealed as Ningning was piggybacking on Manager unnie.
I laughed at the sight with Minjeong, Aeri arrived here as well, joining in the laughter. Several minutes passed, and I was sitting on the sofa, scrolling through my Instagram until my eyes saw a croissant and an eclair.
Looking at the pastries makes me hungry, I thought that this couldn't be. I need to make someone hungry as well.
I looked to my side and saw Aeri, I smirked and was about to do my plan until she sush me.
"I know what you are going to do Jimin, no," Aeri said which made me pout.
Aeri then looked at me with a smirk on her face, making me scoff.
"Hah! You can't do that to me Jimin. Also, I know Y/n," Aeri said.
"Y/n?" I asked, confused.
"Oh, he's the owner of the restaurant where we will go later," Aeri answered.
"Aha! I love his pastries! Let's go!" I squealed in delight.
"Maybe you will love him more," Aeri smirked.
"Aigoo you flirt, come!" I said, picking up my jacket.
"Girls! Let's go!" Eun unnie said to us and we followed her to the van.
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Y/n POV
"Yah! You little shit! Come back here!" Mun said as Mihyun decided to play a prank on him.
"Oppa~ do you love chocolats?~ Because I always see you in pain," Mihyun burst into laughter while I stifled mine, especially on that little pun Mihyun just said.
At this point in time, the store is usually closed but Eun noona, one of my closest friends called me for a reservation and I just accepted it. Of course, I couldn't do it myself so I asked some of my staff on who wanted to do overtime and luckily, Mihyun and Mun agreed.
"That pun was so bad. Pain au Chocolat?" I chuckled and Mihyun just giggled.
"Come on Y/n. That's not you to laugh at a joke like that," Mun said while wiping himself clean from the flour.
"Wah~ It's good to give exceptions sometimes," I said, calming down from my laughter.
"Not you too," Mun groaned, but a sight for Mihyun who was on the ground, laughing like it was her last day.
"Y-you! HAHAHA!" Mihyun wheezing on the floor and I just let them be.
Suddenly, I heard the door to my restaurant open. Looking at my two co-workers for the night, I giggled at them before leaving the kitchen and opening the front door for my last customers.
Walking to the entrance, I saw a group of girls waiting, with being the first one, of course
"Eun! WHAAAA!" I said as I opened the door.
"YAH!!!! Y/N YOU LITTLE!" Eun jumped and ruffled my hair.
"Ow! Yah! Aish," I said, preventing Eun to pull all of my hair.
"Y/n oppa! I want a croissant," Aeri said.
"Really?" I said a little bit annoyed as Aeri just giggled at me.
"Aiyoo, we want food! Hurry hurry!" Eun said and released my head, then she smacked my butt.
"I wish I just closed my shop," I said and sighed. Just then, the other girls just chuckled at us.
"Oh! Hello everyone! I'm Y/n, the owner of this humble shop. Also, Eun and Aeri, my loyal customers already know me as you saw earlier," I said, glaring at the two girls and they just looked at me innocently.
"Anyways, Welcome!" I said and bowed to them. The other girls clapped at me, making me smile.
"Hello! We are Aespa!" The four girls introduced their selves.
"I'm Karina, leader of the group. The one beside me is Minjeong, next to Aeri is Ningning, and you know. Aeri herself," A girl named Karina spoke, introducing her members.
"Well, nice to meet you all! I hope you enjoy our dinner menu and from what I heard from Eun, you all like my pastries, and with that, I'm very thankful," I said with a sincere smile.
Just then, Mihyun went out of the kitchen with menus in her arms and walked towards us.
"Bonsoir! Welcome to our cafe! Let's get you seated!" Mihyun greeted them cheerfully.
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Karina POV
"I want an eclair!" Ningning said.
"Can I have a gelato?" Minjeong asked.
"We only have Oreo, Choco Fudge, and Coffee," the girl named Mihyun said.
"Can I have a combination of Choco Fudge and Coffee?" Minjeong asked.
"Absolutely," Mihyun answered.
"I will do that please, thank you," Minjeong said with a smile.
"Okay~, for your Aeri?" Mihyun asked.
"Hit me up with a coffee gelato," Aeri said and Mihyun wrote it down, then she looked at me.
"And what will be your dessert Karina-ssi?" Mihyun asked.
"Do you have choices?" I asked.
"I can guide you to our cafe if you want," Mihyun suggested to me.
"Please," I said with a smile. Mihyun retorted about the actions and told me to follow her.
Not far from our table, I saw Y/n with another behind the counter full of beautiful-looking pastries.
"Mun! One Choco Fudge with Coffee gelato and one coffee gelato. Also, one eclair," Mihyun said to the man beside Y/n.
"On it!" Mun said as he scooped the gelato.
"Karina-ssi, you can pick whatever you want," Y/n said making me smile at him.
I walked closer to the counter where the pastries were displayed and there, my eyes wandered from every bread. Having a hard time picking, a pair of eyes then met mine and I just felt something.
Not strange, not weird. Just something I can't explain for the moment.
"Having a hard time picking?" Y/n said from behind the counter.
"Yeah, they all look nice, to be honest," I said with a smile.
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I mean, seeing them displayed is just like going to an art museum.
"Thanks! That meant a lot to me," Y/n said.
"Say, mind recommending me one?" I asked, now looking at Y/n.
"Well, I do have one. It's my favorite" Y/n said and stood up, making me follow his actions.
"Really? What is it?" I said, intrigued.
"Well, here!" Y/n said and picked up a tray of beautifully made pastries.
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"Woah~," the cake just made me look in awe at how gorgeous it is.
"Three Chocolate Plaisir. Layers after layers, with each layer offering different textures," Y/n smiled as he gave me two pieces.
"I will trust you on this," I said while giggling.
"I promise you that you won't regret it," Y/n said confidently.
"I would hold on to that. Thanks Y/n!" I said.
"No problem Karina-ssi. Have a nice dinner," Y/n said and I nodded with a smile. I then picked up the plate and went back to our table and just as I was about to sit, the girls were very jealous of my dessert, making me laugh at them.
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Y/n POV
"Wha~ I saw Aespa!" Mihyun began to daydream while wiping the plates.
"Yet they don't know you. HAH!" Mun said to counter Mihyun.
"Shut up~, Minjeong gave me an autograph," Mihyun said as she looked at Mun, totally annoyed.
"WHY ARE YOU SO LUCKY!" Mun shouted.
"Now now, calm down Mun. Now that we are finished here. Care to close the shop for me?" I asked Mun gently.
"Okay, but!" Mun started and looked at me.
"But what?" I ask.
"I want Aespa's autograph," Mun said but I smacked his head before he could mutter another word.
"But, but!" Mun tried to reason.
"Go to their fan meeting. Tell me and I will buy you a ticket," I said and Mun immediately nodded.
"Okay! Go now and I will close the store happily!" Mun said, now humming. A complete turnaround from his attitude earlier.
"He's a certified my," Mihyun said.
"Tell me about it," I giggled.
I then picked up a bag containing of many ready-to-bake pastries for the Aespa girls and Eun, giving it to them as a token of appreciation.
Going out of the kitchen, I went to their table where I saw them getting ready to leave.
"Wait! I want to give these to you all," I said and gave them the bags.
"Oh? What's this Y/n?" Eun asked.
"It's our ready-to-bake item. Take it as a gift," I said with a smile.
"Strawberry croissant?! Yes! Thank you! I will eat this well!" Ningning exclaimed, making me release a chuckle.
"Oh no. It's nothing," I said while waving my hands.
"Oh! Speaking of baking. Jimin? You will ask a question right?" Eun said as she pushed Karina a bit, making me look at the latter.
"U-uh. I-I love yo- WHA! I mean I love bread!" Karina said, a little startled, making me look at her weirdly with a giggle.
Suddenly, the other girls just began coughing. Ningning then smacked the table hard, looking away from me.
I then looked at Karina, fiddling with her fingers, holding the pack of ready-to-bake bread.
"I guess you want to learn how to bake Karina-ssi?" I asked and the girl's eyes widened, making me smile.
"You can call me, or even tell Eun for for the time. Whenever you are free, just ring me up," I said and Karina smiled and nodded shyly.
"Okay. Now that all is finished, here's our payment Y/n," Eun said as she showed me their company card.
"Okay~," I said and took the card for their payment.
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Karina POV
It's been days since we ate in Y/n' oppa's restaurant and it's also been days since my members teased me using Y/n.
"Step to the left but put more energy on the arms when you swing it, okay?" Our instructor said.
"Ne!" We all answered and the instructor said her goodbye and Eun unnie went in front of us.
"Okay everyone~. Aeri, Minjeong, and Ning, you are finished for today~," Eun unnie said which made me confused.
"Wait? I still have on my schedule?!" I whined at unnie.
"At this hour?! She still have-", Aeri is starting to be angry until,
"Y/n. This is your freest time for the next two weeks so why not now?" Eun said as Aeri's anger turned into a smirk.
"Yah yah yah! Shut up Aeri!" I said while glaring at her.
"I'm not saying anything~," Aeri teasingly said.
I looked away from them clearing my throat. Now what happened to me? I was so tired until Eun unnie said where I was going.
"Unnie, bring me a delicious croissant okay? Thank you!" Minjeong said as she ran outside our practice room.
"Yeah unnie! Bring me home- I mean! Bring something delicious! Minjeong! Wait for me!" Ningning followed suit as Aeri walked out slowly, giving me funny faces, and making me glare at her.
"Okay, now come on. Let's go to him," Okay?" Eun unnie said
"Yeah, let's go," I wore a hoodie and went outside of the company with Eun unnie.
I saw our van and was about to go in until Eun unnie tapped me, pointing at another car.
"Eh?" I muttered.
"Y/n will teach you. He is also responsible for you now," Just as Eun unnie said that, the car behind our van flashes its light grabbing my attention.
I looked at unnie at first, a little bit uneasy but Eun unnie just nodded with a smile on her face.
Slowly walking to the car behind, I was about to knock on the window until it rolled down, revealing Y/n.
"Service for Ms. Yoo Jimin?" Y/n said with a tease, making me smile.
"Maybe this is not so bad after all. Great job Jimin," I said in my thoughts.
Smiling at my thoughts, I went inside his car and fastened my seatbelt.
"So, croissants?" I asked and looked at Y/n.
"Croissants. Okay!" Y/n said with a smile then we were on our way.
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Y/n POV
"Now fold the dough again," I said.
"Again?! But we folded it earlier?" Karina whined.
"The more, the better Karina-ssi" I teasingly said.
"But my hands!" Karina whined cutely, making me giggle.
"Then, should I help you?" I asked. Then Karina looked at me with the cutest puppy eyes that I have ever seen.
"Please~," Karina said with a pout. Now, Karina is just displaying her real beauty.
"Okay, now move as-,"
"No," Karina cut me off.
"No?" I asked.
"No. Guide me," Karina said and turned her back to me, making me giggle.
"You are awfully comfortable with me now huh?" I teased.
"Oh shut it. Let's go make a croissant!" Karina said angrily, but to me, she looked like a puppy, making my smile wider.
I then went behind Karina then slowly, I put my hands above hers, guiding her the right way to make my best selling croissants.
But while my body is helping her to do the pastries, my mind is overjoyed and giddy.
I have many friends that are girls but Karina, the way she trusts me even though we don't know each other very well, she trusts me.
Now, I may be overthinking at this but when a girl trusts you, it's a good thing, very good thing, especially when you are a boy.
The way our hands touched each other, ignited a spark that may be merely just a small thing, but that small thing affected me in just seconds.
Thinking for a bit, we do look like a couple. A couple that is on the brink of marriage, wait what?
Shrugging at my thoughts, I then heard Karina laughing like a kid playing with its toys.
I see Karina folding and rolling the dough over and over again. At one point I even released my hand for her to move freely and she just looked at me proudly at her work.
"You're a natural Karina-ssi," I said.
"Call me Jimin. I would like that even more," Karina or I mean, Jimin said, making me look at her.
"Oh? You know I'm flattered that you will let me call you by your name," I said.
"Well, I'm an outgoing girl and by what I feel, I'm comfortable with you," Jimin bluntly said.
"You are such a straightforward girl," I laughed making Jimin giggle as well.
"Knowing Yoo Jimin 101!" Jimin said excitedly.
"Okay okay, let's cut it to portions now or Eun will kill me," I said, Jimin then laughed and nodded.
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Y/n POV
"Delivery for Incheon, Daegu, Anyang, and Seongnam for this week?" I asked Mun.
"Seongnam and Anyang deliveries are already finished. Incheon and Daegu are the places that have big orders," Mun said as he placed the equities and expenses on my table.
"D'accord. Anything else for today?" I asked.
"Well, Mihyun did deliver the croissants you and your girlfr- I mean Karina," Mun said and I threw a crumpled paper to his face.
"Aigoo. There you are again," I said a little bit annoyed.
*bzzt bzzt*
"Would you look at that, your phone vibrates. Come, let's take a bet. If that's Karina, I will work for you for free next week," Mun said.
"And if this is not Karina, I will put you and Mihyun on a date," I said and Mun coughed, making me giggle.
For now, it's the moment of truth. I opened my phone and its...
" Jiminie🐨
Oppa! We received the croissants we made! They are so delicious, we made them well. The mixture of the dough is perfect..... like us. Anyways, have a great day! Thanks to Mihyun-ssi as well! ♡♡♡ "
My eyes widened and Mun took a peek as well but the smirk on his face was bigger than ever.
"Well well well~ who do we have here? Oh! Jiminie~ perfect like us," Mun teasingly said, squealing at the same time.
"Wha. I mean, what did I do for her to tease me like this?" I asked, blushing because of Jimin's words.
"I'm gonna talk to Eun about this," I said.
"Hah! Yeah right. I bet you like it," Mun said as he left me alone in my office.
"I didn't like. I love it," I whispered, smiling, and my heart is like happily dancing on its own.
"You are something Jimin,"
I chuckled at my thoughts and looked at my computer. Nah, I think I have something better to do.
I stood up, grabbed my coat, and left my office in a hurry, but carefully.
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Karina POV
"This unnie. Why is she initiating the moves?" Minjeong asked.
"Because this dumb girl didn't give her number to his man," Aeri answered.
"Oh well. Whatever you say, I say that croissants are the best!" Ningning said while munching on her second bread.
"Aish. Let your leader be, girls. What Karina wants, Karina gets," Eun unnie said.
"I'm pretty sure Y/n oppa would fall in love when a girl messaged him that they are perfect," Ningning said.
"And that's my plan," I smirked.
"Aiyoo, you will be the death of me Karina," Eun unnie said which made me giggle.
"But you know, I heard from the higher-ups, they want to put you in a dating rumor with Taeyong," Aeri whispered.
"What?!" I exclaimed then looked at unnie.
"I will stop that, whatever it takes Karina, with all my power," Eun unnie assured me and placed her arm on my shoulders.
"Okay. I know you always protect us unnie," I said with a gentle smile and held Eun unnie's hand.
"Yep! If that did happen. I will kill the management," Eun unnie joked, making us laugh.
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Y/n POV
"Our revenue is up by 10%!" Mun said excitedly.
"Really? Seongnam really is a game-changer huh?" I said and Mun nodded happily.
"Who suggested Seongnam?" I asked.
"IT WAS ME!!!" Mihyun barged into our office, holding two coffees.
"Aish. Yah! Don't need to do that. Aigoo," I said, a little startled at how she entered my office.
"Hehehe~, Seongnam for the win! That's my hometown!" Mihyun danced joyfully. I then looked at Mun looking at Mihyun with hearts shooting from his eyes.
Looking at the sight, I think I will plan their date earlier than my planned day.
Chuckling at the future couple, I then looked at my computer and saw an article from Dispatch.
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Karina POV
"Aish ssibal. Are they real for now?!" Eun unnie slammed the pile of papers on our floor.
"The NCT members don't know this either. They are beyond confused right now," Aeri said.
"But why in the hell Dispatch?" I asked, curling into a ball.
"Don't worry unnie, I'm here," Minjeong came beside me.
I smiled at the girl and hugged her tightly like a teddy bear.
"Yep! Me too!" Ningning also went to my left, hugging me, and showing her support.
I smiled at our maknaes as they can be a child at heart but when times like this appear, they are probably the most reliable person on earth.
"Something that will never change about businessmen is their love for money," Aeri clicked her tongue.
"Now that's just bad. Exclude me Aeri," A voice coming from a man said.
We all looked at the man and saw Y/n holding a bag. My eyes widened and hid myself behind Minjeong.
"Y/n! Thank you for this, really," Eun unnie sighed and took the bag from Y/n oppa.
"Seems something is up," Y/n oppa asked as he looked at us.
"O, the higher-ups want to stir the cash flow of this company," Eun unnie sighed.
"By using their idols in such a way? By the way, do Karina also-," Y/n oppa asked.
"Andwae! I love you Y/n oppa! You make my heart beat irregularly, you make me go crazy for you. We just met once, bonded once, croissants! But I feel something special when I'm with you! My happiness, pastry chef! My l-," I said in the heat of the moment but my brain not working as well.
I then regained my senses and looked at the people here with me in the practice room. My eyes widen, thinking about what I just said.
I see the maknaes smirking, Aeri humming, and Eun unnie pointing at the ceiling like it was something amusing.
Sighing at what I did, I faced the wall, ashamed. Before my forehead could touch the wall, I was grabbed by someone making me face him, hugging me tightly.
"Don't worry Jimin. Nothing's gonna change my love for you, whatever the rumors, whatever the problems," Y/n oppa started, making me look up at him.
Ningning and Minjeong squealed like little kids because of how high-pitched it was, Aeri who was surprised enjoyed the drama unfolding in front of her.
"I gotta admit Jimin, you stole my feelings from our first meeting. I don't believe in love at first sight but gosh Karina, you are something special. Just like what you said, the mixture of the dough is perfect, just like us," Y/n oppa said with a smile and then kissed my forehead making me gasp.
"Omo omo omo, what's this?! This is such a fast turn of events," Aeri exclaimed.
"Nope. Let's get out of here. Croissants! Come on Aeri unnie," Ningning said and dragged the older girl with her. Minjeong and Eun unnie went out while giggling, giving me a wink before closing the door.
Silence then followed suit and my look at Y/n oppa strengthened.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Y/n oppa giggled as he caressed my hair.
"Wae? Yah! Why are you laughing huh?!" I said while smacking his chest but Y/n oppa just hugged me tighter, laughing.
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Y/n POV
"You know I'm gonna ask for you to have another lesson with me," I said, teasing the girl beside me.
"AWH! Please stop! Don't tease me!" Jimin said, hiding her hot pink face from me.
Looking at Jimin in this state is so funny, who knew that behind the cold gaze on her face is a warm and loving girl.
"Aww~ is this the same Jimin that messaged me th-," Jimin puts a finger on my lips.
"Shhh! Okay! I'm that girl, please don't tease me~," Jimin nuzzles her head in my arms, making me smile
Right now, we are in the living room of their dorm. The other girls are in the kitchen, again, respecting our privacy I think.
"I mean, I'm gonna confess too but not this early. You really know how to mess up a plan someti-OW!" I said but received an elbow from Jimin.
"I bet you are not, you are a wimp! Hmph!" Jimin said, sulking.
"Oho~, showing me this side of yours already?" I teased, poking her arm.
"Yah! How many times do I tell you to HMMM!" Jimin was talking until I cupped her cheeks and kissed her on the lips.
A good 10 seconds passed and I decided to cut the kiss. Looking at Karina whose eyes are shut while puckering her lips, I giggled at her and connected our lips again.
Loving someone who you barely knew must be risky, but sometimes risks bring in the grand of rewards.
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Y/n POV
"What's our delivery for this week?" I asked.
"We have Busan, Incheon, and Daegu as our big bundle. Seongnam, Anyang, and Jeju for our regular," Mihyun said, looking at me.
"How about our SM branch?" I asked.
"Oh, well it's good. Many artists, staff, and even the admins love your food," Mihyun said happily.
"I know that I can always trust you Mihyun," I said with a smile.
"Merci, je ne pourrais pas le faire sans votre aide," (Thank you, I couldn't do it without your help) Mihyun bowed but what surprised me was that she spoke fluent French.
"Woah! Where did that come from?!" I excitingly.
"I just study~, I told you that I work hard," Mihyun said and flicked her hair, making me giggle.
"Babe! Let's go. Our boss is still single," Mun said and held Mihyun's hand.
"Aish, you brat. Don't look down on me," I said.
"Y/nnie~, I need my hugs and kisses!" Jimin barged into my office and ran straight to me.
Mihyun chuckled while I smirked at Mun who was looking somewhere else.
"Ah! I will be going. Goodbye Y/n, Karina-ssi," Mihyun bowed.
"Aww. Goodbye unnie! Have a great day!" Jimin said to Mihyun.
"Bye~! Great job!" I said and Mihyun bowed, then walked to the door. Being the mischievous girl she is, she smacked Mun's butt.
"YAWWW!" Mun exclaimed and Mihyun just walked out like nothing happened.
"YOU! COME BACK HERE!" Mun said and ran out of my office.
Two years since we met each other personally, Jimin and my relationship didn't waver, instead, it just kept getting better and better.
Karina's dating rumor didn't work for creating good revenue for SM, their stocks even plummeted. That's where I come in, I purchased a minority from SM, and safe to say that Aespa really liked that move.
Running a business is hard, no doubt, but when you have a woman who supports you in everything like this cutie little Jiminie right here. Fatigue will not even exist in your vocabulary.
"How are you babe?" I asked as Karina was sitting on my lap.
"Fine, just came from our practice," Jimin said as she wiggled, making herself comfortable.
"Anything I can do?" I asked and immediately, Jimin faced me with a smirk on her face.
Jimin pushed the lock button on my table and made the window not transparent from the outside.
"Maybe, we can do something spicy," Jimin said while biting her lip, her seductive voice. It's so alluring.
The next thing that I know, one of us is fighting for dominan- You know what, I will stop here.
But Jimin will sometimes be moody and I can't do anything about it. So I promised since the day she gave her trust to me.
I promise that I'll be there for her if she should need me. Jimin, you don't have to change a thing because I love you just the way you are jagiya.
"The world may change my whole life through, but nothing's gonna change my love for you Jimin. I love you"
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the-offside-rule · 4 months
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Max Verstappen (Red Bull Racing) - Fairytale of New York
Prompt: The Fairytale of New York
Warnings: cursing
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Y/n threw a pot into the sink. "What's your problem?" Max asked, typing away on his phone. Y/n chuckled as if he told a pathetic joke. "What's right, do tell me Max." Max set his phone aside. "Well I don't know if you don't tell me." She stopped washing the pot for a second. "You've just been on the phone all day and it's the 25th of December. Couldn't you not text Lando or Daniel and spend spend a little time with me?" Max scoffed and returned to his phone. "You're just being selfish, I haven't seen them since Abu Dhabi-"
"Selfish? I'm selfish? You might not have seen Max and Daniel since Abu Dhabi but I haven't seen you since the week before Jeddah!" Max rolled his eyes. "Just let me finish this conversation and I'll get back to you."
"You shouldn't have to get back to me. You should prioritise the ones you love!" Y/n shouted. Max waved her remarks away. "You always do this-"
"You always start fights! I don't know what else you want from me Max-"
"How about listening? That would be a good start!" Max snarled. She spun around and pointed a wooden spoon at him. "Don't you dare say I don't listen. I listen to every single little detail about your day and whenever I tell you about mine, you go off saying I'm not thinking about you." Max had found he backed up a bit sinnce she followed him with the spoon. "Oh poor, poor Maxy baby, I didn't listen to what he ate for breakfast in the Red Bull hospitality and I just had to know whatf it was, didn't I?" He was shocked, lost for words. They'd fought before, obviously but he'd never heard her speak in such a venemous tone."
"Y/n, let's just talk about this-" Y/n cits him off with a laugh. "Oh now you want to talk?" Max nodded. "Honestly, go fuck yourself." She threw the spoon back into the water ans stormed off to their bedroom, locking the door behind her and lying down.
Max leaned onto the counter. Why was he like this? She was right, he should tell her she was right but he always felt the urge to fight. Eh
He turned and looked towards the tree in the kitchen. It twinkled and glimmered, highlighting the tin self and baubles. She did a good job decorating it. Max didn't even help. He looked at all the lovely decorations, each ever so beautiful. His eyes however, landed on one particular bauble, with the word New York 2017 written on it. He arched an eyebrow. They met in 2017, they'd never been to New York, what on earth was this? He turned it and saw a photo of them on Christmas Eve, going on Christmas Day. Max looked ever so drunk and Y/n, well as usual looked perfect. He smiled at the memory as it came flooding back to him, the very night they met, the first Christmas they had knowing eachother and one of many.
Max stumbled out of the bar with insults being hurled at him in French, English and many other languages, most he couldn't understand. He sarcastically lifted his hand, shaped as though there was an invisible bottle kr glass in it. "Happy Christmas and a Happy New Year to you too mate!" he shouted. Max was drunk, too drunk and his father was back in the Netherlands for the time being, meaning Max was spending this Christmas in particular alone. He walked for a little while until he heard some singing. He looked around, confused as to whether it was the radio or someone on the street and as he finally found the woman, bundled up in warm clothes with a guitar on hand, he found that it was in fact on the street.
Max sat on the curb beside her and looked up at her. She sang so effortlessly. Her hair blew in the wind. She looked phenomenal and his stares didn't go unnoticed by the busker. "What? Are you just going to stare?" the girl asked. Max smiled as he held his chin up with his hand. "I can't help it. You sound like an angel." The girl began blushing furiously and decided to pack up her guitar and head home since it was getting colder by the second. "Wait, where are you going?" Max asked as he watched her pack her stuff up. "Away from you." Max tumbled up and began walking towards her. "I don't want to come across as weird or creepy but your voice is very beautiful." She was taken back by the compliment. "Why would that come across as creepy? It's a nice little compliment." He gave a dopey smile.
"We're in New York! It's the most romantic city in the world!" Y/n arched a brow. "Isn't Paris- We're not even in New York- nevermind. Just-" she gestured forward. "let's go." Max took her hand into his and walked with her down the Monaco coast. She stared at his hand. She didn't exactly expect to catch feelings with this questionable looking boy so quickly but here she was, happily holding hands with him as different Christmas songs played in the back. "Do you like Christmas?" Max asked. She could only shrug her shoulders. "I don't know. It always depends on my mood."
"How do you mean?" he asked. "Well, it depends mainly on-" She was cut off by a gasp. "Listen!" They fell silent, listening to T be meoldy of The Fairytale of New York playing. "Yeah, it's a nice song." She arched a brow. "No, it's my favourite song. Come, come." He ushered her towards him, begining to dance with her. "Why is it your favourite song might I ask?" He shrugged his shoulders. "I think it's because I can actually curse in this song." She giggled. "Of course, I don't know why I wouldn't expect anything less of you." Max continued swaying to the song, twirling her around every so often. "Aw, the song is ending." Max pouted. "Not yet though, we can keep on dancing." The continued on dancing, little by little until the music stopped and a local bar started a countdown to Christmas day. The pair excitedly counted along and then, once the bells rang out, they kissed in the corner outside the bar. "Oh wait, kissing at midnight is for New Year's, isn't it?" Max asked. Y/n laughed loudly, louder than she'd ever laughed before. "You did, but I don't mind doing this again for New Years."
Max walked towards the bedroom and knocked the door. "Y/n? Are you in there?" Max asked. The only respons ehe got was a muffled, "Go away." He opened the door and saw her, laying with red, puffy eyes. She'd obviously been crying. "Aw, Y/n-"
"Don't baby me Max. I'm your girlfriend, not your child." Max arched a brow. They shared a look and burst into laughter. "I'd hope you weren't my child." He rubbed her back. "You know what I mean though. Don't talk to me like that." Max nodded. "Okay. I don't want to fight, not on Christmas." Y/n scoffed. "That's all we ever do nowadays." Max swallowed the lump in his throat. "I'm sorry." Y/n sat up. "You don't know how much I sacrificed to actually date you." Y/n mumbled. "My dad literally kicked me out. He didn't like you one bit but I still decided to be with you." Max sighed. "I know and I'll never forget that." The room fell silent. Neither dared say a word·until Max finally broke the silence. "I love you." He whispered. Y/n felt a smile creep onto her face.
"I love you too." She muttered back. Max rubbed her leg a bit. "If it makes it any better, I finished the dishes." She grinned. "It makes it a little better. At least now we can relax and actually spend some time together." Max leaned forward and kissed her nose. "You know I love you to pieces." She nodded. "And I wouldn't have it any other way."
"Merry Christmas Y/n."
"Merry Christmas Max."
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homeofatlas · 1 month
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French Connection
Authors note: I project so much in these fics I genuinely couldn't look at a picture of Elisa for two weeks when i heard she was with someone. I love to write though so hopefully i'm back. Thank you to everyone who encouraged me to keep writing. No grammar checks.
Summary: You interview Elisa and Gay panic. Hard.
Word Count: 1.2k
Tw: Lots of gay panic and some swearing
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Honestly? You know nothing about soccer. But the journalist who was supposed to be covering this event had come down with a nasty flu and hadn’t been able to come. Being the only journalist in the office without a family you got stuck at a women's soccer game on a cold sunday afternoon. Don't get yourself wrong, you loved to watch athletic women running around but typically if you watched any sports at all it was at home on your comfy couch. Not only did you have to sit through, take notes, and try to decipher what was going on in the game but you had little to no time to research the players you were supposed to interview directly afterwards. You were a culture columnist not a sports commentator for christ's sake! 
Your boss had emailed you last night asking, practically begging, you to go in the other journalists place. You’d accepted but only because you were getting paid overtime. You’d like it on the record that this wasn’t your cup of tea.
After what feels like forever the team you're supposed to be interviewing, psg feminine or something, wins. You say thank you to whoever's listening that the part you know nothing about is over. Making your way to the team and flashing your journalist badge which gets you into the team headquarters you find the coach congratulating the players. You wait for him to finish before introducing yourself and explaining that you're here to interview some of the players. He calls over a couple players named Karaouchi, Geyoro, and De Almeida while you grab your phone to record and a pen to take notes. The women walk over to you while joking around with each other, clearly in a good mood about their win. 
When you look up from grabbing your things out of your bag, your eyes pass over them lingering on the one standing in the middle. You aren’t sure how you didn’t notice her before. Her strong features and full laugh leave you slightly breathless as you look at her. You need to avoid eye contact with her at all costs because you’re already short of breath and the gay panic is making all your thoughts leave so you need to get this done quickly. Composing yourself you take a deep breath and smile at the woman closest to you. 
“Hi I'm Y/n and I'm interviewing you guys today! So we’ll start by saying your names and then I'll ask you a few questions about your match today, sounds good?”
The women all nod and agree. 
You press record on your phone and hold it up to the first woman. 
“Grace Geyoro.”
You move down the line to stand in front of the middle one. Flickering your eyes up to her you can see the gleam of seat on her forehead and her twinkling eyes as she leans in to speak. 
“Elisa De Almeida.”
You swallow and curse yourself for ever thinking you might be able to avoid those eyes. It should be illegal to be this good looking, especially when she’s sweating, you think. These aren’t workable conditions really, your gayness prohibits you from being normal around attractive masc women. Forcing yourself to move on you hold the phone up to the next woman. 
“Sakina Karaouchi.”
“Great, thank you. I’ll ask a question and whichever one of you wants to answer can.”
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Time skip to after the interview
After the interview you let the women leave to go do whatever they do after games while you finish up your notes. Your body feels hot all over from every time you met Elisas eyes. The plan of trying not to look her directly in the eye was immediately scrapped the first time you’d truly looked into them. Her brown eyes had made your stomach swoop yet, you found yourself unable to look away. Her entire presence had trapped you. The entire interview you’d been trying to come up with a way to keep it going and speak with her more. Your limited sports knowledge has never come back to bite you in the ass so much. 
Seaking briefly to the head coach and get a quote or two from him regarding the days match, you pack everything into your purse before making your way through the tunnels and out into the parking lot where most people have cleared out from this afternoon's game. You see the cars of what must be mostly staff and players left. Walking through the parking lot you find yourself thinking of those brown eyes again. You can always find her instagram and reach out in hopes of another interview you tell yourself. You have to see her again, you don’t know if you can fathom living in France knowing there's a woman that beautiful out there and you never tried to make a move. Pulling your keys out of your purse you unlock your car before you hear your name being called from behind you. Slowing your stride you glance behind you to see Elisa crossing the parking lot quickly checking both ways to make sure it’s okay to go. You stop and wait for her to jog closer to you before turning to face her. Her cheeks are red from the wind blowing roughly against your faces. It makes it harder for you to see the sunspots and freckles which lie over her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. You pray you’ll get a chance to one day count how many of them there are littered on her face. 
Chest heaving from how quickly she crossed the parking lot she huffs out your name again. She looks lost almost, her eyes roaming around your face as if looking for something. You don’t think you’ve ever seen someone whose face was so expressive. It’s so incredibly endearing you can feel your body warming again with her proximity despite the cold which is seeping into your coat by the moment. You breathe her name back to her with a small smile. 
She swallows looking around the parking lot. You can see her hand playing with and adjusting the straps on her bag before looking back at you again. 
“I was wondering if you’d let me interview you. Except over dinner or coffee and it’d be mutual and less of an interview and more of a date?” She squeezes her eyes shut and winces. 
A smile overtakes your face. 
“Yeah I’d love to go for dinner or coffee on a mutual interview but more date.” 
“That sounded way better in my head by the way.”
“It always does, doesn’t it.”
You two smile at each other before you remember that’s your cue to give her your number. You could just give her your instagram but she’s like if i woke next to you everyday for the rest of my life i could face something new about you to admire level cute so your number it is. 
After more staring and smiles she walks you to your car before turning around and walking to her own. Sitting in your car for a moment letting your heart beat settle you can’t help but thank god your coworker is fighting for her life with the flu.
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ghostieagere · 4 months
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this is partially inspired by @tinymoon-beam's regressed french rain ficlet (as well as all her other french rain fics !!!) so please go check those out, she's a really incredible writer <3
also just a general disclaimer that french is not my first language, i am very much still learning !!! some of the weird grammar/spelling things are to mirror the way i write the english-speaking regressed ghouls, but if you spot any other mistakes then i welcome gentle corrections <3
cw: regressed rain, regressed aeon, caregiver dewdrop, french rain, language confusion, rain not understanding english, aeon not understanding french, multilingual dew, a few tears of frustration but it's all okay in the end
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“Arrête!” (Stop!) Rain’s raised voice catches Dew’s attention. He looks up from his book to see Aeon giggling as they nudge their finger against Rain’s tower of blocks. The tower wobbles as Aeon nudges it again, threatening to fall.
“Arrête, arrête!” (Stop, stop!) Rain cries again, trying to push Aeon away and save his tower.
Dew puts his book down. “Aeon, bubs?” The little quintessence ghoul looks up at the sound of their name. “I don’t think Rainy likes you messing with his tower, okay? He’s telling you to stop.”
Aeon pouts. “If I don’ un’ers’and him, how ‘m I supposed to know?” Their question prompts the both of them to look over at the little water ghoul, his gaze shifting between them, his brow furrowed in confusion.
“Je compren’ pas, Papa,” (I don't understand, papa) he says, voice small as tears well in his eyes.
Dew stands from the couch and makes his way over to the two little ghouls on the floor. He crouches in front of Rain and holds his hands out near his face, letting Rain lean into his touch on his own time. When he does, Dew smooths his thumbs over Rain’s cheeks, wiping away the single tear that fell in his confusion. “Ça va, mon cœur?” (Are you alright, my heart?)
Rain nods. “Ouais, ça va.” (Yeah, i'm okay) He sniffles as he speaks, but with Dew’s warm hands on his face wicking away the sadness, he seems to be feeling a lot better.
Across the other side of the block tower, Aeon whines. “I don’ un’ers’and, Dada.” Dew has to bite back a smile at how similar Rain and Aeon are, even if neither of them are quite aware of it at the moment.
He walks around to the other side of the tower and sits next to Aeon, holding out his hand for the little quintessence ghoul to take a hold of if they want. “You don’t have to understand, little star,” he reminds them. “You just have to–”
“I jus’ have to be kiiiiiiind,” they finish for him, drawing out the ‘i’ in ‘kind’ as they struggle to pronounce it.
Dew smiles widely. “That’s exactly right, Ae! Such a good memory you’ve got there, bub. Well done.”
Aeon grins back up at Dew, beginning to rock side to side in happiness from the praise as they turn their attention away from Dew and Rain and back to their own pile of blocks in front of them.
Once Dew is sure Aeon is completely absorbed in their play, he turns back to Rain, finding the water ghoul looking completely lost by the lack of French all over again. “Rain, t’as compris?” (Rain, did you understand?)
Rain looks over at Dew and shakes his head. “Non, j’ai pas compris. Desolé…” (No, I didn't understand. Sorry...) He looks back down at the ground, embarrassed.
“Non, non, mon cœur,” (No, no, my heart) Dew consoles him, holding his arms out in an offer for Rain to crawl over to him and be held. “C’est pas grave.” (It's not serious) They both hum happily as Rain settles himself in Dew’s lap, rubbing his cheek against the fire ghoul’s shirt and purring contentedly at the warmth of Dew’s body heat. “J’ai dit à Aeon qu’iel devait être gentil avec tu et ton tour,” (I told Aeon that they needed to be kind with you and your tower) he explains, smiling when he feels Rain smile against him as he understands the words Dew is saying. Dew continues to explain what he said to Aeon about understanding and being kind, and when he asks the same question of Rain, he gets a very enthusiastic “Je dois être gentiiiiiiil” (I need to be kiiiiiiiind) in response, the little water ghoul dragging out the ‘i’ in the exact same way as Aeon did.
“Très bien, Rainy,” (Very good, Rainy) Dew encourages. “C’était parfait!’ (That was perfect!)
Rain giggles softly and claps his hands as well as he can while he’s squished up against Dew’s chest.
“Est-ce que tu veux jouer avec Aeon maintenant? Ou tu veux rester là pour le moment?” (Do you want to play with Aeon now? Or do you want to stay here for the moment?)
Rain hums while he thinks through his choices. Dew can practically guess what the little water ghoul is thinking. If he plays with Aeon, they can make more block towers together and it’ll be tricky to understand each other, but it will still be so much fun. Or if he stays with Dew, he’ll be comfy and cosy with his Papa, but he won’t get to play with his friend. After a long while, Rain buries his face further into Dew’s shirt. “Là,” (Here) he says, voice muffled in the fabric.
“Tu restes là?” (You want to stay here?)
Rain nods.
“D’accord, bon choix, mon petit chou.” (Okay, good choice, my little darling) Dew rubs Rain’s back comfortingly as he speaks, watching Aeon over the little water ghoul’s head. They seem more than happy playing with their block and chatting away to themselves for the moment, but regardless, Dew’s glad Rain’s made the choice to stay with him because it means he’ll be able to interact with Aeon much more easily if they come to ask him something.
“Et– Et– Et après,” (And– And– And after) Rain starts, looking up at Dew with big, hopeful eyes. “Après, p– peut-être que je peux jouer avec Aeon?” (After, m– maybe I can play with Aeon?)
Dew nods down at them enthusiastically and feels his smile widen at the idea of his two little ones playing together without conflict. “Ouais, bien sûr, Rain.” (Yeah, of course, Rain)
The little water ghoul wriggles happily in his lap, letting out a very, very quiet “Youpi!” (Yippee!)
At the quiet celebration, Aeon looks up from their stack of blocks. “Wha’s happening, Dada? Why Rainy so happy?” They ask earnestly.
Dew redirects his attention to Aeon and quickly gives them a recap of the conversation in English. “Rain is going to stay here in my lap for a bit, and afterwards, he thinks he might come and play with you and the blocks again, okay?”
Aeon gasps, mouth wide open and eyes practically shining in excitement when they hear their playmate might be joining them again soon. “Rainy gonna come an’ pray again?”
“Yeah, bubba!” Dew responds, grinning. “Rainy might come and play with you soon!”
“Yippee!” Aeon shouts, giggling and smiling widely. “I like prayin’ wif Rainy.”
Dew watches them play for a few more moments before turning back down to the little water ghoul in his lap. “Tu as entendu ça, Rainy?” (Did you hear that, Rainy?) Dew asks, leaning down to talk directly into Rain’s ear. “Iel aime bien jouer avec toi.” (They really like playing with you)
It takes a while for Rain to reply, which makes Dew think he might be close to falling asleep if he hasn’t already, but eventually, Rain responds very quietly, his sleep-laced words muffled against Dew’s shirt. “J'aime bien jouer avec toi aussi, Aeon…” (I really like playing with you too, Aeon...)
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itzskyethewriter · 4 months
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After Dinner with Sher
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Attention: All stories and eroticas are fiction unless stated otherwise.
Sher and Zack are classmates in secondary school and have just completed their National exams.
Their clique decided to celebrate so they had a weekend dinner at MBS.
There were 2 girls and 2 guys in the clique but Sher stood out that night. She wore a black sleeveless crop top together with a leopard print tight skirt.
“Damn Sher, your looking good, “ Zack commented.
Her outfit outlined her curves very well, it showed off her above-average bust and tight ass.
The dinner was filled with laughter. The whole group took photos to mark the occasion.
It was Zack's turn to take a photo with Sher, they stood by the railings with the city view.
Zack wrapped his hands around her shoulders while Sher placed her hands around his waist. She leaned her head on Zack's shoulder which caught him off guard.
Zack decided to test his luck and slowly moved his hand and rested on Sher's firm ass. Sher looked up at Zack and smiled cheekily. Zack went a bit further and gave Sher’s ass a tight squeeze.
The two pairs bid farewell to each other. As the 2 guys agreed to make sure both girls got home safely. Zack and Sher took the train. The station was quite empty, Zack used this opportunity to get more intimate with Sher. Zack went and hugged Sher from behind and pressed his crotch on her firm ass. His hands roamed and caressed her bust through her top.
“ Zack, you're so naughty, groping me in public, “said Sher.
Soon the train arrived, it was equally as empty as the station. Zack and Sher went and sat beside each other. When the train started moving, Zack caressed Sher’s thighs, While, Sher caressed Zack’s crotch. Touching soon turned into kissing. They were making out on the train, both lusting for each other.
When they reached the stop, they broke off the make-out session and walked to Sher's house, the both of them were already very turned on. Sher led Zack into her room and they immediately started stripping off their clothes.
They started Frenching like mad lovers while both of their hands explored each other bodies.
Zack's manhood was erected because of Sher's stroking. Zack attacked Sher's boobs, licking and nibbling her nipples. His fingers rubbed on her clit. Sher was leaking juices,
Zack sat on Sher's bed and leaned against the bed frame. Sher took the hint and took his cock in her hands. She stroked it slowly before engulfing his cock in her mouth.
Sher began bobbing her head up and down. Her hands played with Zack's balls while giving them a playful massage.
Her saliva started to accumulate in her mouth, it flowed down whenever her suction on his cock loosen.
Zack moaned softly in pleasure, his hands unconsciously grabbing Sher's hair together and forming a ponytail. He started to push her head down every time she went down.
Gagging sounds started to fill the room, and Zack's precum started to leak out.
"Fuck… Sher… I'm cumming…". Upon hearing this, Sher came up and positioned her face in front of his cock. 4 shots of thick white liquid shot out of his dick, and all of it landed on Sher's face, giving her a well-deserved facial.
She scooped up some using her fingers and brought it into her mouth. "You taste so good!", she gave him a slutty wink.
Zack turned Sher and placed her into a missionary position. He started stroking his cock while admiring Sher's stunning body.
“Don't just watch and pleasure yourself, come and fuck me, “ Whined Sher.
Zack didn't immediately start fucking her but instead, he went down and began kissing and licking her pussy.
“you tasted so good too, “ said Zack.
Sher was very aroused at this point. "Ma…Make me…", she spoke out softly.
"What did you say? I can't hear you", Zack speaks out coldly while continuing with his actions.
"I…I want… you in me now! I want to be your cum dump! I want to be your whore!". She gained much-needed confidence to say it.
Without any further teasing, Zack plunged right into Sher. He started pumping her, and the sound of their body slapping each other soon filled the room.
"Urgh! Fuck! You are fucking huge! I feel so full!", Sher moaned out in pleasure.
Her hands gripped Zack's back while Zack leaned forward and hugged her.
They began frenching again, it lasted for about 5 minutes when Sher clenched her pussy muscles tight.
Zack knew that she was close to cumming already, "Is it safe for me to cum inside today?".
"Ye…ye...yes!", Sher was trying to gasp for breath as she was panting heavily.
"Urgh… fuck…", Zack moaned out in her eyes as they both came together. Zack's cock was in Sher's pussy for a good 10 minutes as they felt their cum flow out of Sher's pussy.
"Fuck… you felt so damn good! Let's have another round I want you to be my slut tonight", Zack looked at Sher with dominance.
“ Yes Zack, please fuck me hard, I'm all yours,“ Sher begged and submitted.
Zack pleased with what he heard turned Sher around and put her in doggy position and rammed his cock into her pussy. Sher moaned out loud. Zack grabbed her waist and started pounding her pussy. Zack spanked her ass. Each spank hitting her ass harder
“oh yes yes, I love it, spank me harder Daddy, “ Shed moaned out loud.
Zack kept spanking Sher’s ass till it was red and marked with his handprints. Zack grabbed both of Sher’s hands and pulled them back causing Sher to arch to her. Sher is in a state of total pleasure, enjoying being dominated by Zack. Zack continuously thrust as hard as he could till he couldn't hold it anymore.
“ IM CUMMING! , “ Zack and Sher moaned out loud.
Zack pulled out and watched as his cum oozed out of Sher’s pussy. Zack lay beside Sher. They hugged each other and fell asleep.
This is a collaboration with @hardnr0ugh . Next is Sher. I hope, you guys, you guys enjoy it.
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NEW STUDENT
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part two
plot: hazel joins a new school and maybe makes a new friend
warning: none, like a tiny weeny bit of fluff, this is low-key boring so:3+not proofread because I'm dyslexic and lazy
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school. it's boring and confusing, but lucky for you a new classmate was joining you today. the bell rang, signifying the start of first period, you say down in your assigned seat and noticed the spot next to you was empty, 'huh weird' you thought, thinking nothing of it.
Ms.smith walked into the class with a short haired girl behind her, "good morning class, this our new student hazel callahan, be nice and give her a warm welcome", some people around the class said hi but no one really cared, she ajusted the sting of her backpack before sitting down in the seat next to yours.
you looked at her with a small smile on your face, giving her a little wave, she just glaced at you before turning around to pull out her notebook. the smile on your face quickly turned into a slight frown, you whipped your head around to face the chalkboard.
it felt like 10 hours had passed before the bell ringed, you finally had break. after a quick snack it was time to go out in the freezing cold, 'great, I'm cold and have no friends to hang out with' you mentally noted. suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder interrupting your train of thought.
you turned around and saw, hazel. she looked at you with an awkward smile before speaking, "um, Ms.smith said I could ask you to give me a tour around the school, is that okay with you?" she anxiously scratched the back of her neck, you thought about it for a moment, with a small amount of hesitation you said yes.
you grabbed her hand and led her around the school, showing her the bathrooms, classes cafeteria and even cracking a few jokes here and there making her chuckle, by the end of the tour you felt proud of yourself for maybe making a new friend. the bell ringed, again, and it was officially time for second period, today was gonna be a long day.
lunch was always loud and lonely, you grabbed your plate of suspicious looking food and sat down at an empty table guessing someone with a dog collar would sit down next to you and gush about some anime. surprisingly someone different sat down, hazel sat down.
"hey hazel, how're you liking the school?" you said in a hopefull sounding tone,"it's okay" your conversation attempt was shut down with her dry tone, you continued eating your french fries before noticing hazel was reading. 'reading? at lunch? with this chaos?' you thought.
looking at hazel really scanning her face you realized that she was actually attractive, like really attractive, usually the most attractive person at your school is a teacher who kinda looks like Sarah Paulson, but someone your age who looks attractive who's also gay? here that's crazy. 'wait is she gay? I mean she dresses like a little boy who just discovered urban outfitters' you were 99% sure she was, but...was it better to ask?
"hey hazel?" she quickly lifting her head, her eyes peeking out of her bangs, "are you gay?" hazel slightly choked on her sandwich before taking a big gulp of water. she looked at you with a confused look, "uhm, yeah I am but uh why do you wanna know...?" you thought of a quick reason without trying to sound offensive, "I don't know I guess I wanted to know if I'm the only gay person at this school...?" you awkwardly chuckled.
"oh well you're not I guess..." you noticed a light shade of pink on her cheeks, you opened your mouth to speak but before you could get anything out the bell rang, had it already been a half hour? 'fuck we have Mr.Gs class now' you sighed, "hazel since we have Mr.Gs class now and it's not that important, so wanna sit next to me and maybe chat a bit?" she looked at you for second and quietly agreed.
by the end of the school day you and hazel had actually gotten to know each other pretty well, you walked out of class together, her hand accidentally brushing against yours, making your face hot, "hey uh, could I get your number or Instagram, or whatever you wa-" hazel was cut off from her awkward ranting by your voice.
"yeah I'll give you my number" you exchanged numbers before saying your goodbyes, maybe school isn't so bad after all.
notes: this is my first post I'm so scared please don't be mean I'll pee my pants, also I rushed the ending😛 if you fruity people want a part two tell me😈
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The new trilogy means we finally got official French translations of the fifth and sixth games (the fourth already had one) so I did my thing and played through them, since they're always a lot of fun. Here are some things about French Dual Destinies I thought you might like to know:
Yes, it's set in France as per usual. They are all French people who live in Paris. And yes, that means that in this universe there is a Japanese village themed around yokai within throwing distance of Paris.
Athena lived in America in this version, and therefore peppers her speech with English and Spanish. My favourite unhinged franglais line was "let's get au travail" which I will be using from now on because it's hilarious
Many characters got French pun names again. Simon's name is "Jack Lamenoire" -- Jack, because the French version of Simon Says uses the name Jack/Jacques, and "lame noire" means "black blade". (Also he's not British or anything in this version, he just speaks in somewhat old-timey French.)
He has multiple nicknames for the judge that are all slight variations of "Your Baldness". He doesn't do that "-dono" suffix thing but he does refer to Phoenix in particular as "Maître Wright".
...I don't like pointing out things I didn't like buuuuuut his voice is a huge downgrade. Actually, to be honest, I don't like the new French voices that much in general... idk man they just don't sound very enthusiastic...
Filch's name is "Arsène Loupet", reference to the famous fictional thief Arsène Lupin, which I thought was pretty cool! (Herlock Sholmes was also a reference to that series too btw!)
Athena and Apollo use informal pronouns for each other pretty much from the get-go, but there have been some changes from the previous games: Phoenix now uses the informal "tu" for Apollo (and Athena) whereas in the prev game he didn't, Pearl now uses "tu" for Phoenix as well, and Klavier uses "tu" for Apollo now (but Apollo still calls him the formal "vous" lmao)
SPEAKING OF... SPEAKING OF. The French localisation continues to utterly baffle me when it comes to Klavier (or Konrad as he's called in French). No listen, liSTEN. In the previous game he was specifically stated to be English and did his law exams in England and dropped English words into his speech (and this is still the case in the trilogy version, I checked). But now?? They seem to have gone back on it and in this game he says he's German again, like the in English translation??? But he's still dropping English words into his speech randomly????? Look I already went through the five stages of grief when I found out they'd english-ified him, I made my peace with it, and NOW they change it???????
God and his new French voice sucks too (his old one was actually good)... what have they done to you my poor boy, was making you English not bad enough T_T Oh and he and Athena didn't even get their little language club moment where they both start speaking in the same foreign language?? Like, that just straight-up didn't happen here and I had been waiting for it aauuugh it's cool it's fine it's cool i'm okay i'm--
True to Dual Destinies fashion, there are still typos. In an emotional moment, Apollo took a leave of asbence from the office. Not absence. Asbence.
I can't put my finger on it but Robin's coming out scene felt more... respectful in French? The English translation was done over a decade ago so it feels somewhat dated, maybe that's why... I obviously don't know if she was purposely written to be a trans girl but she very much comes across that way, and it feels like the French translators were aware of that interpretation and took it into account, idk maybe it's just me
THEY GOT RID OF MY FAVOURITE LINE. THE FORESHADOWEY ONE WHERE SIMON TELLS ATHENA THAT THE PERSON SHE WANTS TO SAVE MORE THAN ANYONE ELSE IN THE WORLD DOESN'T DESIRE HER DEFENCE, AND HE'S CLEARLY TALKING ABOUT HIMSELF. THE FRENCH MADE HIM SAY SOMETHING ELSE WAY LESS COOL. I don't wanna be like "FRENCH TURNABOUT ACADEMY IS DEAD TO ME" because most of it was awesome, but man these occasional things made me wanna flip tables
Cosmic Turnabout and Turnabout for Tomorrow were great in French though, so there's that. Clay's French name is "Pierre" which worked surprisingly well because it means stone or rock, and the moon rock was also called that, so like, the phantom had to kill Pierre in order to get the pierre... idk it worked and it was cool
Simon and Athena switch to using informal pronouns for each other very near the end of the game, in the scene where they work together to psychologically mess with the phantom. It's around the time when they start openly calling each other by first name since everyone knows now that they're old friends.
Phoenix and Edgeworth also occasionally refer to each other by first name in this game, which threw me off completely. (Reminder that Edgeworth's French name is "Benjamin Hunter". Just picture Phoenix standing in front of Edgeworth and calling him BENJAMIN. Now you understand how absolutely bizarre it felt.)
Here's the entirety of The Dissin' of Phoenix Wright in French
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gojo x f!reader
summary: your a close friend of gojo that he recently introduced to his fans on stream, you have a thick French accent and can barely speak any good English but his fans love you, here's some interaction between you and gojo that's fans go crazy about.
note: just wrote did not reread sorry if it doesn't make sense make it make sense and enjoy✨️
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𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 1:
gojos fans were quick to fill his chat with comments people often heard or seen him play duolingo learning French he'd often get asked 'why are you learning French?' or 'who's the special girl?' but gojo brushed it off very casually
"who am I learning French for? oh! just a close friend of mine; you want to see her? one day guys.. one day!"
gojo has talked to you before about joining his stream? infact you supported him by watching some of his streams on your free time.
you adjust your rimless glasses to better see gojo as he's talking to you in broken English, so you can better understand him? but its still a little hard to understand eventually he gives up pulling a translator out and translating what he has to say
est-ce que tu veux joindre mon stream?
you nod you head showing you don't mind joining him stream, su-sure you stutter out trying to pronounce the word in a more english way than in a french accent.
he's pretty much jumping in his seat saying 'merci!" in a terrible englishified way you can't help but stiffle a laugh.
when you first joined his stream you couldn't really understand what the chat was saying, but you watches as it passed by so fast. gojo often replied to people's questions while you just sat beside him with a soft smile on your face
"she's pretty! I know she's such a cutie."
shokir:"I love her glasses!."
toji_fuhsji:"yoo gojo can pull??? since when?"
megu:"who'd this?"
gojosecondballsack: "nevermind gojo give me that sexy thing beside him😊✨️"
he reads every comment smiling as he's glad his fans are welcoming you with open arms, he then hears a familiar sound ringing from his computer as he xs out the stream app he sees that the groupchat he's in is blowing up and that yuji started the call📞.
"YOO GOJO WHOS THAT BUEATIFUL WOMAN BESIDE YOU??" yuji screams in his mic making it sound bassboosted.
gojo can hear suguru's light chuckles in the back as he watches more of his close friends join the call while still on stream.
"she's my bestie/roomie! what chu hoes laughin at?" he says questioning them.
sukuna who rarely shows up decided to answer the question
" weve known ya for awhile now why's this the first time I'm s'eenin her?"
"facts she's actually adorable tho" shoko pipes up
"hi y/n bonjour salute!! comment ça va?"
shoko says you're almost shocked that one of gojos friends seem to know french you pipe up to speak back to her your velvety, soft voice responding back.
"ça va bien, tu peux parlé le française?"
you say, but your getting your answer as she doesn't seem to respond back "you speak french?"
you say your accent evident as you attempt to come out your comfort zone speaking english
"ahh she can speak? she sounds great to have just started learning it."
shoko says gojo pulls out the translator translating what shoko said so you could understand what she said, you've always let gojo know how self conscious you were of your accent but hearing that complement made you feel bashful you shake your hands one in front of the other waving them back and forth to show your denying that your English isn't very great.
gojo can't help but feel awe about how bashful you get when someone complements you.
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𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 2 :
while gojo was gaming playing a scary game his fans recommend with suguru and sukuna. despite hie headphones being on and occasionally looking back at the cam to see if it's recording his face he notices movement of his slightly open door.
he watches as the door eventually gets wider showing you who seemingly just woke up from a nap, from your neck and up is cut of from the cam as you come closer to see what game he's playing.
you eventually lean over more to see more of the game he watches as the chat seems to move at nano seconds he's thinking it's moving fast because a monsters there or obviously because you showed up after dipping and not showing up on his streams for a good 2 weeks or so.
he then realizes it's because of how low cut your shirt is and how your pretty muching creating a invisible chair to sit on to get a better view of the computer he notices your cleavage is pretty much on full display and yoi don't seem to notice he feels almost bad that his fans were probably gonna say inappropriate stuff about you he's quick to speak up tho.
"yo yo hold on hold on.."
gojo tells suguru and megumi there characters in the game pausing to look back at him.
gojo was quick to find a spare chair in his room and even got you a shirt to pit over your chest to avoid the possible sexulization coming.
"put this shirt on.." gojo mutters to busy on seeing if he can pull your shirt more up to cover the cleavage but desided to just help your put on his shirt he gently pushes you down to sit on the spare chair he had, pulling the collar of the shirt over your head that popped out. and fixing it taking a good look at you to see if the white shirt he'd Givin you was see thought.
once confirmed he resumed playing.
" okay we back gang, sukuna move your fantasy character he's blocking my way!"
gojo says, minutes later sending a glance to you
making sure your fine.
later it was pretty much trending that he was looking out for you.
sugurughetto: yo jojo siwa your trending on tiwtter.
jojosiwa: I know I'm just that famous youk?😍
suukunatuna: shut your bitch ass up.
shokoloco🥳: I'm surprised usually you wouldn't give a shit bout girls but looks like this ones serious.
jojosiwa: it's not serious! we're just close guys YOU MAD YOU AINT TRENDING HOE.
jojosiwa:guys let's brainstorm streaming ideas😊
tojiskidmarks: I'm tryna see s'this bueaty in person.
chosokamotod4agon: play gta 6
to say he was praised for looking out for you.
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𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 3:
you had a tattoo on your lower back and just right under your boob there small tattoos not to big not the small your lower back one doesn't tend to show but with the low rise flared out leggings you wore where low enough that if you bend over far enough it'd show a bit.
gojo was making a stream about opening gifts from fans and there was alot to open, sine yoi were curious about one small box you desided to open it but it was quite father away from you.
"gojo you pass, can you pass box?" you stretch out trying to make a accurate point to which box you specifically want you learn in further have to lean off your chair to reach, he stands up to pick up the box his lanky long legs taking just one big step to reach it as he turns back around to sit on the chair he notices writing in your back.
"woah what's that's on your back?" he motions. placing his hand on the exact area we saw the tattoo, you show the tattoo on your lower back causing gojo to be shocked as he never thought you'd have a tattoo.
"bro! that's fuckin crazy, yall look at the tattoo!" he says in shock grabing his camera and showing the tattoo much closer " do you have anymore?" he points at your back and trys to make a motion signifying 'more?' because you're intelligent you understood immediately, lifting your shirt to show your other tattoo.
"WOAHH THERE woah don't go flashing the fans now" he cackled knowing dam well you wouldn't even understand what he said.
you lift your shirt up careful to nor flash your boobs you watch as satoru zooms in to the tattoo, touching the tattoo like a curious child touches glass when looking at a toy that interest them. you pull down your shirt after feeling a arm snake around your waist.
"she's mine buddies you ain't stand in a chance." he says arrogantly , he eventually puts the camera back where it was, you open the small box seeing a bueatiful swan necklace with a note inside your soft gasp caught sayorus attention causing him to look over at you.
when he sees the necklace he's also surprised he takes the small note in it reading it aloud.
"this is for y/n! hope she enjoys and I've been a fan for so long gojo! you make my day!" the fan wrote.
gojo digs in his brain to find the right words in french to tell you the necklace is yours.
"pour toi!"
gojo says he can tell your very touched by the gift. as you mutter a thank you with a bright smile.
thank you for the support and critique on my french it will definitely benefit me in the future thank you🙏🙏🙏
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Random Shota Aizawa and Hizashi Yamada headcanons because I can (separate)
(These are my personal headcanons for the characters! If you don't like them, then please keep scrolling!)
I didn't proofread, so I hope it's good lol
Shota Aizawa
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Got diagnosed with autism in his late 20's.
Gay, trans, and asexual.
Half Mexican, half Japanese
Anxiety-ridden and depressed.
Is secretly a silly little guy.
Is the funniest person on the planet and mutters the funniest and perfectly timed shit to Yamada. (Got this one from someone else, don't remember where or their user)
Likes to buy fake bugs and prank Yamada with them. Laughs hysterically when Yamada gets scared.
Without coffee for over a day, this mf becomes a literal zombie.
Became friends with Mirko at their time in the hospital.
Great singer and sometimes sings with Yamada.
Can tap dance like a god, but never does in front of anyone(canon)
Absolutely hates circuses.
May or may not have hissed at a dog for barking at him before.
Literally one of the most protective people ever.
Can see in the dark perfectly.
has a collection of shiny things and organises them by type. (I'm totally not projecting)
Very flexible.
Lets Yamada paint his nails occasionally.
Sometimes when he gets pissed off by Yamada, he yells at him in Spanish.
Hizashi Yamada
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Was diagnosed with adhd at a young age.
Bisexual and nonbinary(He/They)
Half American, half Japanese.
Can speak the following languages fluently: English, Spanish, Mandarin, Italian, Korean, Chinese, and French.
Became friends with Mirko 2-3 years before the war arc.
Sometimes has a whole conversation with Aizawa in Spanish.
Anxiety incarnate.
An alcoholic.
Most definitely gossips with Aizawa on lunch break.
Listens to Mitski and got Aizawa to listen to her songs too.
Can do the splits.
Has the most high-pitched scream ever and Aizawa makes fun of him for it.
If Aizawa sleeps in too long, he'll make a loud airhorn sound and scare him awake.
Has snuck into Aizawa's sleepingbag on more than one occasion.
Once climbed on top of a table and refused to get down because he saw a spider.
Once flipped a table because he lost at Monopoly.
A literal menace to society. No, I will not elaborate.
Sings at the top of his lungs at the most random times.
TERRIFIED of clowns.
Has tied Aizawa up with his own capture weapon and will do it again, no hesitation.
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“What is it now?” Wednesday asks gravely, still standing over her.
“I lied.” Enid answers wetly.
“You’re disabled and pay too much for the college tuition to feel guilt over-”
“I lied to my mom about having a girlfriend.” Enid sniffles.
“...and?” Wednesday tenses for a moment.
“So when I come home for Christmas alone she will restart the ‘Enid isn’t really gay’ agenda.” More tears again so she rubs at her eyes.
“How much did you lie?” Wednesday asks sitting down.
“I- just mentioned last June in a phone call fight that I’m dating a woman to prove a point. Somehow. I don’t know.  I think she got too sick to continue so I didn’t elaborate. And I-” Enid swallows heavily” I might have mentioned going on a date to cut a call short. Or being on a date. Maybe once when you were hearable in the background. Oh god.” She hides her face in hands.
“Only me?”
“Yeah I say it when I’m home, when I’m out I use going to a class excuse-”
Wednesday interrupts her in a contemplative tone “Do you need a perfect partner or a menace to make her regret budding into your dating life?” When Enid looks up at her the goth is looking far into distance, hand loosely over her mouth.
Enid squints at her before shaking her aching head and wincing “I- perfect partner I guess so she would shut up that only being with a man would make me happy. Or something. I don’t want to remember specific-”
“I can do that." 
“What?” Enid mumbles, rubbing her forehead.
“Play a perfect partner.” Wednesday's head turns to stare.
“... what?” Enid repeats faintly, with fingers to her temples.
Wednesday’s voice is casual but her eyes are intense. “I can be an objectively perfect romantic partner. We’re the same age, I’m attractive, more than able bodied, I have a successful career although I would have to reveal my pen name for that but even otherwise I’m independently wealthy anyway, well educated and I know etiquette to mask well enough. I can’t do anything about the inescapable impression of inhumanity but with my perfect manners complaining about that while sounding sane isn’t achievable. Then there’s atheism and Mexican heritage which could be problems according to your family. I doubt I can pass off as religious but if anyone asks I can just start speaking fluent French and talk about my European immigrant mother. Depends on how racist your family is.”
Pressing with fingers onto the head to make it work didn't help. She's been holding her breath too. “Wens- what- wait.”
“You stopped crying. Good.”
“You were joking to make me stop crying?”
“No. My offer is serious. As long as you won’t cry at me about it again.” Wednesday raises an eyebrow momentarily.
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Hi, may I interest you in a pretend relationship Christmas fic a month after? Just don't expect them to actually respect christianity.
Christmas Eve(L) (24096 words) by miliamin Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Wednesday (TV 2022) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair Characters: Wednesday Addams, Enid Sinclair, Enid Sinclair's Brothers, Esther Sinclair (Wednesday), Murray Sinclair Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Christmas Fluff, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Angst, Oblivious Enid Sinclair, Bisexual Enid Sinclair, Autistic Wednesday Addams, Enid Sinclair Has ADHD Summary: Lying for months about having a girlfriend so that her mother will stop her biphobic comments is close to blowing up in Enid’s face as she's about to leave for her Christmas break alone. But her hot, spooky roommate really loathes her tears so a plan to prevent her from admitting to lying is formed.
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agendabymooner · 9 months
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supermodel ! daniel r. x ofc (måneskin member!ofc)
"yeah, she's a master, my compliments."
summary: an episode of the måneskin tour vlog was uploaded and people are not having it. OR lester really tried not to cry as she spoke about her engagement and life with daniel ricciardo. danny only wanted to fulfill her dream without her worrying about the cost.
content warning: brief use of explicit language, fluff, dirty jokes (no smut), lester being me irl (mentions of money and middle class girlies), måneskin members making their appearance, smau/video clips content.
note: writing this to fulfill my imagination that someone would come swooping in and save me from my student loan (a joke, i will be pursuing press relations this year hopefully). i'm going to uni this year. also. we've had way too much unhinged danny and lester. that's why most of the posts i'm uploading are fluff or relating to babysitting toto wolff's kids. enjoy xx
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[first caption: (italian) my fiancé is asking me if we should have a rustic-themed wedding. i told him "mio caro, if we want a good marriage, we can't use our yeehaw persona as a factor of our wedding!" he asked me if i had an input, all i said was "i haven't thought of anything yet."]
[second: person: and your wedding is in december. lester: we've hired a wedding planner, of course. whenever he's on a race or at home and i'm touring we would have a zoom meeting with our coordinator. i'm not being useless, i promise. my planner has been useful so far, and we've already come up with guests, location, entourages. it's challenging but exciting.]
[third: (italian) "your wedding is going to be amazing, from what i can hear" i hope so. danny pushed me into planning it out with him because i've told him about not wanting to impose. everything were so expensive- i still think everything's pricey. he pushed me, asking me what i want for our wedding. he didn't like it when i think about money, because apparently it's stopping me from pursuing my dreams.]
[fourth: (italian) i like to be independent and earn money on my own. but the kind of wedding that i wanted-it wasn't on my budget. when danny said "tell me what you want" all i can think about is him taking control of the matter. his budget, not mine. beggars can't be choosers.]
[fifth: he wants an answer. at first i wanted to joke, but then i remembered vividly watching a tape from the wedding of princess diana. she had this really nice dress. and she got married and she had all of these pictures in a palace. i told him, "if you don't mind, i would like to get married in a castle. be a princess for a day." he looked at me funny for thinking that he would be bothered by anything that i'm saying]
[sixth: i still feel like i'm imposing whenever i get invited to gatherings with/by his friends or family. it's like the same with (my) paddock passes- i know i've earned my place but it still feels like i'm not one of them and never will be. but the thing is: i love danny. he makes me feel like i belong somehow. and i feel like i'd be more than willing to give my body and soul to him as soon as he asks for it.]
[seventh: *sniffles* (italian) i need to stop speaking about him especially if he's not here. he's got some sort of sense when i speak about him and he'd text me (to ask) if i was chatting shit. but he's been amazing. i cannot imagine spewing out the worst things especially to/about him. those two years of being together and my six years of pining on twitter were worth it. i just hope he sees me as his equal not as a burden.]
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f1tillywolff posted !
user1 replied: "he's fiancé" sounds like danny saying "i'm baby!" while sipping on an apple juice lmfao 🤣
user2 replied: i'm sure with learning how to speak french fast, she should be able to learn and speak wombat.
user3 replied to user2: bestie wtf is speaking wombat? 😭
user2 replied to user3: it's when you can't speak joey, you resort to wombat.
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f1tillywolff posted !
user1 replied: why am i even excited for the reception nood art painting 💀 it's nice to know she's still as messy
user2 replied: first pic really said "lester alessandro, h0rny on main, caught in 4k" 😔
f1tillywolff replied to user2: nah that's just lester being lester. it's been the wildest 2 years for us danester dumpster fans.
user3: her attention going from her fiancé to the mechanical bull really shows you where her priorities lie 🤡🤣
loressandro replied to user3: everything reminds me of him 🤠
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willalove75 · 10 months
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Hii, can I request Rebecca X reader. Something similar to the plot where she met the Dutch man and had an amazing day . She met reader is Paris (the most beautiful woman line is so 🥺). they met in a bar or coffee shop and spent a wonderful weekend together ? Rebecca is surprised that reader still wants to see her considering she's younger . She actually felt free and happy ,no stress and not judged . Flirting, fluff , anything. You write her character so well and accurately 😁
I LOVE THIS🥺🥺 And thank you so much!! I'm glad I'm able to do her justice!😄💕
Thank you so much for the request!!💕💕
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Walking through the streets of Paris, you're trying your best to not get lost. You left your hostel almost an hour ago trying to find the café you went to the day before but since you know virtually no French, your search hasn't been going well.
You stumble across a different café, it wasn't the one you were looking for but you're in desperate need of food and caffeine so you cut your losses and walk in.
You walk up to the counter and butcher your order of a tea and croissant, the barista manages to understand you, but you still receive a ton of dirty looks from the staff and other patrons of the café.
You're handed your order and turn to find a place to sit down. In the corner of the shop you see a beautiful blond woman gazing out the window, sipping on her drink. The café isn't super crowded, but you decide to shoot your shot and ask her if you can join her. She's absolutely stunning so it takes you a few seconds to gain up the courage to put one foot in front of the other.
As you're walking over she looks away from the window and your eyes meet, her gorgeous green eyes take your breath away for a moment. It's in that second you realize that there's a good chance she's French and doesn't speak any English and you start to panic, but you can't back out now. You take the last few steps up to her table and she smiles at you.
"Hi, um, is this seat taken?" You shyly ask.
The woman smiles, her eyes sparkling, it would be a miracle if she understands you right now.
"No, not at all."
You exhale a sigh of relief and sit down.
"Oh thank god you speak English. It didn't dawn on me that there was a really good chance you only spoke French until it was too late for me to abandon ship." You say with a laugh as you sit.
The woman softly laughs. "Well today must be your lucky day."
"It certainly seems that way. I'm y/n, sorry for interrupting your breakfast, this might sound super cheesy but I saw you and I was like 'wow she's absolutely beautiful' and I had to at least try and talk to you." You look away as you feel your cheeks getting red.
"You're so sweet, thank you so much. I'm Rebecca." She reaches out her hand and you shake it. "So what brings you to Paris y/n?"
"My friend and I were supposed to come here together but she got covid before we left so she couldn't come."
"Oh no, so you're here all by yourself?" She asks.
"Yup, it's even more unfortunate because she was the one who spoke French and I don't speak an ounce of it, so it's safe to say that most of the people I interact with are not my biggest fans." You say as you look over at the barista who catches your eye and gives you a dirty look. You turn back to Rebecca and you both laugh. "So why are you in Paris?"
"I had some time off from work so I decided to go on a little trip by myself."
"Oh that's cool, I'm guessing you speak French?"
"Oui, je parle couramment le français."
(Yes, I am fluent in French)
"I have no idea what any of that meant but I'm going to take a wild guess and say that's a yes?"
"Yes," she says with a laugh. "It means 'yes, I'm fluent in French.'"
"Oh that's really cool! Where did you learn French?"
"I learned it in school, we started learning young and I picked it up really easily. Do you know any languages?"
"Not really, I took Spanish in middle school and high school but I didn't like it and forgot just about all of it by the time I graduated. I do know sign language though. Well, American sign language that is."
"That's really interesting, how much sign language do you know?"
"I'm pretty much fluent." You begin to sign as you speak. "I can practically have this whole conversation in asl. I took a few classes in high school because my friend convinced me to sign up for it and I fell in love with it. They offered asl classes at my college so I just kept with it. I don't get to use it often, but it's a fun party trick." You say with a laugh.
You watch Rebecca follow your hands as you sign, she looks mesmerized by it, like she's watching a ballet dancer.
"That's really, really fascinating." She says with a smile.
"Yeah, but I do have to be careful when I'm not in the US because signs in asl could mean something completely different in another languages sign language. With my luck I'll sign a song I'm listening to or something and end up accidentally cursing out an old man." You say with a laugh.
Rebecca laughs and you take a sip of your tea as you giggle.
"Where are you from in America?" Rebecca asks.
"I'm from New York." You say with a smile.
"Oh you're from New York City?"
You laugh "No, although it's always really funny to me that everyone assumes you're from NYC when you tell someone who's not from New York that you're from New York. I'm from the suburbs, but the city is only like an hour or so away. Where are you from?"
"I can understand that, I'm from London."
"Oh cool! I'm actually going there on Monday! Where in London? Like near Buckingham Palace?"
Rebecca laughs "No, New York and London are similar in that it seems that people assume when you say you're from there, they automatically think of the city. I live in Richmond, about 45 minutes from Buckingham Palace."
"Ah, I guess New York and London are much more similar than I would have expected."
"Will you be travelling to London by yourself as well?" She asks.
"Yup, we were going to spend five days in Paris and five in London and then head home, although I may extend my stay if I'm really enjoying myself in London, but we'll see."
"Ten days is a long time to be alone." She says.
"Oh it sure is, I was starting to go a little stir crazy which is also one of the reasons I decided to come talk to you. But mostly because you're really beautiful and I knew I was going to kick myself if I didn't at least try to strike up a conversation with you."
You swear you see Rebecca blush a little as she brings her cup to her lips. She looks out the window and back at you.
"This may ridiculous, and please don't feel obligated to say yes, but I was going to take a walk along the Seine, would you like to join me?"
You begin to feel butterflies in your stomach and you immediately try and squash them.
"Yes, absolutely. I would love to."
You finish your drink and your croissant and you both leave the café and head towards the Seine. You make small talk as you walk, Rebecca points out different buildings and structures, talking about their history. You watch her as she talks about what you two walk past, the passion she has in her eyes and the excitement that radiates off of her is precious, even though you barely know each other, you feel a bond already.
"So what have you done so far since you've been here?" She asks.
"Well, I got in really early Wednesday morning so I checked in and just wandered around for most of the day, truthfully I got lost for about three hours and managed to find my way back by some miracle." You both laugh. "And Thursday I went to Versailles and spent the day there and yesterday I walked around the Louvre for the entire day on accident, that place is massive. But I've just been doing touristy things for the most part."
"You haven't been to the Eiffel Tower yet?" She asks.
"Not yet, I mean I've seen it, but I was planning on doing that sometime today, I want to see it sparkle at night. I heard it was beautiful."
"It is very pretty, although I did tell a friend of mine once that the Eiffel Tower was just a lamppost with a publicist."
You laugh out loud "Stop, that's really fucking funny."
The two of you walk around some more, making small talk, laughing, just genuinely enjoying each others company.
After a few hours of walking around you both decide you need a rest. Rebecca says she knows of a good restaurant that's more of a "locals" place where you can get lunch and you two head there.
Rebecca asks for a table for two in what sounds like perfect French, although you genuinely would have no idea if it was perfect or completely butchered, but whatever she said, it sounded great. The waiter brings you to your table and hands you menu's. You both look over the menu's and she translates everything for you. You both decide on what you want to order and the waiter comes back to take your orders. Rebecca orders in perfect French, once again, and you completely butcher the name of the dish you want. The waiter gives you a dirty look and takes the menu's and walks away.
As soon as he's out of ear shot you and Rebecca bust out laughing.
"Holy shit that guy hates me."
"I can't believe he gave you that look!"
"Oh I can, I've been getting that look from everyone since I got here." You say as you laugh.
"Oh no!" Rebecca says as she laughs.
The waiter comes back over with your drinks and you both try your hardest to hold back your laughter, the waiter gives you both that look this time and as soon as he turns his back you both burst out laughing again.
You food comes out and you enjoy your lunch, Rebecca leaves to go to the bathroom when she's finished eating and when she gets back she grabs her bag.
"Ready to go?" She asks you.
"Wait, what about the check?"
"I took care of it."
"Oh my god no you did not!"
The waiter hands Rebecca the receipt and she thanks him in French.
"Dude! You did not have to-"
"I know, but I wanted to treat my new friend to lunch for her first time here in Paris."
"Thank you, but then I'm buying dinner!" You pause for a second and try to save yourself, you don't want her to think she has to be stuck with you all day because you're alone, or make her think you assume she'll go out to dinner with you. "Or something." You quickly add.
Rebecca puts her hand to her chin and thinks for a second.
"Um, nope. I'm buying you dinner also." She says with a smile. "If you would like to have dinner with me as well, that is." She says a little shyly.
"I would love to, but I don't want you to feel like you have to pay for me!" You say as the two of you leave the restaurant.
"I don't, I want to."
"Are you sure? Dinners here can get expensive and I would hate to-"
"Don't worry about that, trust me, it's not a problem." She says with a smile. "So what else were you planning on doing today?"
"I wanted to see the Notre Dame, the Sainte-Chapelle, I'd like to see the arch, your usual first-time in Paris touristy things."
"Well then allow me to be your tour guide."
"Are you sure? I mean don't get me wrong I'd love to keep hanging out with you, but I'd feel so bad if you wasted your whole day chaperoning me around and not get to do whatever you planned on doing today."
"Well actually my plan was to find a pretty girl that was in Paris all alone and give her a tour of the city." She says with a wink and you laugh. "No but truthfully, my plan was to walk around and shop, that's it. I'd much rather do this with you."
"Okay, if you insist. Where to next my lovely tour guide?"
Rebecca spends the rest of the afternoon showing you the city, you see the Norte Dame, the Sainte-Chapelle, and make your way across the city to the arch. You feel like you're spending the day with one of your best friends, not a stranger you just met that morning at a random café you decided to wander in to.
"Do you want to come get a drink with me before dinner?" Rebecca asks.
"Yeah, absolutely." You say with a smile.
"Okay, the bar in the hotel I'm staying at is gorgeous, and I can make reservations at one of my favorite restaurants."
"That sounds perfect. Is there a dress code for the restaurant?"
"Oh good point,"
"I have fancy restaurant clothes in my hostel I can change into."
"You're staying in a hostel?" She asks, surprised.
"Hell yeah, it's actually pretty nice, and it was like dirt cheap."
"Where is it?"
"Close by the Notre Dame!"
"The Notre Dame?! How the hell did you end up all the way by the café this morning?"
"I was looking for a café I went to yesterday but I couldn't find it and got lost, so I just walked into the the first café I found, and it was that one. It's quite serendipitous if you ask me."
Rebecca shakes her head at you and hails a cab and you both get dropped off at your hostel.
"This is it?" She asks.
"Yeah!"
"Okay, it's actually nicer than I thought it was going to be."
"See? I told you!" You tease her. She rolls her eyes at you and you walk inside.
You bring her to your room and she looks horrified when she sees that you're sharing the room with two other people.
"It's not bad, they're a nice German couple."
"You can't stay here."
"What are you talking about?"
"Grab your stuff, stay with me in my hotel, I have a suite with an extra bedroom you're more than welcome to stay in."
"Oh god Rebecca I can't do that I don't want to impose-"
"You aren't and you can, I can't let you stay in this hostel, alone, with two random German people. Come on." She says with a smile as she grabs your bag.
"Are you sure?" You ask as she walks out.
"Yes!" She says, walking down the hall with your luggage.
You check out of the hostel and take a cab to Rebecca's hotel. Your jaw hits the floor when you realize she's staying at the Hôtel Plaza Athénée.
"Rebecca, are you fucking joking?"
"What?"
"The fucking Hôtel Plaza Athénée? This is your hotel? Where you have a suite with two rooms?!"
"Yeah, I stay here in the presidential every time I come to Paris."
You look at her like she's insane. "What the fuck do you do for a living?" You ask as she pulls you into the hotel.
"I run a football club."
"Football? I didn't even think football was popular over here."
"Soccer."
"Oh, right." You laugh. "Ah, gotta love the American ignorance." You joke and the two of you laugh.
You get into her suite and your jaw is on the floor, it's absolutely stunning, it has a full living room, fireplace, two big, gorgeous bedrooms, each with their own master bathroom. Rebecca pulls the curtains open and you see the Eiffel Tower perfectly from the view.
"Holy shit." You say quietly, completely captivated by the view. "This is amazing." You turn and look at her and see her with a smile on her face.
"Isn't it?" She says, gazing out the window.
You both admire the view for a moment and eventually you bring your stuff into your room and get changed. You walk out in a cute cocktail dress, your most comfortable pair of heels, your hair pulled back on one side and a little bit of makeup. You see Rebecca sitting at the little desk on the phone, you assume she's making dinner reservations. She hangs up and looks at you.
"Wow, you look beautiful y/n." She says with a smile.
"Thank you," you say. She stands up and your jaw practically hits the floor. "Jesus Christ," you quietly say. Rebecca is wearing a dark blue dress that hugs every curve on her body perfectly. You figured she had a good shape when you were with her all day, but the jeans, t-shirt and jacket she was wearing hid a lot of it. You never expected her to look like a fucking model.
"What?" She asks a little worried, looking down. "Does this not look good?"
"No, holy shit no, you just look amazing. Like I new you were beautiful, but I didn't know you literally had a perfect hour glass figure, wow." You shake your head to try and snap out of it. "I'm sorry, I'm no better than a man sometimes." You laugh as your cheeks turn pink.
You're worried you offended her, but you look at her and it actually looks like she found it endearing.
"Well thank you, I appreciate the compliment. Ready to go?"
"Yes! Absolutely."
You two head down to the bar and grab a few drinks before dinner. You chat and laugh as you enjoy your drinks. Once you finish, Rebecca pays the bill, against your wishes, and you head to the restaurant.
The restaurant is absolutely stunning, you can tell just by looking at it that it's a 5-star restaurant. You're brought to your seats and given menu's. Just like she did at lunch, Rebecca translates the menu for you and this time you let her order for the both of you in French, you've had enough nasty looks from waiters for one day. Your drinks arrive and you both cheers to new friends.
You're talking about your lives, where you grew up, what your friends are like, just generally getting to know each other.
"How old are you anyway?" She asks.
"I'm 28-"
"Oh my god. I could be your mother." She puts her face in her hands.
"Oh stop it no you can not! How old are you?"
"48." She says quietly.
"Oh shut up there's no way, I don't believe that for a second!"
"I am!"
"You look damn good for your age then, I thought you were like 40, 45 at the very oldest, and like in a 'wow she looks young for 45' way."
"Well thank you." She says as she laughs.
Your food arrives and smells delicious, you both dig in and laugh and chat over dinner. You order more drinks and dessert and when you're finished Rebecca pays the bill and you two head out.
"Okay, now for our last stop of the night." She says, looking at you. "The Eiffel Tower."
She grabs your hand and leads you to it. She buys two tickets and you take the elevator up to the very top. The sun is just setting and you stand by the railing, stunned by the beauty in front of you.
"Woah." You say with wonder in your eyes.
Rebecca stands next to you, both of you taking in the gorgeous view. You both stand there for a few minutes in silence, just enjoying each others company and the gorgeous sunset.
Once the sun sets Rebecca turns to you.
"Come down to one of the lower decks with me."
She grabs your hand and you follow her down a few flights of stairs to a lower level. You stand by the railing and look across the city, a cold breeze passes through causing you to shiver.
"Here," Rebecca says, taking off her scarf and wrapping it around you. "Better?"
"Yes, thank you." Her scarf smells like her, you close your eyes as you inhale the scent, you never though a scent would match a view so well, but for some reason, it just pulls the entire experience all together.
The lights on the tower shut off and you quickly turn around, unsure of what's happening.
"Woah, why did the lights go out?" You ask, looking around to see if anyone else is reacting.
After a few moments they come back on and you realize they're flickering. You look up to the top of the tower where you were earlier and you realize that the tower is sparkling.
Your eyes light up like a child on Christmas day, you stand there in awe as you watch the tower sparkle above you. You look over at Rebecca and see that she's looking at you, looking at the lights. The lights flashing across her face make her eyes glitter, you don't think you've ever seen someone look so beautiful as she does right now. You both look into each others eyes for a moment.
You're not sure how it happened or who made the first move, but in an instant your lips are together. You bring your hands to her face and she holds onto your waist. Her lips are the softest lips you've ever felt in your life, her tongue slides into your mouth and dances around yours. This moment is absolutely perfect and you don't ever want it to end.
What felt like hours later, but in reality was probably only a minute or two, your lips finally part. She gently brushes her lips against yours, you can feel her heart beating quickly as she holds you against her; she can probably feel that yours is racing too.
"Do you want to go back-" she asks quietly.
"Mhm." You mutter as you shake your head yes. Your lips meet once more and after they part you make your way back to the hotel.
You were worried that the moment would pass by the time you got back to the hotel, but the closer you got, the more eager the two of you became.
You get into her suite and you put your bags down, take your jackets off, you remove Rebecca's scarf and she pulls you into her again for another kiss. She kisses you passionately for a minute before leading you into her bedroom.
You both kick off your shoes and Rebecca comes up behind you and places her hands on your hips and kisses your neck. You sigh and lean back into her, tilting your head so she has more access to your neck. Her hands travel up your sides and you feel her move your hair aside and pull down the zipper of your dress. You let it fall to the ground and turn to face her and gesture for her to turn around. You grab the zipper and slide it down, you kiss down her back as the zipper exposes her skin. Her dress falls to the ground and you unclip her bra and you reach behind your back and unclip yours.
She leads you to the bed and pulls you into her, your bodies pressing against each other, your lips interlocked, your fingers tangled in her hair and her hands exploring your body. This might be the most passion you've ever felt in your life.
The night goes by in a blur. You have flashes of memories of you kissing her down her body, the way her skin felt on your lips, you remember the sounds you both made as you panted, the moans that escaped from her lips when you went down on her. How sweet she tasted, what her fingers felt like in your hair as she grabbed hold of you, the way her back arched when you hit that sweet spot deep inside her, how warm and wet she was, the way her skin felt under your fingers as you held onto her hips. The cries she made were the most beautiful sounds you had ever heard as you brought her to her climax and took her over the edge. You remember how her legs gently shook as she came down from her high, that she took a minute just to be able to catch her breath.
You remember the dominance she showed when she flipped you onto your back, how she definitely left marks as her lips traveled down your body. The ticklish sensations when she kissed and nibbled the inside of your thighs, what her tongue felt like when she finally made contact with your dripping center, the way her hair felt between your fingers as you grabbed hold of her. The sounds that you made when her fingers curled deep inside you, the way she felt inside of you, how your hips bucked wildly when she brought you to the edge. You remember seeing stars when you felt her lips wrap around your clit when she pushed you over the edge, the way you cried out her name when she had you ride out your orgasm as long as possible.
You remember her wrapping you in her arms when you were done, how she slowly and passionately kissed you, how your legs felt tangled with hers under the sheets. You remember looking into her gorgeous green eyes, how they reflected the sparkles from the glittering Eiffel Tower out the window. You realized in that moment you've never felt so connected, so bonded, so in love with anyone else in your life. Sure you had just met that morning, but over the course of the day you became closer to her faster than you have with anyone else. You let out a relaxed sigh and closed your eyes when she nuzzled her nose against yours, you felt her chest rise and fall against yours as she drifted off to sleep, you drifting off to sleep with her.
You wake up the next morning convinced that yesterday was just a beautiful dream. As your senses wake up you recognize her scent, you realize that you're still wrapped in each others arms, you try and savor the moment before you open your eyes, anxious that once you do, everything that you both had last night would be gone. You feel her shift in your arms and you open you eyes to meet hers, she has a worry in her eyes that makes your heart hurt a little. You can tell that she's worried about the same thing that you are, you smile and tuck a piece of her golden locks behind her ear, your hand coming to a rest on her cheek, caressing it with your thumb. A smile crosses her face and she brings her lips to yours, you hold onto her as you kiss her with a soft passion. Your lips part and you look into each others eyes for a moment.
"I was so worried I was going to wake up and this was all going to be a dream." You quietly say as you study the details of her face.
"So was I, or that I would wake up to an empty bed, or that I would wake up and you would tell me it was a mistake." She quietly responds as she strokes your hair.
"It certainly was not." You say with a smile as you gently kiss her.
You see a sadness in her eyes when your lips part.
"What's wrong?" You ask, concerned.
"When are you going to London?"
"My flight leaves tomorrow afternoon. Why? When do you go back?"
"Tonight." She says with a sadness in her voice that makes your heart hurt.
"Well, then I'll see you when I get in tomorrow."
"You don't have-"
"No, I want to. I don't want to not ever see you again after you leave tonight."
She looks a little surprised. "Really?"
"Really. I know it's crazy because we've known each other for literally 24 hours, but, I really like you. I haven't felt this close to someone in a long time, I don't want to lose this."
"Even though I'm 20 years your senior?"
"I don't care about that, not even a little bit. It wasn't even something that crossed my mind once."
She pulls you into her and kisses you, a smile left on both of your faces when you part.
"Where were you planning on staying in London?"
"Another hostel." You say with a smile.
"Well, that's not happening. Stay with me." She says as she looks deep into your eyes.
"I would love to."
"I'll have my driver pick you up from the airport and bring you to my house."
"You driver? How much fucking money do you have?!" You say as you laugh.
"A lot." She says with a laugh as she kisses you again.
"Hm, lucky me." You joke between kisses.
Rebecca laughs into the kiss.
You spend the rest of your last day together in Paris in her suite, most of it was spent in bed. You had breakfast and lunch delivered to the room and you both sat in the living room in fluffy robes laughing and cuddling while you ate. You laid in bed together for as long as possible, trying to stretch out every minute before she had to leave to catch her flight. Rebecca extended the room reservation for another night so you could stay. When it finally came time, you helped her pack her things and you got dressed and walked her down to the lobby.
You felt ridiculous for having a lump in your throat as you make your way downstairs, not only will you see her literally tomorrow, you've known her for less than two days. But in those two days you fell completely head over heels in love with her, even though neither of you have said it out loud, you're pretty sure she did too.
The driver puts her bags in the car and she stands in front of you and wraps her arms around you, you wrap your arms around her and you two hold each other for a minute. You look up at her and she meets your gaze, you look into her gorgeous eyes and she leans down and kisses you. When you part you realize her eyes are glassy, yours are too.
"I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?" She asks.
"Yes, absolutely."
"Good." She says as she lets go of you. "I l- I'll see you tomorrow." She catches herself from blurting out the three words you can't wait to be able to say to her.
"I'll see you tomorrow." She turns to get into the car. "Oh shit wait!" You say and she turns back to you.
"What?"
You start laughing and pull out your phone. "I need your number."
Rebecca starts laughing, a few of her tears escape and trickle down her cheeks. "Oh my god." She says grabbing your phone. "I can't believe we didn't do this yet."
She puts her number in your phone and hands it back to you. She kisses you once more and heads to the car.
"I'll see you tomorrow y/n."
"I'll see you tomorrow Rebecca."
She waves as the car pulls away and you watch it until it's out of sight. You look down at your phone and see her phone number and the contact name she put in for herself.
"Rebecca Welton💕"
You send her a text
I can't wait for tomorrow❤
You immediately get a response
Me either💕
You smile down at your phone and hold it close to your chest. You head back into the hotel and your phone starts ringing as you get into the suite. You look down and see that your friend is calling you.
"Hey!"
"YOU'RE ALIVE THANK GOD!"
"Yea, very much alive." You say with a laugh.
"Well I didn't hear from you for over 24 hours and I got worried that you died!"
You open your texts and realize you have 5 missed calls and 20+ text messages from her and a few other people.
"Where the hell were you?!" She asks.
"In heaven."
"Okay, you're gonna have to elaborate."
You tell her about your adventures with Rebecca and give her most of the details, there are definitely some you keep to yourself. You tell her that you're meeting Rebecca in London tomorrow and how excited you were.
"So honestly, it's a good thing you weren't able to come, because if you did, I probably would have never met her." You said.
"Is this the plot of some French rom-com you watched or did you actually just live in a Paris fairytale for the last two days?"
"Fairytale, for sure."
You talk to her for a while and your friend looks her up and freaks out when she reads about who she is.
"No, don't tell me anything, I want her to tell me when she's ready, I don't want to google her to learn about her."
"You're such a sap, but fine. But I will tell you, she's hot, and rich as fuck."
"Oh, I know, she spoiled the shit out of me. Honestly, even if she didn't have all of that money, I'd still be going to see her in London tomorrow."
"Are you in love with her already?"
"I know how fucking crazy this is going to sound, but yeah, I think I am."
You two continue to talk and catch up for the next hour, after you get off of the phone with her you text Rebecca your flight info and you go out to a little restaurant for dinner and walk around for a bit. You get back to the hotel and get ready for bed, impatiently waiting for tomorrow to come.
You phone dings and you roll over in bed and see that you have a text from Rebecca.
12 hours left, I miss you.
You smile and your heart does summersaults, you reply to her.
12 hours too long, I miss you too. I can't wait to see you. Goodnight Rebecca.
You put your phone down and try to fall asleep, excited for tomorrow to come so you can hold Rebecca in your arms again.
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wriothesley arguing in french with someone pissing him off has to be SOOO HOT
Dude imma be real, as someone who has seen her s/o at the time argue with someone in their native language, it is leagues more attractive than seeing some basic ass english argument so 👀 You're so on the money for this HAHAHAHA Like ?!?!? Idk what it is, but there's such a different confidence and cadence that comes out when someone argues in their native language?! And fuck, even if u don't understand all of it at the time (lord knows i didn't haskdnj) it's just so;;; hot to see your person absolutely grilling someone 🥵🥵 Like;; idk what it is, but i just find it so impressive when people can speak multiple languages ? and when you mix how unfairly attractive some people can get when they're mad + seeing their mastery over another language!?!? Fucking goodness. Amazing.
And man, Wrio is already hot period. But when he's pissed enough that he starts speaking straight in his native tongue, his eyes narrowed at someone else and his jaw clenched so tight that you see a muscle fucking jump— dude, that's so fucking hot. And hearing him swear ?!!? You're not sure about anything else he's said, but you've been around Fontaine long enough to know when something's a swear word, and the way he swears with such anger and vitriol directed at the other person... damn. LIke,,,, i don't know how to express it while still sounding sane, but it's just so impressive to see how he code switches to his native tongue so well??! ahjsbdja IDK IDK IDKKK
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