#Google Translate can sometimes be wrong too

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my girl - t.c (part 2)

warning: google translate used french and spanish, sorry if it’s wrong!

part one

yourusername

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yourusername felt like a dream! thanks again for being there for me y’all!

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zayn 🖤

yourusername 🖤

kissmeyn ok but when are you guys gonna release the song??? we’re still waiting 👀

hero_ft you were amazing

yourusername thank you!!

ynmybaby GUYS I WAS THERE AND SHE DID AMAZING!! IT WAS LITERALLY A DREAM COME TRUE SHE WAS SO SWEET!! SHE STAYED A LITTLE LONGER AFTER IT WAS OVER SO SHE CAN MEET HER FANS!!! 🥹🥹💖

ynsbabygirl she’s such an angel 🥺♥️

timmytimmy did Timothèe showed up???? 👀

ynmybaby tbh I was so focused on Y/n I didn’t even look around me from the moment she was on stage lol

timmytimmy i got you girl 😮‍💨

chalamtfan guys I don’t think he was there. I mean someone would see him but there’s no pictures of him so idk 🤷🏼‍♀️

ynfan2 breathtaking ❤️‍🔥

username49 Timmy liked again!

randomuser i wish timmy was there tho

yourusername ok so usually I don’t like talk about this stuff, but as you can see, it’s my account that you’re commenting on and i was having a good time with you guys but everytime i see comment like this i feel like that’s all I’m worthy of and it makes me uncomfortable. So please be more respectful about this stuff. Take care <3

randomuser you’re right i’m sorry. I won’t bring it up again

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enews

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enews Timothèe Chalamet showed up at Coachella watching his ex girlfriend Y/n L/n’s performance. We are wondering what will “sources” say about this.

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timmytimmy I KNEW IT!!

chalamalabingbong OFC HE WAS THERE FOR HIS GIRL

ynfan2 he was so sweet to fan but he was hiding and he never took his eyes off of Y/n 🥺

username49384 well it explains everything right???

callmebyyourpeach i wonder if she knows he was there

ynmybaby E! News is on team Y/n&Timothèe everyone!!!!!

tchalafann i mean they’re not wrong 👀

timmychalamt Guys! I was there and I saw him. He watched her perform and sometimes he sang along with her. He took pictures of her everytime she got close to his side. And I’m not too sure about that but when she started singing “holding on” there was tears in his eyes.

ynmybaby it was their song 🥺

timotea0 this made me cry 🤧

sweettimmy wait really????? 😭

timtim24 I’m actually crying I feel so sad for him. He loses the girl he loves, everyone is making fun of him for something that isn’t even true and now deuxmoi claims that he was dating Taylor and he cheated on her with Kylie.

sweetteaa what?💀

timotheefan15 istg that girl is crazy . Leave him alone!!

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tchalametdaily

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tchalametdaily after all this, they’re still claiming that him and Kylie are officially dating?? Now that’s what I call crazy.

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yourfan8 I’m done 💀

timmyfan04 HE LITERALLY SAID HE WASNT DATING THAT GIRL OH GOD

randomuser93 i love & support them!

timmytim wtf

ynynyn9 they’re not even dating 🤡

timmytimmy leave him alone for god’s sake!

randomuser look, idk the details of this whole situation but didn’t he literally showed up at his ex’s performance? There is a video of him looking at her with tears in his eyes and they’re still talking about that plastic bitch? I wonder how much kris payed them.

ynmybaby Y/n claims that they ended their relationship on good terms but i think there is something else going on. She was asked about timmy this morning and she looked so uncomfortable. I really wonder what’s going on but I don’t want my girl to feel uncomfortable.

username953 what if he really cheated on her?

randomuser no way he would do that to her but i think the rumors are part of the reason they broke up.

randomuser97 “devil works hard, kris works harder.”

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ynlndaily

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ynlndaily Timothée at Y/n’s performance last year vs now :/

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ynsbabygirl does it ever drive you crazy…

ynmybaby just how fast the night changes…

timmytimmy I still remember when he hyped his girl every chance he got and after she finished her song he said “that’s my girl” and the fans went crazy :((

sweettimmy BRING THEM BACK 😭

kissmeyn God pls let Timmy and Y/n get back together

username491 I don’t think they’ll get back together

chalametfann he was so excited for his girl (he was literally jumping the moment she got to the stage😭) and after the performance him and Y/n met with fans and had so much fun together I MISS THAT SO MUCH

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enews

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enews Timothée Chalamet and Y/n L/n spotted together, seemingly arguing about something.

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kissmeyn wait wait

ynmylove I saw the other pics, they were not arguing!

timotheefan8 pls get back together pls plsss

ynmybaby no arguing my babies just hug each other and forget everything

ynsbabygirl I saw the other pictures. She was laughing in one pic. And his hands was on her waist on another 👀

timmytimmy omg is it really happening???

timotheefan15 yesyesyes

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timmyandynupdates

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timmyandynupdates GUYS ITS HAPPENING!!

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ynmybaby damn, they were arguing last week now here we are. I’m so happy tho!!

ynsbabygirl they can’t resist each other anymore

timmytimmy OMGOMGOMG

tchalafann I was waiting for this one!!!

timotheefan15 they look happy 🥺

randomuser isn’t that kylie’s new boy toy?

timotea0 no, that’s Y/n L/n’s boyfriend Timothèe Chalamet.

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yourusername Tu me manques depuis le moment où tu m'as quitté, he said.

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tchalamet Empecé a extrañarte tan pronto como nos despedimos, she said.

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ynsbabygirl SOMEONE TRANSLATE THIS PLS

ynmybaby OK OK!! The caption is “I’ve been missing you since the moment you left me” in French and Timmy’s comment says “I started to miss you as soon as we said goodbye.” in Spanish.

timmytimmy I love when they talk to each other with their first language 🥺

chalametfann SO THEY’RE BACK TOGETHER?? 😭

kissmeyn YESS!! They’ve been spotted kissing yesterday!!! 🥹🥹🥹

timmytim THANK GOD!

tchalamet’s story

@iloveneilperry @miawastakens

[lemonandlime22]

May I request Vil, Azul, Trey, and Jade with a Gn! yuu who’s first language isn’t english, so they struggle speaking and struggle with the assignments.

Vil, Azul, Trey, and Jade with Yuu that has a different native language

Warning(s): cussing, fish mafia doing fish mafia things, not edited

A/N: ty for requesting! i hope you like it!

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Vil Schoenheit

I personally hc that Vil's native language is German so he understands some of your struggles

he went through the same thing when he was first learningWhich I’m sure was when he was very little

But anyway, he’ll sometimes offer tips on how to pronounce things correctly and remember some grammar things that can get tricky.

If you ask he’ll usually help translate assignments or help you understand them,

You’ll probably have small language study sessions with both Vill and Rook

Heck maybe you’ll learn both French and German if you don’t already

Overall, he's a willing tutor if you ask and p good one at that! Also prob the most helpful out of all these guys

But warning, he is ruthless and incredibly strict if you make it a normal tutoring session.

Good luck!!

Azul Ashengrotto

Get ready to be exploited bb <3

he's like a mini Crowley

Any whooo

As soon as he found out you were having trouble he swooped in and offered you a deal

he'll help you with assignments and learning the language

and you help him reach a wider customer base!

Your basically his free employee.

Btw there is like a 50/50 chance that he either is genuinely helping you or using the twisted wonderland version of google translate.

But there is a small chance that he just so happens to have been wanting to learn your native language

In that situation then you’ll just be helping each other

you tutor his abt your native tongue

and he helps you understand assignments and any words your having trouble with.

Overall, not a terrible experience, tho he is taking advantage of you there’s not much of a downside other then you having to translate the whole menu.

Trey Clover

Another one that would be happy to help

except you don't have to make a contract with him for that help.

He will help you the best he can but it's not much

I can see him kinda knowing one other language, but just enough to get basic info across

but that's about it

whether that's the same as your native language or not, he'll do his best to assist you in understanding some assignments.

He tries to make it fun too, like for every correct answer your able to get, he’ll make you your favorite baked good

If you don’t like baked good, then he’ll use his unique magic on it

Trey will also be very curious abt your culture and see if or how different it is from his.

Overall, prob the most pleasant experience, not rly the most helpful but at least he got the spirit.

Jade Leech

Your basically his free entertainment

this mischievous little bitch will intentionally give you the wrong translations of things

and fuck up your grammar with the power of gaslighting.

Buuut if he were to want to genuinely help you,,,

he would take advantage of the situation to tell you all abt

Every. Single. Type of fungi.

For every new dish you try of his is an assignment he’ll help you with.

Overall, good luck! In school and I’m eating those dishes.

You will need it.

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[fellshish]

hi fells! so sometimes im scared to comment on fics bc im pretty new to ao3 so im not too sure about yknow the usual etiquette stuff but i just try to dump all my thoughts into the comment and im scared that yknow it's not Good Enough so im just asking is there anything that people new to ao3 should know about commenting? thanks jdksjdkdkkd

Ohhhh this ask is so sweet!

I think the two most important things to know about commenting culture on ao3 are:

1) authors LOVE getting comments. it motivates them it makes them cry it makes them grateful it makes them write more it makes them check out your own works if you have them it makes their day week year

2) generally speaking, unless the author asks for constructive criticism, the commenting culture on ao3 is: nothing negative. didn’t like it? click away. it’s like someone made a free homecooked meal for you, you wouldn’t spit on it and say you hate it, that would be considered impolite

But when it’s a positive comment there is literally nothing you can do wrong.

Just a keysmash? Feed it to me with a spoon. A bunch of emojis? I regain the will to live. Just an ‘extra kudos’ or ‘rereading kudos’ written out? I love you forever. A comment quoting my words back to me? We are common law married now. A comment detailing what you liked about it? I will kill someone for you.

No but for real. Don’t worry about sounding coherent or being well-spoken or spelling or even language. I’ve seen people comment in spanish on english fics and you know what — the author will put that through google translate and love you in spanish. Y yo a ti.

[presidentlokis-hornyhelmet]

Cockroach!

Pavitr Prabhakar x f!reader

Summary: Reader is scared of roaches and accidentally finds one in the bathroom. Pavitr saves her + fluff <3 [used Google translate for Hindi words, sorry if it's wrong 😅] My boi has so less fics so i decided to do one myself '^_^ A/N: "N/n" means nickname

"Paviiiiiii beta!", Maya auntie calls from the kitchen. "Can you please get the door? I'm busy." 

"I got it, aunite!" 

Pavitr opens the door to none other than his best friend and partner-in-crime, Y/n. 

"Hey, N/n!", he pulls you into an embrace. You smile and return the sentiment, nuzzling his cheek before pulling away. 

You remove your shoes outside and step in, as is custom in India, greeted with a playful pinch to your cheek by Maya auntie herself. You giggle. She was like a mother to you and you loved her as such. 

"My beti, I haven't seen you in a week! How was your vacation?" 

"It wasn't great without you, auntie. We just got home and I came to see you right away!" 

"Suck up, suck up", mutters Pavitr in the background, gaining a playful slap to his head -courtesy of you. 

"Did you do your exams well? I didn't have a chance to ask you before you left." 

"I think I'll get an 'A', thanks to Pavitr's tutoring." 

You watch him perk up out of the corner of your eyes as your praise.

The boy in question puffs out his chest, showing off his biceps from where he's leaning on the kitchen door frame. "Have no fear, Pavitr is here!"

You cup your mouth, laughing at his antics as Maya auntie playfully shakes her head in exasperation. 

"Pavu can be like that sometimes", she chuckles, leaning into your ear in a stage whisper, "He missed you a lot, you know. Never shuts up about you. And, you know, beti, I keep asking him to already tell you but-" 

"AUNTIE!" 

You both blush as Pavitr hushes the old woman. She just winks at you. Of course, she knows. 

The awkwardness is too much and Pavitr takes your hand, leading you into his room. 

"Okay okay, enough talk, ladies. Y/n and I have some work to do -for a project!", he adds quickly when Maya auntie smirks at him. "I.. that-..auntie!" 

She just giggles and ruffles his hair before walking back to the kitchen, leaving you both standing awkwardly next to each other, flustered. 

Pavitr clears his throat. "She.. she was just kidding, I didn't-" 

"It's okay", you say shyly. 

You have feelings for him too but both of you are just too timid and would rather take it to your grave than admit it out loud. 

He falls onto his bed and crosses one leg over the other, resting his head on his elbows as you sit next to him. 

"So, what has my favourite person been upto in the meantime, leaving me all alone in this big, big city?" 

You playfully roll your eyes. Dramatic little shit. 

"You? Alone? Liar, the whole city is your friend." 

He pouts, trying to look offended, but gives in and laughs. 

You discuss about your project and he shows you some beta models of his brilliant ideas. You stare in awe at the young genius before you, playing with his "toys" as he explains them patiently. 

"Hey, can I use your bathroom for a sec?", you ask when he finishes. 

"Sure. Make yourself at home, N/n! I'll go sneak us some snacks", he winks, peeking from outside his door. 

You shake your head, smiling. It's not that Maya auntie would refuse you snacks, but Pavitr convinced you there was a thrill in food-stealing and you couldn't deny it. 

You shut the door, switch on the light and turn to the sink to wash your face when there it is -the thing that you most fear, the monster of your nightmares -a cockroach! 

You scream bloody murder and run out of the bathroom, colliding into a hard wall. You look up realising it's actually Pavitr. 

"You okay, N/n?" 

"R-roach! Roach!", you point at the bathroom door frantically. 

You stay in the corner as he goes in and stomps it dead, washing his hands before he comes to hug you. 

"Deep breaths, deep breaths.. now exhale.. that's it.." 

You cling onto him and follow his orders, grip loosing as your breathing slows down. His hand circle your waist, holding you firm and secure. You rest your head on his chest, calming down at the rhythmic beat of his heart. 

You only belatedly realize it: you're hugging him, your chests touching each other's. 

He seems to realizes it at the same time too, but instead of letting you go -like every other time- his hands tighten around your waist. 

Pavitr catches your eyes with his own mesmerizing brown eyes; yours unable to leave him, entranced by his orbs as he slowly, gently leans in. Without noticing, you lean in too. 

The gentle touch of soft lips spark fireworks in your body, your nerves tingling with the new feeling of his lips on yours. You could get used to this. 

You panick a little it registers what you're doing, but Pavitr chases your lips, pressing against them firmly and you instantly calm down. He cups your face, cradling your neck as he brings your lips closer. It's his way of reassuring that you have nothing to fear. 

"Hope I'm not interrupting anything." 

You guys jump back as if burned when the door suddenly flies open. Maya auntie is standing there with a guiless face and a bright smile. 

"I brought chai for you kids!", she says cheerfully and sets down the cups. "Did you hear that scream earlier? Where did it come from?" 

"It, uh, it was me, auntie", you say, quite embarresed, running a hand through your matted up hair. "There was a cockroach in the bathroom and I got scared." 

"Aww, poor child." 

Pavitr looks away, blush blooming on his cheeks yet not obvious due to his skin tone. He rocks on his heels, running a hand through his hair. You know he too can still feel your lips on his from the way his eyes never leave you. 

Maya auntie's eyes sparkle mischievously as she smiles and goes into the bathroom, finding the toy roach and throwing it into the trash can.

She smirks under her breath and washes her hands, sighing as she mutters in amusement. 

"Oh, the things an old lady gotta do.."

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[steddieas-shegoes]

Request: POLYGLOT STEVE??? WHO SPEAKS FLUENT FRENCH, ITALIAN, KOREAN, POLISH, SPANISH, ENGLISH AND PORTUGUESE??? EDDIE CONSTANTLY BEING FLUSTERED AS HELL HE FINDS IT REALLY HOT THAT STEVE SORAKS SO MANY LANGUAGES AND HE WILL CASUALLY USE THEM IN CONVERSATION????? WITHOUT MEANING TOO???? LIKE HE'LL FORGET A WORD IN ENGLISH & SAY IT ANOTHER LANGUAGE WITHOUT REALIZING????

MY LOVE! OKAY SO LET ME PREFACE BY SAYING I AM A LAZY PIECE OF SHIT WHO DID NOT WANT TO EVEN ATTEMPT GOOGLE TRANSLATE BECAUSE IT IS OFTEN WRONG ANYWAY OKAY. Also, English is my first and only language (damn Americans amirite) and while I did take a year of Spanish and two years of French in high school, my auditory processing is so shit, I can pretty much barely get through an introductory conversation in those languages. But I tried to still make this cute and fun! - Mickala ❤️

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“Gówno!” Steve exclaimed from the kitchen.

“Everything okay?” Robin yelled from the couch.

Eddie looked at her with wide eyes.

“The fuck did he say?” he asked quietly, not wanting Steve to hear him.

“Shit.”

“No, what did he say?” Eddie asked again.

Robin stared at him, annoyed.

“He said, ‘shit’ in Polish.”

“Steve knows Polish?!”

Robin rolled her eyes and got up to physically check on Steve.

Eddie sat and stewed in this new knowledge.

But this was only the first of many surprises.

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“Mama, no.” Steve’s voice came from his bedroom as Eddie made his way up the stairs.

His mom was here?

And then Eddie heard Steve speaking in…Spanish? It was too fast to tell for sure, but it definitely wasn’t English.

He peeked his head through the door, relaxing slightly when he saw Steve was on the phone.

Steve gestured for him to come in while he spoke, so Eddie slipped his shoes off and sat down on the bed, getting comfortable.

But then it sounded like Steve started talking in another different language.

It was close to Spanish, but some of it sounded almost French?

Eddie blinked at him, his free hand gesturing wildly as his voice got louder.

Eventually, he sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. Eddie rubbed his back in a totally friendly, not loving, manner.

“Okay. See you then,” he sounded resigned, tired.

Eddie hated it.

When the phone was back on the hook, Steve sank back against Eddie and sighed again.

“My parents will be here next week for a couple days. They’re organizing the sale of the house, so they are packing what they want to move into a storage unit and having a cleaning company come get the rest to be donated. I have until the end of the month to be gone.”

Eddie looked down at Steve’s hand, how it was playing with the edge of Eddie’s shirt, how tense the rest of his body was even as Eddie played with his hair.

“You speak Spanish?”

That wasn’t really what he meant to say, but the shock hadn’t quite worn off from hearing him speaking in another language. Or two.

“I speak Spanish and Portuguese,” he replied.

“Oh. Well…why?”

Steve sat up and looked down at Eddie with a smirk.

“Because my mom’s family is mostly from Spain and Portugal and if I wanted to talk to my grandparents, that was my only option.”

“Oh. I…had no idea.”

Steve rested his head against his chest again, finally seeming to relax a bit.

“I really only speak it with her now. I took Spanish in high school for the easy A.”

“Makes sense.”

They remained quiet for a few minutes, Steve coming down from the stress of his phone call and impending parental visit.

“So you wanna live with me?” Eddie finally asked, casually.

They weren’t…well. They just weren’t. And that was okay. Eddie told himself that if all he was for Steve was a great friend who could hold him when he needed it, then that was enough.

But they also kind of…were.

It was very confusing and he was constantly balancing between pushing too far and not pushing enough.

“What? Like, in your trailer with you and Wayne?”

Eddie shrugged.

“Wayne wouldn’t mind. Long as you help clean up sometimes and maybe chip in for groceries.”

Wayne also was team Eddie-tell-Steve-you’re-in-love-with-him-before-I-do and would absolutely support this type of thing.

“But you guys only have two bedrooms.”

“You can share with me or like, we can work something out where we section off a part of the living room? I dunno. It’s not perfect, but I know you don’t have quite enough saved up for your own place yet.”

Steve hid his face in Eddie’s shirt for a moment before nodding.

“Yeah. Okay. I’ll share with you for a bit. But probably only for a few months, I swear. I have almost enough to get that house by Robin,” he said.

It was a house for sale in Robin’s neighborhood, and it wasn’t selling because it needed quite a bit of work done to the yard and bathrooms. But Steve knew he could do it, he just needed to make sure he had money for everything first.

He wouldn’t let anyone chip in, either.

“No rush. But, yeah, I’ll talk to Wayne about it tomorrow.”

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Steve moved in the next week after a long argument with his parents, who didn’t seem too thrilled about him becoming “trailer trash.”

Eddie thought about the last words Steve said to his parents before leaving: “I’d rather be trailer trash than your son.”

About how he’d spit them at them, poison from his lips.

About how he’d said it in French.

He probably didn’t think Eddie understood, probably didn’t realize that most of the reason Eddie had been so quiet on the ride to the trailer was because he was turning over Steve’s words in his head.

He still hadn’t quite come to a conclusion more than eight hours later, but he was busy helping Steve unpack the last of his things anyway.

“You seem quiet,” Steve said from where he was putting some of his tapes by Eddie’s boombox.

“Hm?” Eddie looked over at him, smiling to himself when he saw Steve putting Eddie’s tapes on top of his. “Oh. Just thinkin’.”

“Thinking about…?” Steve looked over at him.

“Just what you said earlier.”

Stev’s brows furrowed as he thought about what Eddie meant.

“You mean before we left?” Eddie nodded. “I said it in French though? You understood?”

“I’m not fluent, but I took it for three years in high school. One of the only classes I passed with flying colors.”

“Really?” Steve asked in French. “So I could say something in French right now and you would know what I’m saying?” he continued, still in French.

Eddie understood enough to nod.

“So if I told you that you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and that I wish I could hold your hand right now, you’d say…”

Steve’s blush gave away some of what he was saying, though Eddie had to admit to himself, he hadn’t quite understood some of it.

Steve sounded so natural, was speaking so quickly, Eddie wasn’t sure how to respond.

“Um. I guess I’m not so good at it when someone as natural as you speaks it,” Eddie awkwardly said, turning back to the closet where he was moving some of his things so Steve would have room for his clothes that couldn’t be folded.

He felt Steve’s body heat behind him, knew he would be right there if he turned back around.

Steve said something in Italian (how many languages did he know?) and then something else in a language Eddie didn’t recognize.

He finally turned to see Steve blushing, looking down at the floor of his room.

“What was that one?” he asked, moving in a bit closer, barely leaving any space between them.

“Korean. My dad insisted on all of us learning it when he acquired a business in Korea.”

“So you know…how many languages?”

“Seven counting English, but I’m also learning Russian from Robin. Kind of a way to ‘own the trauma’ or whatever she tells me,” Steve rolled his eyes.

“You know seven languages?” Eddie squeaked.

“Oui,” Steve smirked up at him.

They were so close. He could almost feel Steve’s breath against his lips, closed his eyes and imagined how he would taste.

“Eds,” Steve breathed out.

“Hm?” Eddie felt high, or like there was a severe lack of oxygen in the room, maybe both.

“Can I kiss you? Please?”

Eddie’s eyes popped open, his jaw dropping in shock.

Steve asked again, this time in French.

Eddie groaned and threw his head back.

“You’re killing me.”

“...so that’s a yes?” Steve teased.

“Oui,” Eddie replied.

Steve’s lips were warm against his, surprisingly soft, though demanding.

His whole body was demanding, pushing Eddie backwards until his back hit the wall with a thump. Eddie had never been so glad that Wayne was at work.

His hands found Steve’s waist, squeezed until he was sure he left bruises, only tightening his grip more when Steve moaned against his mouth.

Steve’s body was flush against his now, their shirts rucking up just enough for the skin of their stomachs to rub together, sweat slicking between them.

Eddie couldn’t breathe, but he didn’t really want to, didn’t want to part from the closeness he’d been hoping for for so long.

Steve did pull away though, even if only enough to rest his forehead against Eddie’s.

He whispered something in Spanish, then opened his eyes.

Eddie was hot.

“It’s really fuckin’ hot when you do that,” he admitted.

“Do what?”

“Speak any of the 100 languages that you know.”

“Oh?” Steve kissed the corner of his mouth, then his chin, then his jaw.

He kept whispering things in different languages, right against Eddie’s skin, until he was practically ready to fall to his knees.

“Steeeeeeve. You’re killing me,” Eddie complained.

“I can stop,” Steve said against the curve of his neck and shoulder.

“No, please don’t,” he groaned out.

So, he didn’t.

Steve spent the next hour kissing, and teasing, and whispering things Eddie didn’t understand against his skin.

He didn’t stop until Wayne knocked on the bedroom door to let them know he was home and was cooking burgers on the grill.

Eddie smiled as Steve left the room to help Wayne with dinner as he’d been looking forward to doing.

He thought about how long they weren’t anything but friends who could have been more.

But now they were. Hopefully they always would be.

[hyuckie-angel]

treasure reaction; obscure affections

in which they study and adore the silly little things <3

a/n; i wonder if you can guess who my bias is from this lol

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최현석 • choi hyunsuk

taking videos whilst cooking

cooking with hyunsuk went one of two ways every time. either you made a delicious meal that would be shared in a sweet silence, basking in your adoration for the other; or it was hell.

as soon as you see him pull out his phone you know you're in for it, if you let down your guard for one second too long, he films himself smearing a dollop of chilli paste across your cheeks.

or, he would set up his camera on the bench and press record, capturing every moment of your cooking endeavour, and every conflict that happened along the way. the bickering at the time didn't sound that bad, but every time you watch back the footage you find yourselves screeching at each other to get out of the way, or yelling insults at each other that the members can definitely hear even with their doors shut.

he'd never admit it but those are some of his favourite pieces of media with the both of you in them. he finds himself uncontrollably smiling when he watches them back, and he feels a warmth in his chest as he watches you call him a bitch and then smile so lovingly afterwards. he knows the members wouldn't get it, but it's definitely one of those little things that he loves so much.

박지훈 • park jihoon

teasing the living daylights out of each other

sometimes, the members actually question whether the two of you are really in love, because wow it doesn't come across like it sometimes.

when you both had first met you could tell he was a teasing kind of person, but as time went on it developed from a simple laugh when you'd pronounce something wrong to full on stand up comedy acts based on what you were wearing.

fortunately for you, you knew how to give it right back, and this would often lead to stand off matches with both of you looking each other in the eyes and making fun of anything that would come to mind.

once, jihoon had yelled "are you actually an idiot??!?!" so loudly, that both yoshi and junghwan had come to see if you were alright, only to find you both in fits of laughter so intense you could barely breathe. and that right there is what jihoon loves so dearly about the way you two treat each other.

it's never taken too far, just far enough that the offended look on your face sticks around for a second, before breaking out into a grin as you think of something to say back. the times that he holds closest to his heart are the times you would call him stupid and then cuddle closer to him, juxtaposing your words with your actions. just a small thing, but one that he adores.

金本芳典 • kanemoto yoshinori

language barriers

the thing is with you and yoshi, between you, you speak a few languages.

obviously korean and japanese on his part, and on yours english and whatever else. having so many between you, it was often that you'd stumble across a word block, a barrier where he knew what he was trying to say, but couldn't say it in a language you would understand. or, you would attempt a sentence without being entirely confident on how to say it, and you'd both end up confused and laughing as you tried to figure out what was supposed to be said.

at first this seemed like it may be a hinderance to the relationship, as everyone knows communication is the most important part, however as time went on, it started to become something that spouted amusement and curiosity rather than annoyance. each time it happens both of you laugh as you pull out your cell phones, going straight to google translate.

hilariously, sometimes google translate is wrong, like the time you typed the word "phenomenal" into the search bar, and it had translated to ちんぽ, which literally just means penis. cue yoshi on the floor laughing his ass off for 10 minutes as you sit there utterly confused.

he loves the way the two of you come together whenever the language barrier makes itself known. your senses of humour align and you're able to strengthen your relationship through these experiences, which is something he finds absolutely wonderful.

김준규 • kim junkyu

talking in weird voices

junkyu has a very expressive voice, and he makes it known very often.

whenever he's tired or upset his tone is unbelievably forlorn, and when his happy he starts to sound like a 4 year old. there is no normal junkyu voice.

in your case, you don't have this problem, your tone of voice has always been quite level and expressive in its own degree, but spending so much time around this boy has begun to shift the way you say things.

the first time it happened, you'd stated that you were hungry, in the exact same tone junkyu would use to complain about something, and he'd looked at you like you'd commit murder. then, he'd proceeded to laugh at you whilst your face turned red and you repeated the sentence in your regular tone of voice.

from that moment on, it became a huge running joke in the relationship that you would often mock his overly expressive tone. each time it happens he pretends to be offended, but in reality he thinks its absolutely adorable.

the way you look at him with an over the top facial expression to match whatever it was you said, it fills his heart with a warm cozy feeling. just knowing that you pay that much attention to the little things about him to know how to do an impression of him so perfectly is just a little thing about you that he loves.

윤재혁 • yoon jaehyuk

saying no but then doing it anyway

if there was one thing about yours and jaehyuks relationship, it was that you'd do anything for one another.

this fact became obvious very quickly after you'd gotten to know each other, but it didn't change the fact that you also both loved to muck around very frequently as well.

the first time you'd done this to jaehyuk, the poor boy had thought you were being serious and had gone "oh" in an upset tone, before realising you were holding his phone in front of his face already, which is exactly what he'd asked you to do. you had laughed at him, grabbing his cheeks and jokingly asking whether he really thought you would be that horrible.

from that day forth it became a common occurrence, one of you would ask the other to do something and they would say no, before going and doing exactly what had been said.

to others it may come across as passive aggressive, or as doyoung had put it "a bit weird", but to jaehyuk it was something that was only yours, and he absolutely loved the idea of having something with one another that nobody else was a part of.

浜田朝光 • hamada asahi

2am trying not to laugh

asahi is a quiet guy, this is a fact you knew from day one.

the start of your relationship had been full of silences and uncertainty as the two of you got comfortable, but as soon as you did you began to see the side of asahi that bursts out into random dance and makes stupid faces to make people laugh a whole lot more often.

the way his brain works would always be a mystery to you, but that didn't mean that you didn't have a good sense of humour to go alongside his.

one of your favourite things in the world were nights spent lying in bed with asahi talking about whatever comes to mind, before the conversation inevitably turns into a laugh fest. he said something in a weird tone, you reciprocated, he poked himself in the eye, you nearly fell out of the bed and yelled really loudly. each time something happened, the laughter would grow and grow until you were both clutching your stomachs with tears flowing down the side of your faces.

the issue was that if you were at asahi's dorm, the other guys would really not appreciate being kept awake by a couple of idiots laughing at a weird shape on the wall, so you would both have to strain so hard to keep the noise down, only causing further laughter as you looked silly pinching your noses tightly.

asahi's world felt complete whenever he was lying there with you watching you crack up over something mundane. it felt small and precious and warm and he just loved being by your side.

김도영 • kim doyoung

wardrobe malfunctions

doyoung is a bit of a fashionista in his own unique way.

one of your favourite things to do with one another was to pick out outfits and try them on, going outside in them afterwards being entirely based on how socially acceptable the looks turned out.

more often than not, however, doyoung would dress you so badly it would have him on the floor in tears laughing whilst you stand with no expression, exasperated by how terrible the outfit is. one of his personal favourite memories was the time he forced you to wear a pair of pants that were way too big for even him without a belt, and you'd walked back into the room with them down by your ankles because they wouldn't stay up. the image of you standing there looking so fed up with him in your underwear still makes him giggle whenever he thinks about it.

you weren't entirely innocent in this though. you always told him that if he makes you wear an outfit, you get to make him wear one too, cue doyoung walking into the room in a mini skirt and crop top that doesn't fit him, looking just as exasperated as you.

these fashion adventures are something doyoung treasures, despite both of you acting like its the worlds biggest inconvenience, you both love how hilarious it can get. he thinks you look adorable in his clothes.

渡辺春虎 • watanabe haruto

poking one another till someone cracks

haruto is the love of your life, the apple of your eye, but sometimes it feels like he is being the most annoying person on earth on purpose.

it started off as a joke, you'd been studying and he'd been bored, so he sat just close enough to you so that he could poke your leg in uneven intervals. at first you hadn't even acknowledged what he'd been doing, but as the minutes passed and he didn't stop, you asked if he was alright. he looked at you with a bemused expression and asked why, and you realised he was pretending not to know.

from that day forth it was war, anytime either of you was doing something that required your full concentration, the other would be there sitting just close enough to painstakingly poke them until they grab the others hands and beg them to stop.

once, hyunsuk had watched haruto do this to you whilst you were on a phone call with your boss. each time he poked you, you looked at him more and more annoyed, until you finally cracked and muted the phone, pushing him away from you and laughing whilst asking him to politely fuck off.

although it was just a mundane thing, this is one of haruto's favourite parts of your relationship. the way it let him be close to you whilst also being an amusing act just made it the most fun thing he could be doing with his time.

박정우 • park jeongwoo

voice breaks

park jeongwoo's voice is like a sprinkle of rain on a sunshiny day.

you could listen to him sing, and even just talk for hours, maybe even forever. but the thing is with talking, sometimes your voice decides to give up on you.

the first time jeongwoo was singing and his voice broke he had turned a brilliant shade of red, as you laughed and imitated the noise. now, anytime either of your voices crack even slightly, the other is there to point it out and make a huge deal out of it for 10 minutes to be as annoying as possible.

once, you had been talking to jihoon, jeongwoo literally not even in the room with you, and your voice had broken. jihoon raised an eyebrow but said nothing as to not embarrass you, but from his bedroom you heard jeongwoo scream a repetition of what you'd said so loudly that it sounded like he was right in front of you. you and jihoon cracked up as you went to his room to scold him, only to find him lying on the floor laughing at his own joke.

it was only a little thing, but jeongwoo loved how it was a routine, every time a voice crack occurred, so did teasing. although it may be interpreted unconventionally by others, to jeongwoo it was just a weird little thing he adored.

소정환 • so junghwan

eating too much too fast

you and junghwan had bonded over your shared love of good food.

you both loved trying new foods, and just indulging in ones you knew and loved. but sometimes this could be an issue, as you tried to eat a bit more than your mouths could handle.

it's a common occurrence for the two of you to be eating and one of you looks up, only to find the other with an absolutely stuffed mouth. many-a-photo has been taken of you with your cheeks protruding like a squirrel collecting nuts for the winter, and many have been taken of junghwan trying to cover the lens with lettuce poking out from between his lips.

each time it happens you both end up laughing so much you can't keep eating for a few minutes, which is why its become something that junhwan adores so much in the relationship.

to have a camera roll full of each other looking so dumb is hilarious to him, he even made one of the pictures his lock screen until junkyu saw it and told him he needed to change it, albeit laughing whilst he spoke.

you both just love having a good laugh and enjoying each others company, whilst also enjoying some amazing food.

[hoony2k]

ONE AND ONLY

Synopsis: enha and their Indonesian soulmate.

PAIRING: OT7

GENRE: fluff, established relationship

WARNINGS: none, maybe inaccurate translations?

WORD COUNT: 700+

NOTE: if something is incorrect then I sorrie didn't mean it. Tbh I had to research before writing and though I'm not exactly satisfied, I hope it's what you wanted. I divided the paragraghs because they looked chunky...though I'm not sure if it's better it looks odd to me hmm.

requested masterlist

★ HEESEUNG

he would be no stranger to the cultural differences in your relationship but rather than focusing on those, he'd divert his attention to the mutual aspects- even if they were small. "Wow, you like rice? I like rice too, that's so crazy". Focusing on the similarities would help make him feel close to you. This is ultimately how Heeseung moulds himself to compliment you and learn your thinking pattern. He's able to know more about you, able to predict your reactions and instincts and he believes it brings you two closer as he understands you.

★ JAY

overused but undeniably the truth because Jay's love language is acts of service! Have you seen how peaceful that man looks when he cooks? The joy that graces his face when he watches people eat his cooking? The only difference is that this time, Jay would be cooking dishes for your cuisine.

He'd casually ask you about a favourite dish and try to perfect it behind your back, cooking it repetitively and using enha as taste testers. They might not know how it's supposed to taste but can give him a basic overview. Don't be surprised when you come home and can smell your childhood memories because he's prepared food and set the table for dinner.

★ JAKE

as much as he loves to be introduced to your favourite meals, he's a picky eater, very sceptical when he sees something unfamiliar on the plate. But he would be more open to trying out sweet treats or your cooking because that can never go wrong. Like Sunghoon, he doesn't make your interracial aspect the personality of your relationship. He does use random Indonesian words he googled in conversations. "Have you eaten yet?" The rare times he ignores his gramma laws just to see your shocked face. Sometimes even memorises long phrases to impress you and is so willing to learn the language so he can impress your parents as well.

★ SUNGHOON

He's a paradox of being unaffected by your identity and associating everything Indonesian with you. Most of the time he's very nonchalant about it because why would the topic of ethnicity even be brought up in a conversation? But then, as your relationship progresses, Sunghoon notices small things that differentiate the two of you. Rather than being discouraged, he chooses to see it as an opportunity to be closer to you, to become your second home.

When random Indonesian words slip out, he'll remember them and later try to mimic them with wobbly hesitant pronunciation which makes you giggle at his efforts. The guy who would learn the language so its easier for you to communicate but at an emotional level…he feels speaking the same tongue would bring more understanding in the relationship.

★ SUNOO

He loves to watch Indonesian dramas and movies with you. It gets so serious for him because if you're busy, he'll watch them alone and give you uncalled-for spoilers, and you're like, "Were we going to finish it together??" And hes like, "Not my fault. Joe called me," and you're like, "Why are you on a first-name basis with him?" No response. He'll indulge in Indonesian news so much that each time he's on his phone, you know he's reading the latest scoop. Loves giving you updates and easily finishes your watch list before you because he's excited to discover more.

★ JUNGWON

He's always googling facts about Indonesia. But not because he's curious at a macro level, no he becomes obsessed with learning about the tiny details and customs that exist in cities you haven't even travelled to. It turns into a fun hobby for him.

And he loves to bring them up in normal conversations- usually because he thinks you'd be aware of them, so while you do the general topography of your country, Jungwon digs deeper. He asks you if you've ever been to Nias Island and you're like "No I haven't". And when Jungwon smiles at you, you expect him to say something romantic like 'lets's visit it together someday" and not the history of the island along with its location in the chain of islands.

★ NIKI 

He'll google normal conversation phrases and memorise them so he can write them in your diary for you to discover later. Sometimes, when he's confident, he'll go, "Did you makan?" And you smile, "Tidak saya tidak punya," and he just stands there with an awkward, polite smile because he has no clue what you replied with. His efforts are thoughtful and sweet, either way. He wears a silver necklace of your initials because he can, and he begs you to bring back souvenirs when you take a trip back home. He will not go with you until he's 100% confident in the language. Also loves watching vlogs and messages you food recipes so he can make them with you.

Thank you for reading!

Please do not translate/copy/edit.

[theroundbartable]

(sending hugs)

what are your thoughts about aithusa? personally i love her way to much, but she rarely comes up in fandom discourse

HEY :D Thoughts about AIthusa, huh? I have many of those. Thoughts, I mean. In my brain. They like to swim around and create a whole mess of things sometimes.

I think the reason why Aithusa doesn't come up in fandom discourse often is because there isn't very much to say. Aithusa was born, then color coded as a sign for the golden future of Camelot and was then abandoned by Merlin. Tortured by a crazy guy. Then raised by Morgana and used to create the sword that later killed Arthur. Whenever they come up in fandom discouse, it's mostly about Merlin doing his job as Dragon Lord right or wrong. But you wanted my thoughts, so I'm gonna allow my head to spin weird shit around the ungendered Dragon. (That is why I will use they/them pronouns for Aithusa.) When it comes to Aithusa's name, not the canon translation, I mean what it literally means, it's hard to find, since they used old English for the language of magic, and I think Greek for the language of the Dragon Lords (which doesn't necessarily have to apply to the Dragon names) and I haven't seen anyone make a post about it. All I get from Google translate is "Hey you" in Gaelic and that's a bit useless. Or well, this:

The automatic language recognition in Google would let me interpret Aithusa as a gift to the world. Or Arthur, depending on your shipping interests. Or, you know, if I could make up the Old English maybe pseudo-parts of the word (the writers were very lazy in BBC Merlin, they are literally quoting Beowulf when Merlin magics the blue ball in the poisoned chalice.). Something fitting I found in my old English dictionary is agan, meaning to possess, and to own, and thus (spelled with a thorn which my keyboard doesn't have) meaning as follows. So, in my absolutely amateurish and interpretational, and way too far reaching ways, I would say Aithusa could mean: A(gan) thus (a): To own the future.

(Again, you asked for my thoughts, this is not canon and probably pointless, I just needed to go down this route first.)

In the fandom wiki, we find THESE informations on Aithusa.

So, things we do know are very few

Aithusa is a baby

Aithusa was tortured and is therefore crippled

Aithusa cannot talk

Aithusa probably has Stockholm Syndrom because of Morgana

But you know, I think it's very interesting to know that Aithusa is the Light of the Sun, the literal sign for a Golden Future and that very sign can be hurt by a mere human. Not only does this mean that humans can kill Dragons (the Dragon lore doesn't make any sense, I swear to god) but it's also meant to be symbolism. Merlin, just like Arthur, is shown to be his own doom through Aithusa. They are hidden, tortured, kept from living their truth, abandoned by everyone who should be leading and protecting them.

With Aithusa being born it means that at that point, Merlin had already fulfilled his destiny. At this point in time, the golden age is already there and it should have been a sign for Merlin to speak up about his magic. He never did, that's why Aithusa remains mute. And just like magic itself, when harmed or in danger, Aithusa can easily be used for evil.

Apart from the symbolism and their part in Arthur's death, Aithusa doesn't contribute much to the story, I think. Yes, they console Morgana and they are like the continuation of the Dragon lineage, but that's ultimately pointless. Aithusa will be, inevitably, be the last Dragon. Which is honestly really cruel, but again, parallel to Merlin himself. That's where Aithusa's arc ends, unfortuntaley. Personally, knowing all that, I find Aithusa hard to use as the character they are in canon. With what little defines their character, you have to ultimately change everything about them to use them in fun fics and comics and stuff. That's why they end up as a little dog creature so often.

Don't get me wrong, I love Aithusa. But I love FANON Aithusa, just like I prefer fanon Sir Leon over canon Sir Leon. Because fanon Aithusa is like a domesticated chicken that Merlin keeps in his rooms or fights custody over with Morgana while Arthur is either oblivious, supportive, or being gaslit. But maybe I am overlooking a lot of things. So, if any of you like to disagree or add anything to my points, feel free to engage ^^

[melissa-kenobi]

Moon Knight Headcanons

Quirks/Traits

A/N: hollaaaa again, ah so due to high demand, I just smushed all the requests into one and tadaa here ya go! Also I'm super sorry, my jake ones always turn out smutty :'( #sorrynotsorry

Translations - (I used Google Translate, I'm so sorry if its wrong!)

"¡Mentirosa! ¡Mi amor, se suponía que debías hacerlo!" - Liar, my love you were supposed to do it!

"Vamos cariño, sabes que se verá bien. Imagina mi cara en tu dulce-" - Come on sweetheart, you know it will look good. Imagine my face on your sweet-

"Sabes que se sentirá bien. ¿Por favor bebé? Te daré lo que quieras." - You know it will feel good. Please baby? I'll give you whatever you want.

"Si mami, te voy a hacer desear nunca haber dicho eso." - Yes mami, I'm going to make you wish you never said that.

Steven Grant

Steven definitely has a few. Some you adored on him, but some were a slight pain in the arse for you.

Firstly he had such high levels of enthusiasm for anything, and I mean anything. Like you could be telling him that your flowers grew and then one of them died cause you drowned it by accident and Steven would be like "Wow! No way! But I mean at least the others survived so you can look after them too. And of course love, before you even ask, I'm happy to help you!"

Then he'd plunge himself into the story of Gus and how Marc had killed him and bought Gus 2.0 to replace him.

You've noticed Steven has a habit of playing with his sleeve, it's adorable you think. At first you thought it was something he did when he was feeling self conscious about his appearance- to which you undoubtedly reassured him that he looked handsome and stunning causing the poor man to blush and stammer out a soft 'thank you love'.

But after being with with for a few months, you realised it wasn't, it was just a cute habit he had. Like he'd be sitting there, on the couch reading his book with one hand, the other will be fiddling with his sleeves. Or when the two of you are waiting on lunch at the cafe and he'd be holding your hands but his fingers would be fiddling with his jumper.

Another thing you’ve noticed with Steven is his ability to nickname literally everything. If you're out on a date with him, the two if you like to take a stroll along the River Thames and Steven would just be watching the people, giving them all sorts of nicknames. Like this man has no filter, he just blurts out what he sees and sometimes you'll have to hold your laugh in and tug him away before they catch you.

He snores. Like deeply and loudly. Steven would deny it all he wants but when you're staying over, you have to bring your ear muffs because that man snores like hell.

"I do not snore love!"

"Steven honey-

Steven would cut you right off. His hands crossed against his body in defiance, his cute face turned into a frown. "Nope."

"Okay then. Do me a favour and tell me who this is?" *cue obnoxiously loud snoring sounds and occasionally a few grunts.*

Steven's face would contort in disbelief, his eyes already recognising who was in the bed next to you. His arm wrapped around your body as he watched himself snore like shit. "That's Marc. I refuse to accept it."

Marc Spector

Now with Marc, you've noticed that he tends to hint at things he wants rather than outwardly state them. Unlike Jake who will straight up tell you what he needs/wants. Steven's a little shy but he gets it out eventually but Marc, no, he just hints it randomly.

Like if he's hungry for cookies let's say, he'll be talking about the cookie monster, or this thing that reminded him of cookies. Or if he wants some cuddles with you, he'll just stare at you before rubbing his arms together, hoping that you'll notice and give him what he wants.

"Babe?"

"Yeah honey?" He'd look over to you in the kitchen, making some of Jake's coffee before you'd walk over to him.

"You know you can ask me for snuggles right? I adore them with you!"

Marc would blush like a fucking teenager before pulling you to cuddle between his legs on the couch. He'd bury his blushing face into the crook of your neck before he'd whisper. "I know baby. Thank you."

Marc snorts when he laughs. Like really snorts. You know them ones where they don't even realise they're doing it till you give them the look? Yeah that's Marc.

Sometimes the boys will throw a joke around in headspace and then you'll have Marc laughing while he unintentionally throws in a snort. Now you and the boys know about his habit and have tried to help him with it but you genuinely cannot. So anytime Marc laughs, you can't help but join in.

Marc is a total neat freak. Naturally you're a messy person, but you think you've gotten better at it but Marc completely disagrees. It's the clothes strung around his flat, the mugs of tea/coffee left in the sink. Don't even get him started on your own home.

Like he cannot stand your messiness, and he'll happily call you out on it. "Babe, I love you, but you're a complete slob."

"Am not."

"Are too! Have you seen the kitchen?" It would be Marc teasing you relentlessly for the next half hour.

"Jake was supposed to do it!"

"¡Mentirosa! ¡Mi amor, se suponía que debías hacerlo!"

Jake Lockley*

Dios mío, Jake is charismatic as fuck and practically convince anyone to whatever he want. Including you. Which is something you absolutely hate, but secretly love because it's Jake, duhhh.. Although at the same time, he can be so goddamn unpredictable. Like one minute he'll be cuddling with you, watching those telenovas he loves before he gets up randomly and tugs you with him.

"Mi amor, let's go..."

"Go where Jakey? I was so comfy." You move into the warmth he left behind, cuddling the pillow he was sat next to. Jake would have that smirk on his face, the one that told you he was up to something and there was no way you were going to get him to back down from it.

"I wanna fuck you in my car cariño..."

Jake likes to cook for you. He absolutely loves watching you eat his food, the way your face lights up and the way his heart swells up inside. The noises you make when you take that first bite, fuck- it does something to Jake that he can't explain but he want more of it. So whenever he has time, he's always in the kitchen cooking for the two of you.

Now this one was one you fucking loved. Jake always spoke in Spanish to you, and boy did it make your heart race. among other places 😏.

He never does it with Marc and Steven, unless he's angry then he'll let the occasional word slip here and there but with you, it's like 24/7. Now you're a potato, and you barely know Spanish (sorry for those that do). When you first met him, he had a half English, half Spanish thing going on so you could understand him and fuck was it hot. Now Jake just speaks in fluent Spanish with you, and do not ask how, but you somehow can understand.

The mustache. Need I say more? He's been pleading with the boys and you to let them grow one out. Jake is honestly all for it, Marc is a definite no- he doesn't want to walk around looking like a pedo. Steven's on the bench about this so that leaves the vote up to you.

"Vamos cariño, sabes que se verá bien. Imagina mi cara en tu dulce-

"Jake!"

That goddamn smile returned once more on his face, that annoyoing one where he knew he was going to get what he wanted and you couldn't stop him. He inched closer, lips teasing your neck, so you could imagine the feel of it agaisnt you. "Sabes que se sentirá bien. ¿Por favor bebé? Te daré lo que quieras."

"Okay okay! Fine. One week. If we don't like it, you're getting rid of it, ¿comprendido?" Jake would smile in glee, giving the finger to Marc before wrapping his arms around your waist, throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you to the bedroom.

"Si mami, te voy a hacer desear nunca haber dicho eso."

Bonus

Khonshu being an annoying shit and turning up whenever he wants. Like at really bad times.

Khonshu is extremely judgemental, like really badly. Ironic really considering what he preaches.

He is so fucking impatient, he acts like a 5 year old sometimes and he's such a pain in yours and the boys arse.

An awful liar.

[amoristt]

Alive | König/Reader

anon: hello i see u do requests for mw2 now! can i request konig being sent on a hostage rescue mission, and when he gets there he finds of them is his partner (reader), who went MIA months ago and was presumed dead?

a/n: i hope you like it! sorry if the german is wrong i had to use google translate gffjhdgjfh

reblogs + tags and replies will make my entire day as i put a lot of effort into this :)! it also helps motivate me!

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Besides the frequent chatter of voices emerging from the radio on his tactical belt, there is a cold silence that blankets the halls König travels down. Years spent training in the force had taught him well to be light on his feet despite his size, eyes focused on every micromovement in front of him. A rat scurries from a pile of crates on the floor and into a vent. Flies gather at the swinging lamps overhead. It feels like the hallways are endless. 

“König, position?” A voice rings from the device. He offers a short response. 

“West wing.”

“Anything yet?”

“Nein.”

Faintly, voices echoed down corridors. He’d entered the base like a ghost in the night, and mowed down every enemy that stood in his way. This was his specialty, after all, and this wasn’t his first rodeo in gutting out the base of human traffickers. However, this was the first time in a long time. The last time he’d been sent to a hostage rescue, there were… issues. He remembered it almost all too clearly. The worst night of his life thus far.

You’d gone in first despite his protests, and that was it. He had been too far away, minutes behind you. Moments later the building was up in flames, with your poor soul trapped inside. König hadn’t known peace since that moment, an ocean of turmoil overtaking him. The sight of glowing embers raining down over him as he stood, helpless, on the sidelines.

You’d been presumed dead the moment the monumental flames could have practically knocked at heaven's door.

Even despite his rank, his team had to damn near peel him away from the scene. Never had he felt pain like that in his entire life.

Until, the next morning, that was. When his weary eyes opened to see nothing but his dull ceiling, and he realized the night before hadn’t been some awful nightmare. 

It took weeks for him to regain enough composure to properly work again. But, in some ways, he felt like he never left that night. Sometimes he felt he was still there- staring up at the monstrous glowing flames and fighting to not think about how you spent your last moments.

After months, he'd agreed to another rescue mission. Perhaps a win, perhaps saving someone, may put some of his demons to bed.

He passes doors upon doors, all blown wide open as evidence of men fleeing his approach. Scattered papers line the floors, chairs knocked to their sides. Window's thrown open with little care.

One door, however, gathers his attention almost instantly. The way it was shut tight with a deadbolt locked on practically begged for him to investigate. He reaches out and makes quick work of breaking the metal bolt, hearing the metal clatter to the floor. Tentatively, he twists the knob and shoves it open, weapon ready to fire. Inside, a cluster of women gather in the far corner, eyes as wide as owls, fingers all clutching each other in fear. 

“I’ve found them,” He says into his radio, taking a head count. “Three of them. West wing, fifth door to the left.”

“Intel says there’s a fourth.” Comes back the answer, and he frowns, peering through his mask to recount. “We’re sending in reinforcements.”

König lowers his weapon cautiously and counts again, just in case. Just as before, it’s three women, all frightened beyond belief. He steps to the side and motions for them to exit the room, knowing his teammates were bounding towards the room and would be able to lead them to the safety of their vehicles outside. As they filter past him one by one, he doesn’t miss the glance one of them takes towards the closet at the other end of the room before darting into the hall. Quietly, he takes steps towards it, lifting his weapon. He could practically sense a presence from within, eyes narrowed, creeping closer and closer. 

Without even bothering to demand the person inside to come out, he grasps the door and tears it open, his gun pointing directly inside, his hulking figure shadowed by the ceiling lamp behind him. The flashlight on his gun beams over a figure inside. The person’s hands are over their face to escape the blinding light. He could see purple bruises on their elbows, finger marks on their biceps.

The fourth hostage. 

“Go on. Go.” He says quickly, lowering his gun. He expects the hostage to turn tail and run, rip past him and scurry down the trashed halls to their freedom. But, instead, they lower their hands, big eyes gaping up at him. His heart nearly seizes as he makes out the person's features.

“König?” Your voice is a strange version of soft. Afraid, confused, relieved. You’re frozen in place, holding your hands to your chest, as if you can’t believe the sight before you. As if you can't believe it’s really, truly. him.

But it is. 

König’s actions move faster than the speed of his thoughts. His gun is slung behind his shoulder, his hands find your arms and he’s pulling you out from the confines of your hiding spot. His mind is reeling, his fingers shake, he can’t hear anything other than his heartbeat and the soft sounds you make as he practically crushes you against him. Time stands still for a moment. The flickering yellow of the hanging light pauses. He breathes into your hair and the scent of you almost has him losing his composure. There isn’t even time for tears to gather in his water lines when he squeezes his eyes shut and clutches you to him, so close, afraid if he lets go you’ll disappear all over again. 

“Du bist lebendig, du bist lebendig.” The desperation in his voice is more than apparent. He can barely even think. “I thought I lost you, meine Liebe, Ich dachte, du wärst tot.” 

German spills from his lips in a warble, all the little things he’d thought he’d never get to say to you again. His lungs heave as he rambles, feeling your arms wrap around him. He’s sure his words are barely even meeting your ears, but he doesn’t care. 

From his belt, his radio calls out to him. Two voices now, both demanding to know his current position and why he hadn’t been answering. He has to force himself to pull away from you to answer, and it nearly hurts as you leave his embrace, his voice harsh and shaky.

“I’ve found ___,” He remarks frantically, his free hand clutching your shoulder. “She’s alive, mein Gott, she’s here.” 

“___?” A male voice chirps over the line. "She's alive?"

König breathes, nods as if they can see him. His hand flattens over your back and tugs you back into him. “Ja, I’ve got her. Coming back now." He presses his lips to your head through the thin fabric of his mask. “I’ve got you.”

He nestles his radio back into its place and wastes no time scooping you into his arms. He knows his hold is almost too tight, likely uncomfortable against the severe amount of bruising littering your body, but he couldn't help himself. You were right there. Alive. 

Alive, and clinging to him like he was your lifeline, like if you didn’t wrap your fingers around whatever you could manage to grasp, he’d drop you and you’d fall back into that awful place. He rushes down the halls with a newfound urgency, frantic to leave this horrible place as a memory. Frantic to get you back to where you belong. 

König could feel you peering up at him, taking in the intensity of his eyes as he used his shoulder to shove open the door to your freedom. The cold outside bites at him, but he welcome the feeling, the dirt shifting under his large boots and he picks up pace. 

“I’ve got you.” He says again, into the crisp air, and he feels you nod quickly, surely unable to find the energy to respond. In the distance he can see the calvary waiting for him. The hostages were loaded into a larger buggy while he took to a smaller vehicle. His lungs heave as he runs with you, heart thrashing in his large ribcage. His teammate throws open the door of the vehicle and he’s quick to load you inside. You limply lean against him as he settles in beside you, arm wrapped tight around your shoulder to keep you up right. With a yank, he rips his gloves him his hands, presses his palms into your skin to feel you, really feel you.

Even with your bruises, even when your marks and scrapes, you're just as soft as he remembered. You're everything he remembered. Everything he thought he'd never get to have ever again.

As you look up at him, he blinks down at you with misty eyes. His fingers pull hair from your face and tuck the strands behind your ears. When you smile at him, König feels a boulder lodge itself in his throat. Try as he may to gag it down, his efforts are fruitless, and he bumps his forehead against yours. 

The tears he’d been running from bite at the corners of his eyes as the vehicle rolls to the a start. You let your body relax against him, his head falling back against the headrest, bare fingers petting over your skin. 

It's over, you're safe. He has you.

He kisses the top of your head as the vehicle roars down the open road, and billows of dirt clouds obscuring your prison before it disappeared all together under the night sky.

[cannibal-nightmares]

talking in tongues here Language and psychosis is so frustrating, and thats the topic of this post so this is going to be a bit jumbled. I'm going to write and not edit this much

physically Physically, it's very simple: sometimes it feels like it takes immense exertion to move your tongue to speak, to get your vocal chords to make noise. personally, sometimes it feels like the words feel like water spilling out out of your mouth. its exhausting to an extent I can't exactly describe.

internally Internally, it gets more complicated as it also applies to writing and also magical thinking. You have a lot of thoughts. A lot. And some of them dont even feel like your own. I've always described it as... Listening to your own internal ideas in your head, but theyre in a different language, and you have to translate them before saying them out loud. And then sometimes you get the translation wrong. Going back to physically, sometimes this means you stumble on your words and straight up accidentally say the wrong thing (anything from accidentally saying "chair" instead of "stair" because they sound similar, to utter nonsense that has no origin or relation), and sometimes it means mistranslating intention (not in emotionality--though that is an element at play--but in diction) idk if this is making any sense. Like saying "go right" when you were absolutely thinking and intending "go left." I think, similarly, an example is.. I can *barely* speak to my phone assistant. It's *really* difficult* for me to say out loud "Okay, Google, play 'Eternal Blue' by Spiritbox on Spotify," I just CANT get the thoughts in order. it's why I like going off-script. It's kind of faascinatiing when you see this happen in writing, though very time-consuming to catch and fix it all (too bad writing is one of my hobbies haha)

magical thinking here's the most prominent monster, in my opinion. Magical thinking and paranoia is what governs my writing and speech 100% of the time. One-hundred-percent-of-the-time. I know it plays a huge role in my introverted tendencies. it's where.. You say or write something and you think that because you've said it out loud or someone has heard it/read it, something will happen. This can be something so much as "I said the car will crash, so now it most definitely will" to, far more abstract, "I included the word 'granite' in describing something and now because i chose to use that word instead of something else, my food at home will be poisoned" (this is also a tell of OCD, btw).

anyways im making this post this because I think about having this discussion every time i mention things like "the geiger counter." Sometimes alternative wording feels safer to me. in this instance, "geiger counter" refers to "paranoia" or "I'm getting more paranoid." it gags me just to admit to it here. but I hope it paints a picture I know I'm missing some things I wanted to discuss (oof, there's an example, I wanted to use a different word other than "discuss" here), but everything is like static sludge rn. I hope this grants some insight to anyone.

[vanteguccir]

Ok, this was basically supposed to be a request, but your requests are closed, and I'm really anxious thinking about it, and I don't want to ask someone else for this because I want you to write it, so while your Requests are closed, I'll ask for your opinion

Let's assume that Chris is dating a Brazilian, but she's still learning English, she knows how to communicate well, but she still makes mistakes, changes words, pronounces something wrong, sometimes stutters, I'd like to know your opinion, how do you think Chris would help you in this situation? How would his reaction be to your silly and cute mistakes?

hi pretty!!!

I think he would laugh a lot, but not at you, he would just think it's funny how you mistake the pronunciation of some words or even invent words to something that, in your head, makes sense since it sounds like the word in portuguese, but it actually doesn't even exist, so like:

"Baby, can you buy me a... what is it called? Deadly?"

"Dead- baby, what?"

"You know that thing that we use with cheese, but it's not ham... Hm, it's like ham but with more fat?"

"Babe, do you mean mortadella?"

"Oh my God, so it's the same as in portuguese."

And he would start laughing too hard for your liking, almost falling when seeing your angry little face because of his reaction, but then he would for sure go to the grocery store and buy you tons of mortadella

I think he would help you a lot too, so when he sees you struggling with how to pronounce some words, he would say the word many times and super slowly until you got it right

Sometimes, when you want to say something in English, but you don't know how to, he would take his phone and go to Google Translate and put in Portuguese to English, he would give you the device for you to type it and then he would read the translation and be like "oooh, so you say it like this"

There's those times that you hear someone on the street or grocery store saying a word that you don't know the meaning, so you go to him and ask what it means and how you can use it. Sometimes, the words are crazy and obscene, and I imagine him blushing a little and feeling shy because he has to explain something like this to you, but he still would do it (or just ask you to google it 😭😭)

He would be SOOOOO patient and kind, even with the funny parts. He understands it can be hard to learn a whole different language, so he would be super supportive

I can see him going around the house and gluing little post-its on EVERYTHING with the name of each thing in English so you could learn while doing daily activities

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[mngums]

It's snowing, babe.

Mina x F!reader

It's Christmas, however, Mina wants a somewhat unusual gift.

Wc: 1.8k

I apologize for my bad English! Sometimes Google Translate can get some words wrong.

— Y/N! Is it serious that you haven't asked Mina to be your girlfriend yet? — Jeongyeon asked, looking at me like it was some kind of threat. — I mean, you two like each other and we've all seen you two make out like crazy, you both have a reputation as “girlfriends”, and yet you still haven't asked her to be your girlfriend?

— Well I’m.. Sorry? — I responded with an awkward laugh, clasped my hands in front of my thighs, bit my lower lip as if I was nervous. — It's not as easy as it seems, how long did it take you to ask Nayeon to be your girlfriend?

— Well, I kind of haven't asked her to be my girlfriend yet... — The brunette crossed her arms, looked at me from top to bottom, from bottom to top, raised her eyebrows and closed her eyes. — It does not matter. Me and Nayeon are best friends and she doesn't know that I like her, she probably doesn't like me, it won't happen. Now, you and Mina have liked each other for who knows how many years! And yet you two don't date.

— Well, I beg your pardon, miss. But I don't feel like dating her right now.

— No, you don't understand. you NEED to date her until Christmas. — Momo practically appeared out of nowhere, I screamed in shock and laid my hand on my chest, feeling my heart stop for a fraction of a second. — Boo.

— Listen, you don't need to meddle in my love life, not now. I'm fine with her, and I don't want to seem hasty in asking her to be my girlfriend, when we've only made out like... 6 times.

— Who did you have sex with 6 times? — Sana asked me, I ended up shrinking my body. Damn, everyone wants to scare me today..

— Sex..? I didn't have sex with anyone! I said I made out with Mina 6 tim-

— You had sex with Mina 6 times?! — Dahyun shouted from across the room. The blood from my entire body rushed to my face, I covered my cheeks and lowered my head. Can I go back in time and dig a hole to hide?

— No.. Listen, I'm not going to ask Mina to be my girlfriend, not this year! I don't feel like she'll accept it. — I raised my voice a little, started walking to the back door of the house - which, by the way, is huge. –

I walked to the door with the girls talking in the background, Jihyo's house was always huge. Sana was accompanying me, we said goodbye to the girls, I really didn't want to leave so early, but the amount of questions was already stressing me out.

— Okay, changing the subject! — The blonde said excitedly, grabbing my arm like a sloth. — Have you already bought your Christmas presents?

— Christmas presents? Are we going to have parties after all? — I closed the door behind me while talking to her, I went to the car and opened the door for Sana, getting into the vehicle immediately.

— Well, I think so... It's like a group tradition, isn't it?

— I don't remember much. Since the pandemic, we have never had any type of party at anyone's house again. — I started the car and started driving, Sana's house was a little (too) far from Jihyo's.

— Do not remember? We would video call and decorate the background to make it look more Christmassy. I even remember when we sent gifts by mail.

— It was probably around the time I was sick and didn't want to do anything but stay in bed.

— Oh yeah. Last Christmas we were on video call, you were sick.

— I saw in the rearview mirror Sana leaning her elbow on the car support and resting her chin in the palm of her hand.

— Well, I think I can participate in Christmas this year. I'm brand new. — I sighed softly. I accelerated the car, which was very easy to drive quickly as the streets were empty due to the time of day.

— Okay, okay! Let's make a Secret Santa, how about that?

— Secret Santa?

— Yes! Like, we do a draw with all the girls' names. For example, in one of the paper sheets, you end up getting Mina in Secret Santa. Instead of buying gifts for everyone, you buy them just for Mina. However, you can't tell anyone who you've had as a Secret Santa, otherwise it's no fun.

— Oh yes. I forgot that you all have different traditions than mine. — I saw Sana's house from afar. — Wasn't your house further away?

— We've been here for 17 minutes with you driving, I think you managed to go faster and it seems like my house is closer.

As soon as we arrived at Sana's house, I parked my car in front of the house and walked her to the door.

— Oh, hello, Y/N! — Mina greeted me with that beautiful gummy smile. She wears a sweatshirt (it was my sweatshirt) that was really big on her, sweatpants and cute penguin socks. In addition to having some dark hair falling across her face, she had very round glasses that made her pretty eyes look bigger. — Why don't you come in?

— Oh no! I'm just passing through, I just came to leave Sana here. — I looked at the blonde and smiled without showing my teeth, I hugged her quickly before she waved at me and disappeared into the house.

— You haven't come to visit me recently. — Mina leaned against the door frame, crossing her arms with a defiant smile.

— I ended up getting busy with those final exams at school and- — I couldn't even explain myself properly. As soon as Mina's lips collided with mine, I felt that wave of relaxation take over my entire body. Her thin arms wrapped around my neck while my hands quickly found their way to her waist, bringing her closer. I grunted quietly as soon as our bodies touched, I wanted to be able to make our bodies stick together forever and feel Mina's embrace until death.

Mina gently scratched the back of my neck with the tips of her nails, subtly pulling out a few strands of hair that were there. I separated our lips long enough to catch my breath, it didn't last long as I had already collided our lips again. Mina pulled me inside without breaking a kiss, putting me against the door to close it.

The brunette asked for passage with her tongue, which was quickly accepted. My entire body shivered every time our tongues touched. It's not new that Mina kisses really well, she always manages to drive me insane with any kiss, even if it's completely short. Reluctantly, I pulled my head to detach our lips. Her lips were very red and slightly swollen.

— You look beautiful with your mouth screwed. And it's even better to know that I was the one who did it. — I whispered softly in her ear, giving her a kiss on the neck.

— Shut up! — She laughed softly, giving my arm a weak slap. I let go of her and made her gently move away to open the door.

— See you at Christmas? — I asked as I held the door open, waiting for a "yes."

— Of course yes. — She gave me a quick peck and clasped her hands behind her back again. She always does this when she is embarrassed. I smiled and closed the door. I almost jumped to the car. Mission accomplished → I didn't start getting extremely red with embarrassment after the kiss.

—————————————————————

— Mina wants snow as a gift. SNOW! — I screamed, becoming extremely nervous.

It's Christmas Eve and I literally got Mina in Secret Santa.

— Hey, don't freak out. There are several toys that make fake snow out there! — Tzuyu put an arm around my shoulder, trying to reassure me that everything was ok.

— Real snow, Tzu. She came back from a country where at Christmas it's summer and there's no snow. — I massaged my temples, trying to figure out what to do.

— And why isn't it snowing here? — Chaeyoung chimed in, switching her attention from her sketchbook to the 3 of us on the bed.

— I don't know. The whole world is strange, I saw on the news that if it snows, it will be very little. — Dahyun continued to pay attention to that Nintendo Switch she had in her hands, lying on my belly.

— But like... It's normal here, it should almost always snow. — I replied, taking out my cell phone to text Mina.

The cell phone disappeared as quickly as it appeared in my hands. Tzuyu grabbed the phone and left it on the desk beside her.

— You won't text her asking what she wants as a gift.

— But-

— No buts.

— Okay, so where's Christmas going to be? — Dahyun finally put down the video game, sitting cross-legged on the mattress.

— At Jihyo's house, probably. — Chae replied, jumping onto the bed as soon as she left the desk.

— I wanted to give Mina real snow... But it's practically impossible. — I grunted, covering my face and laying down on Tzuyu's shoulder.

— I kind of have an idea. — Tzuyu said, making everyone quickly pay attention to her.

——————————————

— So where is Y/N? — Jihyo asked in that same high-pitched voice. Everyone had already received their gifts, except Mina. Because I didn't give her anything.

— Did Y/N say you would be here? — It was Mina's turn to ask, feeling worried about my absence.

— Sincerely? No.

They were all in a circle together, the room (fortunately) was on the top floor.

— What is that? — Nayeon's distant voice sounded throughout the room, everyone quickly looked to where the eldest was pointing.

— It's snow! — I was almost sure that Mina's eyes lit up at that moment, they all ran to the window, watching the snowflakes fall to the ground.

Of course, everything would be fine if my spray hadn't run out so soon. Everyone looked to the side in confusion, except for Tzuyu.

I went down the stairs and faced the window.

— This is my Secret Santa gift. — I saw Mina's eyes seem to glow for at least a few seconds.

They all gave me space to enter the room. Mina quickly went towards me, giving me a tight hug and showering my face with kisses.

— I was joking when I said I wanted snow, honey! — She laughed against my cheek, that feeling of having her mouth close to my skin, and hearing the little girl's warm laugh was always contagious.

— I thought you wanted to see snow after a whole year of just being cold and not seeing snow. — I kissed the top of her head, hearing a sound like vomiting in the background.

We all looked at the window as soon as Nayeon pointed to the window. This time it wasn't me with my spray, but real snow.

Quickly, everyone began to scream with happiness, dressing in warmer clothes to go outside the house.

I kept my hand close to Mina's the entire time we walked through the snow, squeezing our boots tighter and tighter.

— It's snowing, babe. — Mina drew a heart in the snow with her fingers and put our initials inside it. I made her turn towards me, grabbed her waist and pulled her into a tight hug.

— I love you, Y/N. — She whispered softly in my ear.

— I love you too, Mina.

[slasher-male-wife]

hi I saw your reqs were open and was hoping i could ask for a hannigram x gn reader where the reader feels a lil insecure about third wheeling and when hannigram find out they are extra affectionate to her, just sweet fluff and affirmations kinda thing

Of course I can. And I know you said gn reader but this is a reminder because of some other requests I got, I don't write for fem readers. I don't feel comfortable writing about and there's so many other people who do write for fem readers. Anyway I made this a little more Holiday themed because I need to milk the season for all it's go content wise.

You love me right? Hannigram x gn reader

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, insecure reader, polyamory, I kinda threw in some personal stuff because I needed to, google translated Lithuanian

Lately you couldn’t help but feel kind of insecure about your relationship with Will and Hannibal. You love them and you know they love you but sometimes it feels like you’re third wheeling with them. You thought that they wanted distance but didn’t know how to tell you so you started to grow a bit more distant, thinking it would help. But it only made things worse. You’ve been getting stomach aches over this whole situation and you didn’t know how to bring it up to them without making them feel bad or making you feel bad for thinking that they didn’t love you. 

It’s another cold night in December. You’d just gotten back from a holiday themed opera. Hannibal leaves you and Will with a kiss as he heads for the kitchen. Will heads for the living room and you start to follow him before you get that feeling like you’re being too clingy. You stop yourself and head upstairs to your bedroom. You take off your coat and fancy outfit. You feel tears prick at your eyes but you try to push them away. You put on more comfortable clothes and take deep breaths. 

Maybe you really should tell them what you think. It’s really eating away at you. You bite your bottom lip and sit on the bed, head in your hands. God what is wrong with you? Why are you acting like this? They have to love you right? They do love you. You’re sure of it. But sometimes it just feels like you’re intruding on Will and Hannibal's dates. Their time together, their special moments. It feels like you’re just a friend sometimes. All of these emotions make you boil over and soon you start to cry. 

You can’t help it anymore. You’ve gone too long without feeling like this. Without feeling like an outsider in your own damn relationship. What made them grow so distant? What did you do to make them hate you this much? How can you fix it now? Your head swims with ideas as you pick yourself up and go into the bathroom. You wash off your face and try to make it look like you haven’t been crying. Hannibal calls you down for dinner and you take another deep breath. 

You enter the dining room to find Will and Hannibal waiting for you. Hannibal made some kind of soup. You smile at your boyfriends before taking your seat. They start a conversation about what they should do this Christmas. Will is insisting they get a real tree this year but Hannibal is against it. You’re siding with Will on getting a tree. 

“It would be very fun. You can use the pine needles for baking or something I’m sure.” You say taking another sip of your soup. Hannibal just gives you a glance before looking back over at Will. You feel a large lump forming in your throat now. Tears pricking at your eyes again. Will seems to notice. 

“Y/n?” He asks, but you don’t hear him because of your heart beating in your ears, “Y/n?” he asks again. This time you look up, “Is everything ok?” He asks. Feeling Hannibal and Will looking at you now with worry in their eyes you start to bawl. 

You cry loud and ugly tears. Hannibal is quick to push away your bowl and sit next to you, along with Will. Will holds you close to him and Hannibal puts a hand on your thigh and rubs your back. They don’t try to get you to talk until you stop crying. Now with having them be so close to you it makes you cry even harder. Eventually you sniffle and wipe away your tears. Your eyes are big and red. Your cheeks dewy from all of the tears. 

“I’ve been feeling so awful lately. I feel like I’ve been third wheeling with you two. Like I’m not even in the relationship anymore. I thought you wanted space but that just made me feel even worse. I’m so sorry for being so emotional.” 

“Don’t ever apologize for feeling your emotions.” Hannibal says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. Will pulls you in closer to him, having you sitting on his lap now. Hannibal moves into your chair, keeping his hand on your thigh. 

“We are so sorry for making you feel that way honey. We promise that we still love you dearly ok? We never wanted to make you cry,” Will presses a kiss to your temple before hugging you closer to him, “ Now if you ever feel bad about anything please tell us. If you needed more attention from us you should have told us. We promise to never ignore you again alright?” You nod. 

After cleaning up the three of you head back upstairs. Hannibal and Will helping you get ready for bed and holding you in between them in bed. 

“I hope you know we love you very much Y/N.” Will says kissing your forehead.” 

“Jei turėčiau gėlę kiekvieną kartą, kai pagalvočiau, kaip stipriai tave myliu, galėčiau amžinai vaikščioti savo sode.” Hannibal says in his native language. He often speaks in it when he’s feeling some kind of strong emotion. You know a little of the language so you know what he’s saying is romantic. 

“Can you please tell me what you just said?” You say sleepily. 

“I said ‘If I had a flower for every time I thought about how much I loved you, I could walk in my garden forever.” 

You fall asleep with a smile on your face. You know they really love you. In the morning you wake up with Will still on your right but Hannibal gone. You try to get up out of bed but you’re pulled back down by Will. You let out a light laugh. 

“Honey I’ve got to get up ok?” He just pulls you closer. 

“It can wait a few more minutes.” He says, sleep heavy in his voice. 

“Will I’m hungry and Hannibal’s making breakfast. I wanna go eat,” Will sighs and lets you go for a moment before he picks you up in his arms with a grunt from him and a laugh from you, “Will you can’t carry me down the stairs!” You exclaim but Will’s already walking out of the bedroom. But once at the stairs he does let you down. He takes your hand and walks with you down into the kitchen where Hannibal waits. A plate on pancakes and a bowl of berries greet your eyes and nose. 

“You made this for us?” You ask. Hannibal knows that this is your favorite breakfast food. He nods. 

“I did mano meilė,” He says, still feeling inclined to speak his native language, “Now have a seat. I want you to have plenty of energy for what I have planned for us today. You pull up a seat at the counter and so does will. You’re handed your pancakes and berries and you quickly start to eat. You’re the luckiest person in the world to have these two as your boyfriends. 

[subwaytostardew]

Hello! I’ve been following this mod for a little while now and I want to say!! How absolutely impressed and blown away how amazing it is!! The story and world building is so much fun! And the sprites and the amount of effort you put in each animation is phenomenal! The pokemon look so good and I adore how you made emmet and Ingo’s walk cycles different, and just the! Writing and seer amount of programming done is just! Amazing! Super bravo! You two so clearly but so much thought into (1/?)

First off, I'd just like to say thank you for taking the time to type out all your messages! It really means a lot whenever we get feedback like this!

Kade is brilliant on the world-building aspect of things and coming up with ideas... She sent me a whole google doc with a draft of their schedules a day after I managed to get Emmet in game. Really helped give this project a sense of direction!

I wasn't too confident regarding writing and pixel art at first, but having her take charge with scripts really helped me stay on track towards a higher state. After so many events, I feel like we have a good idea as to how to write their characters. Making Emmet's sprite first did make Ingo's a bit of a pain to draw (since he does not walk like that) but I'm glad I committed to the bit from day one.

I've been staying up late (I get too excited working on the mod...), but I'm making sure to sleep in to account for that! It'll be a while until we get around to releasing platonic versions of their routes (don't get me wrong, it's first on our patch priority- especially since so many people following this are aromantic! We just still have a long way to go regarding the base mod.), but I'm glad what we have is still enjoyable for now. Emmet's part of Ingo's 10 heart event is still one of my favorite things I've written. It wasn't in the original draft and was only added in during the coding phase, but everything is constantly evolving!

As for Chandelure and Ingo, they can understand each other, just not in the way the farmer can understand Pokemon. We actually discussed the logistics and capabilties together but I don't believe we've ever published it in a post. The farmer understands Pokemon as if they were recieving instant translations to English from the noises they "speak". Farmer has a bit of telepathy in a sense because sometimes, they're just making noises, but they can read their thoughts in words. (When writing Joltik, I don't actually have any text in my head... it's just babbles of "bah" and "wawwawawawawa" in my head. Baby noises.) Farmer also has an absurd ability to eavesdrop, so they can just tell if a Pokemon is thinking/saying anything.

Ingo and Chandelure have their souls bonded, but Ingo can't quite decipher what Chandelure's chimes mean exactly in words. He reads her through a mix of tone, how her flames burn, charades, and any visions she transmits into his mind through active effort. In the tunnel, she's just transmitting what she wants to say into the farmer's mind. Ingo can't pick up on that. When Chandelure communicates with Ingo, she has to will his perception, and it's only in images. If Ingo had the image of hand-holding with his crush flashed into his mind, he would just get flustered and eventually assume it's his imagination running wild again. He does get caught up in his ideas, so Chandelure can easilly gaslight him into believing it's his own train of thought rather than her fault.

In that same line of thinking, Chandelure could convince him that he's super down bad for the farmer with enough suggestions since she kind of wants to win a bet with Grandpa saying that they'll get married in three years. Ingo feels haunted about having a crush for a reason.

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desi!johnny hc’s but early 2000’s au? thanks if u get to it!

YEA OF COURSE!!! i dont even think i rlly ever talked about johnny in my 2000s au cause hes just so timeless so this would acc be pretty good help to find out what hes like

•HUGE tollywood fan, would literally force pony to watch some movies w him (if i remember correctly, tollywood refers to the bengali cinema/film industry, if im wrong MY BAD</33)

•some of em arent even translated to english or at least he doesnt have the version that is, maybe its recorded on a vhs tape so ponys just there sitting quietly and every 10 mins hes like “so whats goin on”

•his fav to watch is chokher bali and the namesake (i say the namesake cause i feel like maybe johnny relates to it quite a bit yknow)

•sometimes u can catch him listening to Rabindra Sangeet songs, hes not rlly a music person but he likes it a lot

•HE ALSO LIKES BANGLA BAND MUSIC i can feel it, sometimes he shares an earbud w pony so he can listen to it too

•he LOVES partachitra paintings (if u havent seen em before look them up), hes not much of an artist but i imagine that in class he likes doodling and drawing inspo from those paintings, not exactly drawing like those hindu mythology scenes, but just the way he draws ppl???u can tell he gets some notes from partschitra paintings

•i see him as being more open about his culture so maybe in the curtis house he gets them to make bengali food/sweets like sandesh, rashgulla, macher jhol, etc etc, and the gang has a bengali dinner night<33

•google translate was made in 2006 and SO THIS MEANS that yes, SOMETIMES the gang (mostly pony) can find out what johnny mumbled under his breath in bengala (or whatever language u hc him to speak) and they now know just how funny johnny rlly is

•or rlly how mean, ik he makes some slick comments under his breath, when he finds out someones using google translate on him he just sighs and goes lu know what i said huh😕😕”

THATS RLLY ALL I CAN THINK OF NOW BUT this gave me a way better understanding of johnny in the early 2000s au so bless u🙏🏽🙏🏽

AND AS ALWAYS IF I GOT SOMETHING WRONG PLS CORRECT ME GUYS I BEG</3