#SPECIALLY IF YOURE A NATIVE ENGLISH SPEAKER
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I think I'm not going to put anymore #sorry if I misspelled anything. because I just got the frecking C1 and I was 9 points away from the C2. If I misspell anything I don't care (but correcting me would be nice)
#sorry if i misspelled anything#last time using it (probably)#IÂŽm not promising anything#and if you notice that I make many mistakes in spelling#1- (if youre an english native speaker) fuck you cause im spanish and i dont talk in spanish over here bc there arent many#(as far as iÂŽve seen)#and Im talking over here in English#which is your native language so stfu#(if you arent a native english speaker this doesnt aply to you)#2- please correct me if I make any mistakes#but probably I wont really care because I GOT JUST GOT THE C1 WHICH WAS THE WORST THING IÂŽVE EVER MADE#I HATED PREPARING IT#THE DAY I CRIED THE MOST WAS THE DAY BEFORE THE C1#I JUST WANTED TO UNALIVE MYSELF RIGTH BEFORE THE EXAM#BUT NOW I HAVE IT AND ITS MY PAGE SO IF I MAKE ANY MISTAKES AND YOU DONT LIKE IT AND YOU ARENT WILLING TO CORRECT ME#THEN STFU#SPECIALLY IF YOURE A NATIVE ENGLISH SPEAKER#(for native english speakers)STFU YOU ARE NOT DOING ANY CAMBRIDGE EXAMS TO SEE YOU ENGLISH LEVEL#AND EVEN IF YOU WOULD YOU PROBABLY WOULDNT CARE CAUSE ITS YOUR NATIVE LANGUAGE
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Every now and then someone asks me "why do you always point out that English isn't your first language?" and the answer is because it's REALLY hard, okay? :') And I kinda want that extra effort to be known.
I choose to write in English despite knowing I won't be at 100% of my abilities just to be part of the community. And it's hard, and you feel stupid and illiterate about half of the time, and sometimes people are very cruel.
Honestly, writing in a language that isn't your own is a very humbling experience, and I think everyone should try it before sending a nasty message, or making fun of someone's "broken English."
This is not the first time I get this kind of "feedback," and it probably won't be the last. I shouldn't care so much, but it's just unfair. It's unfair that I've also seen many friends and creators I appreciate deal with similar stuff.
Sometimes it feels weird to inhabit spaces that are mostly English-speaking (AND mostly USA-centric), because you're always expected to bend but rarely get any kind of gratitude for doing it (rather the opposite sometimes).
By this I don't mean that everyone should be thanking me personally for speaking English, that's not the point I'm trying to make because this isn't even about me (I'm not that important, please lmao). Just do keep in mind that every time a non-native speaker interacts with you in your language, or creates art in your language for you to enjoy, they're kinda doing you a favor. Because we could just... not do it. It's actually so much easier not to do it. Just be aware of it and show patience and kindness in return, it's the very least you can do.
#text#tweeted this as a thread yesterday but#I wanted to share here too#so yeah if you're a non-native speaker and still choose to write fanworks in English#know that I see you and appreciate your hard work#it's so difficult sometimes#and it doesn't always pay off#but you're doing great trust me#also don't be afraid of creating art in YOUR language too#it can be freeing and very personal and special#don't completely throw away your roots just because they're not *cool* in online spaces đ
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Do you also read fanfictions? I am writing one but since English is not my mother language, I am afraid to actually post it lmao. Could you read? See if there's any grammar mistakes and if it flows naturally as it should. But if you cant, dont worry. I totally understand
hii, i don't really do beta reading/editing, sorry!! i can suggest some helpful tools, though, such as grammarly or instatext -- i've used both myself, and they're great! instatext requires a subscription, but you get a free trial period and can edit small portions of text for free every day
and if you think you'd prefer a person to read through it for you, you can always make a public post on tumblr, and ask if anyone would be interested!!!
regardless, have confidence, love!!! you're doing great đ€đ€đ€
#ask#anonymous#english is not my first language either so i've probably tried out every free text-editing software available#just to see if i'm using an excessive amount of words (i am) and if it's possible to reduce them (it is but sometimes i don't want to)#so explore these options but always believe in yourself!!!#i personally have always loved books from non-english writers even though i usually read the english translations#because often if the english translation is good and stays close to the original text#then the book includes phrasings and grammatical constructions that come from the writer's native language#and therefore they're new to me!! and listen i read a lot and i see a lot of cliches#so to read a text with unusual and not overused expressions is so refreshing and inspiring!!!#i guess what i'm saying is don't be afraid if you can't express yourself like a âtrue native speakerâ#because that can be exactly what makes your writing special!!#no shade to the native speakers though like damn good for y'all we out here fighting for our lives đ«
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We here at Sufficiently Large Ndustries pride ourselves on our unwavering commitment to factual accuracy in all things.
Recently, it has come to our attention that certain details of this post, hereinafter referred to as the "Fuck Yeah Stick-Elf" post, or FYSE, seem to contradict the canon established by internationally-known author Jonald Ronald Rolkien Tolkien (h/t @elodieunderglass for explaining his full name).
Because of our unwavering commitment to factual accuracy in all things, we cannot possibly have made any mistakes, so we wish to issue several corrections to your understanding to demonstrate that we were correct all along:
Question: Don't the Gondorians call him Mithrandir?
Answer: Not all Gondorians.
Canonically, Tolkien notes that the people of Gondor use the Sindarin name Mithrandir (from mith "grey" and randir "random", hence "some random grey guy") for OlĂłrin. However, Tolkien's references to this are always about Gondorian nobility or royalty, who did indeed call Stick-Elf Mithrandir. This is because they were kind of pretentious, like native English speakers who insist on correcting anyone who doesn't pronounce "Paris" as "pair-REE".
When six-year-old Faramir had nightmares and ran to his father calling out "I'm scared!", Denethor would correct him, saying "No, you feel echais", because he was a dick. Part of the reason why Gondor lost a lot of its ancient glory is because it had centuries of leaders who were like this.
The average Joeromir Schmoeromir on the streets of Gondor, however, just called him Stick-Elf.
Question: If this is set in the past and Ăodan is from Rohan, how could Gondor have a king?
Answer: It's not that king.
Suzannethor (the Archivist) mentions that Stick-Elf brought fireworks for the king's birthday, but Gondor's last king, King EĂ€nur, died in T.A. 2050, almost five centuries before Rohan was founded in T.A. 2510 (special thanks to @thinkinginquenya for pointing out this discrepancy).
The answer is that FYSE is set in T.A. 2703, well after Rohan's founding; When the characters refer to "the king", they're not referring to royalty, but rather to the famous NĂșmenĂłrean musician Aarondil PrĂ©slion, often called "The King of Chant and Lyre" or just "The King" for short.
At this point there weren't many Men with enough NĂșmenĂłrean blood to have the sort of longevity that Aarondil had, leading to rumors that he was secretly an elf, hence his stage name, Elvish PrĂ©sli.
Some of his most famous songs, like "Jailhouse Dirge" and "You Ain't Nothin' But a Warg Dog" are still popular today. Olórin was particularly fond of "Blue Steel Shoes", a lively jig about plate mail maintenance, and this is why he brought fireworks to Présli's 90th birthday party.
Question: Why does Elrond say "here in the North" in Gondor?
Answer: Elrond is a very sleepy boi.
In FYSE, Elrond says "Here in the North", even though generally most surviving texts of Middle-Earth are Gondo-centric and use "The North" to refer to lands north of Gondor, like Arnor/Eriador or the Forodwaith.
However, Jenniforomir just woke Elrond up from a nap (she didn't realize this because elves sleep with their eyes open), and he's still slightly disoriented. He says "Here in the North" because he was dreaming about a pub he visited once in AnnĂșminas (and he is slightly shaken because in the dream he had forgotten to wear clothes, he had an exam coming up that he hadn't known about, and very tiny orcs were juggling silmarils all over the place).
Question: Why would Elrond out OlĂłrin as a Maiar?
Answer: He was already out.
Tolkien didn't mention this in the books, but OlĂłrin travels around on horse with several Maiar Pride bumper stickers, including a plain Maiar pride flag, one that reads "Maiar tested, Valar approved", and one that reads "Maiarn't there a lot of us!". Elrond knows this, and so has no compunction telling random Gondorians that OlĂłrin is a Maiar.
We hope that these clarifications will reassure you that we here at Sufficiently Large Ndustries have never said anything false, ever, in all directions and at all times.
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Hi lovely I love ur stuff đ©· I have a little request/idea - obviously feel free to ignore it
I was thinking R has a really thick accent (English - either Scouse (Liverpool), Geordie (Newcastle) or West Country (Devon/Somerset/Farmer) or Aussie or something really thick like hard to understand from native speakers let alone anyone else) but R plays in Barca and has a crush on a Spanish player (Maybe Patri? maybe Ona? Maybe Alexia?) and is tryna talk to them more and maybe ask them out but they just get looked at funny and they walk off and she goes to Kiera and Lucy and is like what have I done? Do they all hate me? And [Crush] overheads them and goes round to their house after training and is like I really wanna get to know u, I think youâre really pretty etc but I cannot understand a word that comes out of ur mouth to the point where I am questioning whether itâs English
qué? - alexia putellas
alexia putellas x reader
description: in which your accent proves to be difficult to understand
warnings: LONG!! swearing, misunderstandings, spanish in bold italics
a/n: i love this woman, your honour!! i was writing alexia angst but had to put out the fluff haha!! thank you so much for the love and request, lovely!! ily and enjoy â€ïž
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you never thought your accent would get you into trouble but you were entirely wrong. and weâre not talking about trouble like criminal, weâre talking romantically.
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youâre from liverpool, your thick, scouse accent distinct in your dialect. at home in england, the accent was understood most of the time, with an occasional person asking for clarification about your words but you didnât mind.
even some of your england teammates had to ask you to repeat yourself occasionally when you got overly excited or stressed, your accent proving to be the hardest to understand at those moments.
you often needed a translator for even native english speakers if you spoke too quickly, lucy and later grace helping out when people were truly confused.
when lucy and keira moved from manchester city, you moved with them, having played in the club for 2 years and desperately wanting a change. and so, when the contract arrived from barcelona for the three of you, you accepted it without a second thought.
you had supported barcelona in liga F, having a huge appreciation for the way the spanish players moved, the quick passes and the goals that came out of nowhere. you were excited to pick up those skills to adapt to your own play.
and through your extensive research, you grew a special appreciation for alexia. in your eyes, alexia was the definition of perfect, not only her football skills, but her as a whole.
you would watch her interviews and videos for âresearch purposesâ, claiming it was to practise your spanish. and it was, until you zoned out hearing the gentle hum of alexiaâs voice, getting distracted entirely but you werenât complaining.
when you got caught making heart eyes at your phone during england camp, the teasing was so relentless it wasnât even funny.
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âour little (y/n) has a crush on la reina! (the queen)â lucy exclaims in the change room, you immediately turn off your phone and look up at her with an icy glare, only making her smile at you affectionately with a pinch to your cheek that you were quick to swat away.
âyouâre not much older than meâ you glare, â5 years is 5 yearsâ she shrugs, moving away when you launched an empty bottle at her.
âgo on, tell us about your crushâ leah smiles, millie and rachel pretend to kiss each other while looking at you and you heat up in the cheeks.
âiâm only watching so i can pick up spanishâ you defend, lucy laughs loudly, out of the three transfers, she was definitely the one who picked up the most spanish.
âexcuse me, lucia, and everyone in here,â you scoff, âis it such a crime to watch a video of my future captain?â your accent was so heavy at this point, everyone cracked a little smile at you.
âso you were watching videos of alexia then?â leah smirks, you let out a frustrated groan, âleah, shut up manâ everyone laughs, the teasing continuing until keira and alessia told everyone to stop.
during the whole of camp, it wasnât uncommon you got caught looking at photos or videos of alexia, the teasing was so bad you thought you would explode.
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when the time finally came for you to join barcelona, you were incredibly nervous. the fear of underperforming playing on your mind, only becoming worse at the thought of embarrassing yourself in front of a certain blonde you couldnât take your mind off.
lucy and keira assured you everything would be fine, but you werenât convinced, unsure of how youâd react when you finally saw alexia.
when you all walked to the change rooms, it was shocking how welcoming everyone was. hugs and kisses to the cheeks had you feeling so accepted amongst your new team.
and funnily enough, the last person to greet you was alexia, sending you a charming smile that had your stomach erupting with butterflies.
â(y/n), yes? bienvenida! (welcome)â alexia grins, her arms pulling you into a warm hug, her scent enveloping you and making you borderline dizzy.
â(y/n) is a big fan of youâ lucy teases as alexia lets you slip from the hug after you mumble a quick hello. alexia gives a surprised smile, looking between a cheeky looking lucy and a sheepish looking you.
âyouâre very good, too, I look forward to playing with you,â alexiaâs hand moved to give your bicep a gentle squeeze and you swore your heart stopped, your cheeks were tinged with pink and you could barely formulate a sentence.
âyeah, iâm excited to play with yaâ you breathe out, you move to your new cubby and get changed into the barcelona kit, feeling at home already even though it was your first day.
due to you busying yourself with avoiding alexia, you missed the way her gaze lingered on you as you changed, she was intrigued by you.
what you didnât know was alexia had done her own forms of research. she had heard your name countless times in the media, a rising star in the making.
she respected the way you played, a midfielder who wasnât afraid to take risks but also managed to avoid fouls frequently.
she wanted to get to know you as much as you wanted to get to know her.
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weeks and months fly by and it was easy to say you felt comfortable amongst the team. your spanish was surprisingly getting better, being able to go through training without a translator most of the time.
the girls reciprocated you well, youâd go to team bonding nights and laugh and joke around with them. it was obvious to everyone except alexia that you were harbouring a crush on the captain.
the ways your eyes would follow her every move with pink cheeks honestly exposed yourself. and what made it harder was that alexia and you were growing closer each day.
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one day you were chatting with mapi and ingrid, more like you getting teased while you begged them to stop before you were interrupted by a certain someone.
âdo you want to be my partner?â alexia questions from behind you suddenly, making you choke on your own spit as she looked at you with a kind smile. âreally?â you breathe out, she nods, nodding her head to the pitch for you to follow her.
youâd both been able to converse easily as the months went by, sheâd have to ask you to slow down a couple of times when you both talked about something you had in common but it worked.
as you both trained together, you chatted and laughed, talking about random topics.
when you both got to shooting practice, alexia analysed your every move. she would give little nods of approval when you touched the ball, sending you an encouraging smile if you made eye contact, your heart was fluttering around her.
âyou should put more weight into your hips when you kickâ alexia corrects, you look at her questioningly, she huffs out a little laugh and comes to stand behind you.
her large hands place themselves on your hips and she turns them slightly to the front. her front was pressed against your back and you certainly werenât breathing. she noticed you tense but chose to ignore it.
âfocus here before you kick so itâs strongerâ alexia says next to your ear, squeezing your hips gently before letting go of you. âtry again, vamos! (letâs go)â she exclaims, you do as she says with her corrections and it was a much better result.
she smiles proudly, âbuena niña! (good girl)â she laughs, coming up to you to squeeze your shoulders encouragingly, your cheeks were burning.
the entire team watched the interaction with big grins, ready to tease you for how sheepish you looked.
âgracias (thank you), aleâ you scratch the back of your neck with an embarrassed smile, she shakes her head, âitâs nothing, thank me with a goal next gameâ she jokes, pinching your cheek teasingly before walking off to get some water.
youâre left there in shock, lucy and keira approaching with cheesy grins. âyouâre in loveâ lucy coos, poking your shoulder teasingly while you shielded yourself in a hug from keira.
âiâm so fucking stupid, why canât i be normalâ you groan, keira laughs, her hand rubbing up and down your back. âyouâre just shy, which is weird to see because youâre the complete oppositeâ she laughs, you pull back to throw her a glare.
âitâs cuteâ lucy chuckles, âi canât wait to tell everyone about the developmentâ she grins, her and keira share a hearty laugh seeing your face go pale, while you attempted not to scream.
âdonât you fucking dareâ you grit out, âi wonâtâ lucy winks, unfortunately she did and by the time training was over, your phone was blowing up with text messages talking about the interaction.
you looked at lucy with a stone cold glare while she blew you a kiss, alexia watched how angry you were, she could practically feel it radiating off you on the other side of the change room.
âestĂĄs bien? (are you okay)â alexia walks up to you, holding a cold drink out to you. you take it after a moment of hesitation, âuh, yeah, sĂâ you smile, âlucia is annoying you?â alexia grins, looking over at lucy to see her and keira whispering while looking at you. âyes, sheâs very annoyingâ you grumble, your eyebrows furrowing.
alexia smiles fondly at you, her hand moving to your face, her thumb smoothing out the crease between your eyebrows. âwrinklesâ she tutts, your breath caught in the back of your throat as you looked up at her.
âare you coming tonight?â she says like she didnât just make you flatline. sheâs talking about a team bonding session at her house. âyeah, i think soâ you smile at her, âthink or know?â she teases, was she flirting with you?
âknow, iâll be thereâ you mock, she nods with a pleased expression, âhasta luego, lindura (see you later, cutie)â she winks, moving to grab her bag from her cubby and leave, making sure to look back at you another time with a soft smile before walking out.
you get pulled out of your trance once you hear your phone blowing up again, checking it to see lucy had recorded you watching alexia leave. you throw your head back in frustration but chose to avoid letting the older girl feel your wrath, you were still on a buzz from the thought of alexia flirting with you.
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when you arrived at alexiaâs house, you brought her a bottle of wine with a sheepish grin. when she opened the door for you, she pulled you into the warmest hug, both of you fitting together like a puzzle.
âfinalmente! (finally) i was waiting for you!â she grins as she pulls away, taking the wine out of your hands and grabbing one of yours to drag you into the living room where everyone was.
her hand was so warm against yours, soft against your skin and you really didnât want her to let go. âyou look beautifulâ alexia smiles before she ushers you to sit down, you barely had the time to tell her how breathtaking she looked, dressed casually but still looking like she could be on the front of a magazine.
you sit next to mapi and she immediately bombards you with questions, âhave you kissed yet?â she questions, you slap her knee, âingrid, your girlfriend is a bullyâ you huff, ingrid laughs, nodding along with you with an apologetic smile.
everyone was watching a movie while eating, alexia sitting beside you, the two of you would chat back and forth with small giggles and smiles shared between you.
by the time the night was ending, alexiaâs arm was resting behind you on the couch, basically over your shoulder while you were in your own little bubble.
when you left that night, you couldnât stop thinking about all the interactions you had with the catalan, you needed to do something about it. fast.
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on a match day for barcelona, you decided it was time for you to tell her about your feelings. it was clear you were flirting with each other. confirmed during the game.
in the second half, you managed to get a goal, using the technique alexia had taught you a couple of days prior.
she was the first one to you after, the loud roar of the crowd drowned out when you felt alexiaâs strong arms wrapping around your waist.
you both smiled so brightly as she congratulated you, placing you on the ground, giving you an affectionate kiss on the forehead and squeezing your shoulders. this told you everything. it wasnât just her being friendly, it was alexia making a move.
at the end of the match, the two of you lingered in the middle of the pitch, you were fidgeting so much alexia was worried.
â(y/n)?â she dips her head to make eye contact with you, âestĂĄs bien? (are you okay)â you nod, opening your mouth to speak but nothing came out. âtake a deep breathâ she smiles, a hand on your shoulder offering you comfort but also stressing you out.
âaleâ you start, she nods with an encouraging smile, âi really fancy ya, ale, iâve been wantinâ to tell ya for a whileâ you blurt out, alexiaâs eyebrows furrow, she looks a little confused.
the silence was loud, why hasnât she said anything back. if this was her rejection, it hurt more than anything she could have verbalised.
âyou know what, forget i said anythinââ you run off before she could say anything. âquĂ©? (what)â she was about to ask you to repeat yourself, one - because you were speaking too fast, two - she didnât know what fancy meant.
you heard her call out for you but you ran into the change room, knowing keira and lucy were in there. âkeira!â you yell, âfucking check my pulse!â you shove your arm in her face and she looks at you in shock. only a couple of people were inside, and the ones that were were shocked at how you tumbled into the room.
âjesus, your heart is going so fastâ keira says as she presses her fingers to the inside of your wrist. âfuck, why couldnât you tell me iâm dead and this is a nightmareâ you groan, your hands running over your face frustratingly.
âwhatâs wrong with you?â lucy says as she walks out of the shower to see you in absolute shambles. âeverything!â you explain each and every detail and they look at you sympathetically, understanding now why you were so upset.
what you didnât know was alexia was outside, ear pressed to the door as she heard you explain that you were trying to confess. she feels her stomach tighten, cursing herself for not understanding what you were saying.
âwhatever, iâm going home, donât follow meâ you grit, tears pooling at your waterline as you rush out. alexia had moved out of eyeline when she heard you, quickly going into the change room and drilling lucy and keira for your address that they happily gave her with sly grins. happy to know it was all a misunderstanding.
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that afternoon, you hastily wiped your tears away thinking about alexia. you had misunderstood her intentions clearly, you were disappointed with yourself.
you heard the banging from the front door and groaned, knowing your fellow england teammates were probably on the other side with ice cream and apologetic smiles.
âi told you both not to follow me-â you huff, the door opening to see alexia standing there, a bouquet of bright flowers in hand. âhola (hello)â she smiles, âwhat are you doing here?â you ask softly, âcan i come in?â you nod, moving back a little so she could step inside. she hands you the flowers and you take them with a confused expression.
what type of rejection was this?
âi heard you speaking to lucy and keira beforeâ she starts nervously, both of you walking to the kitchen so you could put the flowers in water, they were beautiful.
âitâs fine if you donât feel the sameâ you shrink into yourself, brushing the petals of one of the flowers between your fingers.
âhermosa (beautiful)â she calls out, moving around your counter to stand directly in front of you. âme gustas mucho, y quiero estar contigo (i like you a lot, i want to be with you)â she says earnestly, speaking in her mother tongue and hoping you understood because she was speaking from the heart.
you freeze, each and every word quickly translated in your head. âamor (love), youâre very beautiful and nice but you speak very fast, i did not understand a word you said beforeâ she laughs, you canât help but laugh too, shaking your head at how fast you fled the situation.
âiâm sorry, aleâ you grin, âdonât beâ she dismisses, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, relishing in the blush she just produced on your cheeks.
âme gustas mucho (i like you a lot), alexiaâ you smile, she gives you a dazzling expression, appreciating how you spoke her mother tongue to her so she really understood this time. âmuy bien, preciosa! (very good, precious)â she coos affectionately, her hand cradling your cheek as she directed your eyes to hers.
âwe will teach each other, sĂ?â she grins cheekily, you hum along with her words, âsĂâ.
she pulls you closer to place a sweet kiss on your lips, your stomach lurching at how soft they were against yours.
you both smile into it as she drew you closer, your arms wrapping around her neck while her free hand came to rest on the small of your back to press you against her.
she pulls away, not without pressing a few more kisses to your lips through the giggles and the small chatter between the two of you.
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when you both came to training the next day hand in hand, sighs of relief were heard from everyone. lucy whipped out her phone as quickly as she could and sent pictures to the england group chat, your phone blowing up more than ever.
now that the team saw you interact, the teasing somehow got worse every time alexia would kiss you, or even hold your hand.
the pining drove everyone insane but the loved up versions of the two of you were insufferable. you were attached at the hip, just how you and alexia wanted.
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alexiaputellas: mi niña (my girl)
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yourname: mami
âł alexiaputellas: i didnât teach her this
âł marialeonn16: sureeeee
lucybronze: the most annoying couple ever
âł yourname: shut up man
âł leahwilliamsonn: there she is!!
âł keirawalsh: she went soft but is still a shit head
Ⳡyourname: @/alexiaputellas bebé! defend me!
âł alexiaputellas: you are soft
âł yourname: the betrayal is unreal
#woso#woso community#woso x reader#woso fanfics#woso one shot#woso imagine#alexia putellas x reader#alexia putellas
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I love all ur blog sm!! Can I ask abt something with the slashers (specially Thomas <3) with an foreigner!reader that don't quit speak english very well and normally forget words?
(Sorry if something is spelled wrong, English is not my native language lmao)
Absolutely, I can!
And because the request didn't specify, this fic will strictly be about speaking a foreign language.
Sorry if this is inaccurate! I'm a native English speaker and don't know many who aren't. Sorry in advance!!
Slashers x Foreigner!Reader
Micheal Myers:
âąThis man will act like he doesn't care but in reality he's so intrigued. (It might be why you're still alive)Â
âąHeâll spend his time watching you practice your pronunciation and recognition patterns, like it's a movie.
âąIs he a bit mean about it? Yes. Will he laugh? Probably.
âąIf you find yourself not knowing what certain words are and stumble around until you find the right word, You'd be surprised at how patient he is.Â
âąIf you are very new to the English language he'll secretly get you flash cards and stash them into a place he knows you'll find them
âąDespite everything, if you ask him for help, he will help. He might be mute but he can write and use TV to aid you.
Billy loomis & Stu macher:
âąStu is already romanticizing your language, but instead of using the actual name of your language, he calls it âTalking pretty to meâ
âąBilly asks if you want any text books or study equipment to help you on your English speaking journeyÂ
âąBoth boys are a surprising help! Stuttering trying to articulate what you mean? They've already jumped in to, A) help save you some of the embarrassment, and B) give you time to think about what you're trying to say.Â
âąSomeone making fun of you? They're either dead or a social outcast by the end of the week.Â
âąAre you struggling to remember a certain word? These boys are willing play charades until you figure it out. And they won't drop it either, Stu says âItâs bad to give up when you've already come so far.âÂ
âąOver all it's not so bad (Stu 100,000,000% uses Google translate to figure out how to say âi love youâ in your native language)Â
Thomas Hewitt:
âąWhen both of you met, he had never met an actual foreigner before.
âąHe knew people travel around and occasionally some valley girl would end up in their small town, But someone from a whole different part of the world?
âąHis interest in you spiked the moment he heard your accentÂ
âąThomas has so many questions but doesn't know how to ask you
âąWith him being mute and your struggles with English, It's not the easiest relationship. In the end both of you just end up pointing at things and making noises to get your point across.Â
âąAbsolutely loves to listen to you speak in your native language, Even if he'll never understand it.Â
âąWhen he's first trying to court you, he leaves you slightly damaged flowers (he struggled to pick them) to communicate his affection.Â
âąeven with a language barrier, he's gonna love you like no one ever couldÂ
Bubba Sawyer:
âąHe had no idea people outside of America existedÂ
âąWhen You fell into the palm of Texas and his brothers found you failing to remember the word for your favorite snack, They knew you would be an easy target.
âąWhen they kidnapped you and brought you to the basement so Bubba could chop you up, he was fascinated by the way you desperately tried to beg him not to kill you.Â
âąIt ended in a huge fight in the family, But he got everyone to let you live a bit longer.
âąSits Criss Cross applesauce while you speak for your life. You could babble about anything and he would listen intently.Â
âąHe pulls out his alphabet soup machine and spends hours typing with you. (You help him finally get past the clown level)
Bo Sinclair:
âąabsolute meanie, stinky poopy head about it >:(
âąwill mock your stutters and say stuff like âOh come ON! The word is Cat! C. A. T. CAT! What's so hard about that?âÂ
âąIf you speak your native language around him, He thinks you're insulting him or intentionally hiding something.Â
âąâIf you could say it to my face in your language you can say it to my face again in mine!â
âąThe same sentiment is not shared when it involves bedroom fun
âąWill eventually apologize, But that's going to take a whileÂ
Vincent Sinclair:
âąAs another non-speaking fellow he takes his time to make sure you two can understand each otherÂ
âąHeâll mostly use body language and and little doodles to get his point acrossÂ
âąStuttering over a word? He doesn't care, he'll let you work it out without any judgment!
âąWant his help? He has several books, Vincent will just pull out a book he knows as the word in it, flipped to the page, and point at the word.Â
âąLove listening to you talk, In English or not. He'll happily let you yap his ear off.Â
Lester Sinclair:
âąPoor boy was lovestruck when he first heard you talk!
âąFull on heart eyes while you explain where you're from and how you ended up hereÂ
âąIf you end up fumbling on a word he'll start shouting out potential words for what you're trying to say.Â
âąExample: âand then I had tooâŠuhâŠum..â âRun? Pee? Eat? Were you hungry? Are you hungry right now?âÂ
âąSo helpful, I know
âąBut the guy is already googling restaurants based off your native cuisine. He's got the date set up.Â
âąâIt's no biggie, I'm a native English speaker and I still can't get it right!âÂ
Billy Lenz:
âąBilly 100% understands the struggle of finding the right word to sayÂ
âąHe can't stop stuttering himself, so when you start stuttering you kind of reinforce us in his brain that you were meant to be togetherÂ
âąHe feels like he can bond with you over it, and even feel safer around you knowing that you also mess upÂ
âąthe thing is if you start stuttering, he'll start stuttering. If you can't get it by God he will.
âąâW-we can't bo-oth be wrong.âÂ
Brahms Heelshire:
âąthis man will 100% try to learn your language as soon as he finds out you're a foreigner
âąThat man has a huge library, there's bound to be at least one book written in your mother tongueÂ
âąHe spends a lot of time practicing your native language so he can speak to you more comfortably
âąYou already know he has children's learning books he'll pull out if you ask.Â
âąCan't find the word you're looking for? He's already 10 books deep, he'll find it for you.Â
âąBrahms is a well-educated man and he intends to use His years of learning to helpÂ
âąIf you want to take classes to better your English skills he will 100,000% throw money your way to do so.
Hannibal Lecter:
âąNow Hannibal really understandsÂ
âąHe's a Lithuanian who learned English as a 10 year old
âąHe didn't struggle as much, But for the first couple of months you bet he was stumbling.Â
âąIf you're struggling with a word, He has a process of teaching you so you don't forget it again.Â
1) Identify what you're trying to sayÂ
2)Slowly begin to sound out the wordÂ
3)Have you recite the word a few timesÂ
4)He'll either teaches you a little tune to remember or he'll do something so you remember the momentÂ
âąDoes it feel a little condescending? Yes. But it worksÂ
âąHe's also willing to pour an ungodly amount of money into your English education if you askÂ
âąHe'll even teach you himself in his spare time
Will Graham:
âąDoesn't really know what to do, He's a bit awkward about itÂ
âąHe'll also identify the word and repeat it a few times so you can get a better handle on it.
âąHe thinks it's a bit funny and a bit cute when you stutter or mispronounce somethingÂ
âąHe will gently correct you and move on like nothing happenedÂ
The Lost Boys:
âąholy fucking shit this is a cluster fuck, let's do this one by oneÂ
âąDavid
-David, having been around a while, has picked up a couple languages.
-If he does know the language you're speaking he'll speak it back to you and guide you into English better than the other boys couldÂ
-If not, he'll just read your mind and tell you what you're trying to say. It's by far the easiest way to articulate what you mean.Â
âąDwayne
-Dwayne being just slightly younger than David has also picked up a couple languagesÂ
-It's really the same if he does know your language But with a little more verbal teachingÂ
-If he doesn't he'll patiently wait until you figure out what you're trying to say.Â
âąPaul
-as soon as you start to stutter over yourself Paul starts shotgunning words offÂ
-some slightly related to the situation and others wildly out thereÂ
-âDrink? Food? Ocean? Horse? The unforgiving eyes of God and His kingdom???âÂ
-he'll do this to confuse you and have a nice laughÂ
âąMarko
-Marko speaks English and Italian, so if your language isn't one of those two you're kind of shit out of luckÂ
-âCome on babe, you'll get itâÂ
-He finds it a bit funny but still tries to help in little waysÂ
Thanks for reading <3
Sorry if this seems hastily written together, I haven't had the request in a while so I kind of jumped at the opportunity.
#the lost boys x reader#slashers#micheal myers#billy loomis#stu macher#thomas hewitt#bubba sawyer#bo sinclair#vincent sinclair#lester sinclair#billy lenz#brahms heelshire#nbc hannibal#hannibal lecter#will graham x reader#the lost boys#david the lost boys#dwayne the lost boys#paul the lost boys#marko the lost boys#slashers x reader#fluff#sfw#horror movies
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Not gonna lie, sometimes being a writer in my native language feels... isolated and alienating. However not in the 'AO3 stats be low and less than English ones' that maybe one could thought of it at first, no, I know what I am doing writing and posting my non-English fanfics on AO3. I have really good friends and a minor readership that I love.
The isolation and alienation comes from people hating their own native languages and being so vocal (almost proud with others encouraging them) about it. Bet I am not the only who has see this. And I am sorry, but that just feel like hot bullshit. Why do you hate your own language that much? Why do you praise/treat like a better language English and English alone? Why do you say 'ew, a fanfic in my native language!" like that is a completely normal thing to say? I try to come with responses and their logic that aren't plain linguistic colonialism, but I can't. It feels alienating because I see it so. freaking. much. In Tumblr, in Discords, in Reddit, in Twitter, everywhere! Sometimes I have my lows and think 'man am I the wrong here? should I despise my own language, my own (literature) culture? everyone does it'. I respond with a 'no' obviously, since I keep writing in my native language and encourage everyone who approachs me to do it. That still doesn't erase the fact that seeing 'ew fics in my native language sucks!' comments in the wild are pretty demotivating and, to be quite honest, shitty, even if the people doing them aren't from my country.
This kind of feels like a consequence of how... imperialist (for a lack of a better word, sorry) the Internet has become in the past few years. Rather, the whole world, yes; and the Internet is just a part of it so of course fandom got affected by it. If it got affected by this puritanical, bigoted and radfem-y viewpoints, it was just a matter of time for this issue ('fics in English are superior/better in general/better to write/better to got numbers') to chime in. Damned 'globalization'. It was so fast.
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I hate it. I hate it so much. It's been constant for decades (with the exception of a few languages like Mandarin). English isn't special! Whatever century's trade language can reach more people, but that's it: it isn't more beautiful, historic, nuanced, interesting, worthy, whatever.
And god is English not less cringey and terrible when it comes to words for dicks or squelchy sex noises or whatever else people find terminally embarrassing to write about. We native speakers had to get over it in order to write. Native speakers of anything can do the same!
Though, yes, Arabic-speaking anon from last time, I grant you that some languages' speakers are going to have to invent a whole new era of writing in the vernacular. Go forth. Write your Canterbury tales if that's what it takes.
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Tight plans
Summary: Viktor buys Reader a nice little (lacy) present. They discover it while Viktor is still working hard at the lab. Maybe they put it on to see if it fits.
No gendered pronouns used for reader. Afab reader. Not proof read, no guarantee for quality oops
Notes: I'll probably do a part two, depending on how fucked my time management and sleep schedule is going to be the following week. Sorry about the language, I'm not a native speaker. My English professor would be disappointed at my use of inverted sentence structures. I'm sorry. You'll see me again next semester still. Anyway, have fun everyone! Hope you'll never be able to wear tights again :)
It's not unusual for Viktor to be home late from the lab. He's always working hard, that's what you love about him. His attitude towards his passion and his great mind to match it make him as endearing as he's always been to you.
What IS unusual though is the present sitting on your bed. No special occasion. Did you forget your own birthday? No. You might be getting slower but not that slow. Maybe it's meant for someone else. But you throw that idea out of the window as you're holding a small card in your hands, spelling out your name and signed by your loved one with a Love, Viktor.
Well. As it's not an anniversary, and there's not been any big, big news about his or your work either, you decide to just open it. If it was a bomb then Viktor probably had his reasons to blow you up anyway.
You unravel the bow on top of the golden present, hands slightly shaking in anticipation. You wonder what could be inside? Maybe it's the earrings you've looked at longer than necessary at the shop three weeks ago, or a useful tool for your work in the lab. Even though that would not require a bow as decoration. It would've been enough to just... Lay it on your desk and let it find it's way to you while you're working.
But no, it is instead... A pair of tights. Well even with winter on the way, these tights are not made for cold weather or even day to day going out, no matter the season.
Made of black net, with an artistic rose pattern on the back of the calves and sitting at an angle that makes the seam disappear into your ass, these tights can only have one use.
They're... sexy.
A shudder runs through you. There has to be an explanation to this.
Yes, you and Viktor have been together for a few months now and it's going amazing. He's affectionate, he's gorgeous and he understands you better than anyone else in this whole city, if not world. You love even his droopy morning faces or his annoyed expressions when he comes home frustrated after an unsuccessful lab day. But what you love most, right now at least... Yes, well, it's the sex.
You've been with people before and you've had great sex before. But for Janna's sake, the way this man makes you quiver under his body while he fucks into you like a machine built only for one purpose and one purpose only, it drives you insane. He isn't rough but loving in a way that still makes you see stars for the next hour.
So you are not only confused at the reason for this kind of foreplay but also incredibly and utterly horny about it. The thought of Viktor having to shop at a store and pick out this pair of tights specifically for you, paying for them with his hard earned money while he thinks about you and the way you would look in these tights... Him having to plan when and where to give these to you and ultimately deciding on leaving them on the bed while he's at wor-
He's at work. He's at work, knowing that you'll be home earlier than him. He knows that you will unpack this present as soon as you see it, knows that you get too impatient otherwise. And he counts you opening it without him, alone. In your bedroom, right in front of your bedroom mirror. He's thinking about you, seeing these tights and figuring out all of his plans, even playing along with them.
He knows that you will put them on and he knows that you will be waiting for him at home.
Your pussy pulses.
To think that this is the same man that couldn't hold your hand without getting crimson red ears four months ago.
A shudder runs through you. You don't even know what to do. Viktor could be home anytime but he could also stay at the lab for two more hours. It would be nonsensical to put on these tights without him here, just walking around in them without him there, knowing that he pictures you in them but doesn't see them until he's finished at the lab-
Ah, yes.
That makes sense.
It is slightly cool in the apartment when you take of your clothes bit by bit. It's not that you're freezing or anything. You're cold but it's not uncomfortable, it's... ironically, very hot.
You can feel your nipples getting hard underneath your lace bra.
You've put it on since you've had plans of your own on your way to Viktor's place. It doesn't help that your skin feels overly sensible right now. The thought of Viktor thinking about you at this very moment and what you could be doing in his bedroom without him there to observe...
It drives you crazy.
It tingles at the spots where your bra meets with the sensitive skin of your nipples. You can feel your pussy getting wetter by the second, pulsing to your heartbeat. All you can think about is Viktor, his hand on your lower stomach, your tits, your throat, the other directing itself to your burning core, only waiting to be touched by his calloused hand-
You snap out of it, panting. You've not even finished undressing, let alone putting on the beautiful pair of tights driving you crazy right now.
You wonder what his reaction will be. Before you lose yourself in thought again, you decide to finally let this pair of art decorate your body as you wait for the artist to arrive.
You bunch up the fabric until it reaches the toe end of it. Slowly, you let the toes of your right foot enter the smooth net. It stretches beautifully around your foot and spreads up your calves. As it reaches your knees, you see how the pattern paints the back of your calf with black roses and thorns. They follow your hand up to the start of your thighs, as you become a hot mess again.
It is as thought they are his hands wandering over your body. His eyes following every movement your hands make up your body, landing on your inner thighs and the burning desire waiting between them.
What a cruel man to do this to you.
You continue. The tights crawl up your thighs as you enter with your left foot. The same torturous process plagues you until both ends off the tights have reached your hips. At this point you've reached the part where the tights should end and close at your waist.
Instead they continue.
They're not normal tights.
Pulling them further up, you realize that these tights also double as a lace bra. They are as see-through as the rest of the tights but they also repeat the pattern from the calves in the stomach, leading up to your breasts. So you take of your own lace bra, letting it fall to the floor as you don't expect Viktor to have a problem with that later on. He would probably be too distracted to notice anyway.
As you lay the fabric down onto your breasts, one by one, you shiver from the sensation. The pattern and the lace of the fabric stimulate your hardened nipples and make you yearn for a hand similarly stimulating as the pattern, smelling of cologne and freshly brewed coffee.
The fabric closes in the middle of your breasts, creating an oval hole on your stomach. Not only does it look incredible, it also grants easy access for... Later activities.
As you put the straps of the tights on your shoulders, you turn to the mirror standing in the corner of the bedroom. The view makes you gasp. Not only that you feel so hot and ready to be banged against all surfaces of the apartment, you also look unbelievably lewd. It's not something you're used to but it makes you feel powerful. Like you're a goddess waiting for her pray to seduce. Letting your eyes wander across your breasts, your stomach, your hips you turn to look at your ass, which looks fucking burning hot.
But you also notice the hole cut into it.
Hm.
You can feel how wet you are without touching yourself. The anticipation is wrecking your body apart. How much longer is he going to take to come home? You can't walk around like this for hours. It would drive you to the brink of insanity.
You run your hands down your breasts, your sides, your stomach. You can barely touch your thighs before your knees buckle. As you turn your ass to the mirror again, your hands follow your direction. You massage it, feeling the net prickle at your skin and sending irritating shock waves towards your wet pussy. It is driving you bananas.
You bend forwards, looking back to your ass. As you actually see how wet and hot you are between your legs, you clamp your knees together from all the arousal. How can this little piece of fabric make you feel this unbearable way?
As the mirror stands directed towards to bed, you get up on the edge of it on all fours. Bending down your head, shoulders and upper back to the soft plush of Viktor's bed, you look back towards the mirror again.
Wow.
You've never seen yourself in this kind of state before. As you're only hearing your heart beat and your own panting, you don't even register the door keys turning in the front door.
"My fucking god."
You sit up out of surprise.
"No, no please stay like that! My love, you are simply..."
He sighs from endearment.
"...enthralling."
You blush. How come you still blush at his compliments seven months into dating?
"Well-" you lay down your upper body again. "-you were the one who chose and bought this for me, correct?"
You spread your legs just a little wider.
"Frankly, I feel like I should thank you for this gracious present."
You lock eyes with him while running a finger down your dripping pussy.
"How may I repay you, Darling?"
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A/n: Hope you enjoyed this small... Whatever this is :) I'll try to do a part two soon. Hopefully ruined your night with this open ending, let me know if so. Love you xoxo (no, I don't have any lacy underwear to give you)
#arcane viktor#viktor x reader#viktor arcane#viktor x you#viktor league of legends#viktor lol#arcane fanfiction#arcane#league of legends#fanfic#fanfiction#voyerurism
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Dirty old man
Summary: Joel is on his seventies, but he still has needs.
A/N: Ok, so. One pic made the rounds in one of the discord servers I frequent and it made me wild, I won't lie (it was a pic/meme with aged Pedro Pascal). Highly inspired by @toxicanonymity's GILF!Joel (mine is a bit of a perv, but this isn't really a dark fic). It was also inspired by @atticrissfinch's MMITB (I wish I had a fraction of her talent for dirty talk, but I'm not even a native speaker of English, so I do what I can). Now you go read them both, I ASSURE YOU it'll be a good time. Huge thanks for all the people that cheered me on with this: Toxi, @romanarose, @beefrobeefcal, @gwendibleywrites, I love you all. (I must admit that I don't know if I'll ever continue this, honestly, although part of me wants to get to the sex scene. xD)
Pairing: No outbreak old man!Joel x Reader
CW: Joel being bold, dirty talk. That's it <3
No beta, we die like lonely writers xD
It wasnât a bad job.
Sarah wanted to hire you to take care of her father, Joel. He wasnât that old, but years of hard work in construction gave him some mobility issues. Sarah worried he spent too time alone, and that he could fall, get hurt and trapped without help because of his pride (which seemed to be a real possibility, considering Joel didnât want to lose his independence in any way).
You were supposed to get the night shift, which was nice. The night shift was calm, except when it wasnât. Sarah assured you she talked to her father, she wanted to introduce you to him, before you started working.
You prepared for war, if the man was as stubborn and grumpy as his daughter described.
Sarah introduced you and the old man looked at you over his glasses.
âYou sure this pretty thing can lift me off the floor?â He asked, a crooked smirk stretching his lips. You considered answering him, but he raised his face defiantly and winked.
He was teasing his daughter.
You chuckled, to Joelâs delight. Sarah hired you on the spot.
***
Joel was grumpy most of the time. You could understand. Getting older was specially hard on some people. Losing their independence seemed to be a horrifying blow.
You admired the family pictures displayed on the walls and the bookshelves. They showed a younger Joel, large and proud, wearing tight tshirts that showed his big arms.
He didnât change much, to be honest. His hair now was completely silver, as his beard. The wrinkles didnât spoil his roguish smile. He was on his seventies, but looked younger, somehow. You blamed his brown eyes.
***
âYou know what I miss most about my youth?â He said softly one day, entering the living room. You were looking at his pictures. He slowly moved by your side and placed a hand over your back, rubbing gentle circles. âAll the pussy.â
You turned to him, astonished at his boldness. He smirked, then shrugged. You felt your face getting warm and a different, slick, syrupy warmth pooling on your lower belly. He licked his lips and sighed.
âIt was easy to get pussy with those looks.â He pointed at one picture of himself and smiled proudly. âDidnât fuck as much as I wanted, or as much as I could. Tried to be a good dad. Donât regret anything, but... Oh boy, I miss it.â He looked you up and down, his smile turning appreciative.
âThought old pervs like you liked tiny thin teenagers.â You scoffed.
âOnly dumbasses want those.â Joel chuckled, his hand sliding lower on your back. âI like them older. Like you. With those eyes, like you know and did everything under the sun.â Joel hums, closing his eyes. âGet them cockdumb and they cry so sweetly⊠Mmmm, the surprise in their wide eyes...â He licks his lips, watching your reaction. You laugh, trying to hide your own arousal.
âWell, Joel, I think the preference is because they are supposed to be tight.â You said firmly, standing your ground. You refused to look shocked, and you saw no reason to scold him, at least not yet. Maybe it was your pussy talking.
Joel leaned over you slowly; you stayed very still. His warm breath tickled your ear.
âAfter a certain size, honey, everything feels tight.â He said softly, grabbing his half hard cock through his pants. You looked down and gasped, noticing the girth of his bulge inside his huge hand. Joel stepped back, smiling proudly, and moved into the house, dragging his feet. âLemme know if you want a ride, sweetheart. Them blue pills are easy to get.â He turned and winked at you.
#maycore#mayb writes#joel miller x reader#joel miller x female reader#joel miller smut#peepaw can fuck#with some help#but he really can#dirty old man joel
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ÛȘ á° Û« MY OH MY àšà§
based on my oh my by girls' generation
SYNOPSIS. âââââ Yn finds out that her whole relationship has been a bet. To get over her heartache her best friend Sunwoo convinces her to take revenge.
How you might ask? By breaking the culprits heart right back of course!
10jun23 | st. 31/12/23 â fn. 01/07/24
pairing. âââââ Best Friend! Kim Sunwoo x Fem! reader (x Choi Yeonjun)
featuring. âââââ the boyz members, kim chaewon, txt members + mentions of other idols
genre. âââââ smau + written: humor/crack / fluff / angst / suggestive / childhood friends to lovers / college au / revenge relationship / relationship based on bet / slight slow burn
warnings. âââââ timestamps/sm numbers/hair colors mean nothing, sexism/slutshaming, crude humor (kys jokes), mentions of & illusions to of food/sex/drugs/alcohol/cheating/mental illness, use of pictures of yn but only for reference, yn is a sone (snsd fan). more thorough warnings in the actual chapters, please let me know if missed something. this story doesnât describe the idols in real life and is written with a dark skinned poc in mind!
notes. âââââ the taglist is open, send an ask to be added. spam likes are fine but consider reblogging with comments of ur thoughts (not only on my work but on other authors work too! credits to the rightful owners of all the graphics. iâm not a native english speaker! and thank you to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <3
( please give this story lots of love & check out my masterlist )
PROFILES. âââââ SONES INCORPORATED á DA HOMIEZ á MORE COOL KIDS á THE PLAYLIST
STEP 1. GET OVER HIM âș
á° CH 000. prologue: THE NEXT BET
á° CH 001. I H8 MEN
á° CH 002. DONâT BREAK UP WITH THAT LOSER
á° CH 003. THE PLAN
á° CH 004. WHAT COULD GO WRONG?
á° CH 005. *INSERT EVIL LAUGHTER*
á° CH 006. ANNOYING BRAT FOR SALE
á° CH 007. DON'T WORRY YOUR PRETTY BIG HEAD
á° CH 008. NOT OVER HIM
á° CH 009. CLASSIC SUNWOO-YN-BFF-DATE
á° CH 010. THE NERVE AND THE AUDACITY
STEP 2. MAKE HIM FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU âș
á° CH 011. STEP UP MY GAME
á° CH 012. SASSY CAT EMOJI
á° CH 013. A NIGHT ON THE TOWN W/ YN & WOO
á° CH 014. GOOD NIGHT
á° CH 015. HOBBIES FOR SUNWOO
á° CH 016. GRAND DISCOVERY (YN HAS AN IDEA)
á° CH 017. JUNS UNAPPROACHABLE AND COLD GF
á° CH 018. HANGING OUT WITH MY BFS FRIENDS
á° CH 019. BE HONEST WITH YOURSELF
á° CH 020. DONâT WORRY ABOUT ME
STEP 3. BREAK HIS HEART âș
á° CH 021. CODE ORANGE
á° CH 022. I FUCKED UP
á° CH 023. HITCH IN THE ROAD
á° CH 024. CONSIDER AND MAKE SURE
á° CH 025. WHAT MAKES THE HEART GROW WHAT?
á° CH 026. BALLOON FLOWERS
á° CH 027. REJECTION + ANEURYSM = WENT WELL
á° CH 028. MAKEUP
á° CH 029. BALLOON FLOWERS VERSUS ROSES
á° CH 030. MINE (HIS)
á° CH 00I. epilogue: A PEAK IN SUNYNâS LOVE
á° CH 0II. ASK THEM ANYTHING EVENT
á° AFTER WORD
special thanks (& follow these awesome ppl). âââââ to @yuyusuyu @kodzumo @tocupid @leo-seonghwa @seonghwaddict @felixsramen : i have to give you six an extra special thanks because you all motivated and supported me so much while i was stressing and being annoying, just so you know guys are my motivation! (the other message is also to you all ofc)
and to @yunstarz @nyukyujs @rieuvie @thelargefrye @i-luvsang @cybrsan @gyumibear @pocketjoong @jaehunnyy @nebulousbrainsoup @justhere4kpop @xpixie @atinycafe @brrrkdslek @phantom-webber @a1sh1teruu @starryunho @aestheticsluut @end0rchans @yourfatherlucifer @alixnsuperstxr @girls4cheol @cheollipop @mintgki @aoi-turtle @renstears @42e15 @alixnsuperstxr @mrowwww @hwaightme @paradiqms @starrysvn @tubatu-wari-wari @kitten4sannie @chokchokk @hee0soo @joong-of-gold @armysantiny @evilsailorsenshi @mundayoonimnida @aapplepii @juhakutie : first of all i donât expect you to read or interact with this fic, you might not even stan the boyz or like this sorta thing but i tagged you all because of one reason and one reason only; to tell you that you all make tumblr such a lovely and inspirational place for me, whenever i see ur accs it brightens my day because i know what great ppl are behind them, i just wanted to say that i think that you are amazing and i want to use this post to thank you! happy new years and i love you everyone (and you whoâs reading this)
my oh my © ad0rechuu, 2023. do not copy/repost.
#á° MY OH MY â smau#ad0rechuu â works#the boyz#the boyz social media au#the boyz smau#the boyz masterlist#the boyz sunwoo#sunwoo smau#sunwoo social media au#kim sunwoo#sunwoo#the boyz x reader#sunwoo x reader#sunwoo au#the boyz au#the boyz twitter#the boyz x black reader#kpop social media au#kpop smau#kpop x black reader
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"So sue me for moving on and doing everything right. For being something you can't forget" | LN4
Parings: Lando Norris x Bisexual!Reader.
Summary: after that night where you saw lando with the opposite of you, you made sure he regretted leaving you behind. You both continued with your lives but you being friends with all of his friends made things tricky. Did you both really move on?
PART 2 OF "OPPOSITE"
Now playing: "Sue me" by Sabrina Carpenter.
Word count: +2,7k.
Warnings: reader has a girlfriend. Mentions os sex. Insinuating. Angst. Not a happy ending I think (?). Not a native English speaker so there could be errors. Not proofread.
Author's note: hope you like it and it's enough as a sequel! Don't forget to like or reblog! And follow me so we can be friends :3 (and have mate together!)
MASTERLIST
Since that tragic and heartbreaking night when Lando ate another girl in front of your nose who didn't look any closer to you - you decided it was real-time to move on.
The fact that he had the audacity of calling you beautiful after kissing her was too much for you to handle.
But you also decided to make his life a living hell if you could. You were vengeance. You would make him regret his decision as long as you needed to. The thing was you kept on seeing each other because you had so many friends in common that it was just impossible to not see each other ever again.
After that night you fell into a depressive hole. It was really hard and intense. You needed to grieve him. You didn't know how to function properly anymore. Your brain tortured you with contrasting images of Lando calling you beautiful, perfect, gorgeous, pretty, cute, baby. You constantly were rumbling around it. The whole day. And the whole night. Hou felt miserable. Your whole life together felt like a completely stupid lie. You felt stupid. Very stupid. How could you believe him? How could you not? You were so in love with him. For you, he was the one. He was your favorite song - the one that just comforts you and makes you feel happy and special. He made you feel special. But it turned out you weren't because he chose to date the opposite of you a few months after allowing the end of your relationship. It felt so unreal. It felt terrible. The image of them kissing made you nauseous. And you had to run to the bathroom and throw up. It was embarrassing. Shameful. It was heartbreaking to see. You were sure that if you didn't have your friends to back you up you wouldn't have done it. Sadness was your new personality and you lost all of your confidence. You didn't even know how to talk to people. You thought they wouldn't ever like you because you didn't look like her. Or even laugh like her. Or touch like her.
Did she touch him better than you did? Was she a better sight naked? Was she as fun? As loyal? As empathic?
You didn't want to know. There was no self-confidence left in your person. You were just an outsider in your own body. You didn't feel enough. You changed your style to baggy huge clothes so you could hide in them. Yes, they were more comfortable and expressed your personality better in your opinion. But on the therapist, the truth was you hid. You hid from the world because you felt so humiliated by the fact he chose her after you. She was better than you in every aspect.
You became obsessed with her for a while. Stalking her socials like crazy comparing. You couldn't stop. Every picture she uploaded with him was dissected destroying every single bit of your heart. She was gorgeous. Flawless skin. Trendy lips. Brown eyes. Blonde hair. Skinny and curvy. Everything you felt you were not. You always ended up sobbing in your bed. You couldn't believe you believed he loved you. That he found you attractive. All the times he said he needed you turned into nightmares. How could he need me if he now has her? There was nothing that could help you make you feel better.
Carlos was that one guy friend you are grateful for. He helped you so much. He knew Lando but he also loved you. And he was as much of a friend to him as he was to you. And he didn't fail you. He was one of the reasons you are better healthier and happier now. He listened to you every night. And made sure you knew you weren't the monster you thought you were. Also, your best friend didn't leave your side for a second. She was everything to you. Without her, there wouldn't be you.
It took you a few couple of months to start to progress. You started feeling better day by day. Your friends always made sure you were comfortable and if you needed to talk they were there for you - always ready to cheer you up.
Things got tricky when the birthday parties started. You knew it was impossible for Lando not to attend to his friend's birthdays so you needed to go through that test. The scariest test. Which was to see Lando again without crying or dying trying. It was the hardest part for you. You didn't want to ignore him but the few could of first times you did. You couldn't even look at him. He came along with his girlfriend. That girlfriend. And it was painful for you to watch. Seeing him kiss someone else. You missed his lips so much. He touched her the way you loved. You thought of stopping being friends with everyone so you didn't have to go through all of that. But eventually, you stopped carrying. You started talking to other guys and girls and you now have dates again and regaining confidence in yourself.
Once you felt you were back to your best version that's when Landon regretted everything he did. And realized he had made the worst choice of his life. And that there was no coming back from there.
One day he was just driving around when he remembered he had forgotten his rings to Osxarâs apartment. So he asked Oscar if he could stop by and pick them up. He agreed and mentioned you were there because you were very close to Oscarâs girlfriend. He got nervous. He doubted for a few seconds at the red light. He wasn't sure if it was appropriate. Since that horrible night, as he remembered it, he didn't know how to talk to you. He was lucky you only saw each other in crowded and public spaces so you didn't have to talk or look at each other. You could just ignore each other and that was it.
He broke up with Hanna, his ex, a few weeks ago. The relationship was going nowhere and she was very toxic at some point. He always knew he didn't love though. He didn't want to admit he chose her so he could forget about you faster. But of course, it didn't work. And he hated himself now for purring you into so much pain. He just didn't make the best decisions in life. But he decided to get his shit together and fix himself. No dating life till he figures it out. Or that he wanted to believe.
After a few minutes of driving he accepted to go to Oscarâs. He needed to face reality once in a while. You two couldn't keep ignoring each other and make everyone uncomfortable. Maybe there was still a possibility you could be friends at least. Or he hoped for that.
You were at Oscarâs happily chatting and eating fruit in his living room. You had your papaya-matching pajamas with his girlfriend. You loved them both so much. You just were gossiping about the drama happening at the University you attended. You were studying engineering. You were proud of yourself. Your dream was one day working on an F1 team. You loved strategy so maybe one day you could win a championship. The bell rang capturing your attention. Oscar answered and announced it was Lando. You felt weird instantly. Uncomfortable. But tried to brush it off as if it was nothing. Because it wasn't right?
You said hi to him like you normally said to anyone. He said hi to the three of you and asked for his rings.
When he saw you he felt he was about to faint. It's been a while since you two last saw each other. And you looked beautiful. Orange was your color. He loved it on you. He always fell for you in orange. He didn't know if it was part of your plan or just destiny torturing him. He tried to play it cool like he wasn't feeling what he was feeling.
Your eyes were locked on his frame. You haven't seen him in a while. You felt kinda excited to see him again to your surprise. He looked incredibly handsome from your point of view. The Sunlight was brightening his face making his eyes bluer and shiny. You just tried to brush off this thought in your head. You have a girlfriend now. And it's been more than a year since everything ended. You shouldn't feel this way. You wouldn't feel the need to take off his hoodie and give him head. So you could feel your effect on him. How he begs you for more. That you're such a good girl. His best girl. The prettiest one.
You just looked to the other side. Ashamed of such a thought. Of course, the air was tense and the interactions were a bit awkward between the four of you in that silent apartment. You readjusted in your site and swallowed hard. You looked at him again now with his rings on smiling and talking happily with Oscar about paddle matches and barbecues with the boys. You licked your lips. Your heart was racing fast and you just needed to get out of there. You stood announcing your departure. The boys looked at you a bit confused because you kind of interrupted his conversation.
âYeah I think I should head out too,â Lando said while you picked your stuff up off the sofa. You glanced at him a bit and hugged Oscar's girlfriend with a smooch on her cheek. âSee you beautiful,â you said. And she smiled. You then hugged Oscar and he led both you and Lando out of his apartment.
When he closed the door you called the elevator. Uncomfortable silence between you two. Tense. You didn't want to look at him. And he didn't wanna do it either. The elevator arrived and you both jumped in.
âDo you need a lift?â he asked breaking the silence between you too. His voice is a bit shaky. You finally looked at him.
âIf that's okay I'll take itâ you answered softly. He nodded giving you a little smile. You didn't even know why you accepted. This will get you in so much trouble. But you couldn't help it. It was Lando. And whether you wanted to believe it or not - he was the love of your life. It never mattered how son of a bitch he was to you. One way or another you just fell for him like the first time. Though you don't like thinking about it when you are in a relationship.
You got out of the building in silence neither of you wanted to say anything. The tension was cutting deep in both of you. Landon led you to his car. A very not-so-secrecy car. He opened the door for you and you just hopped in. He rounded his car and got up on the pilot seat. When his door closed the silence intensified. You didn't say or look at each other for a few minutes. He didn't even turn on the car. You sat there in silence.
âYou still live where you always lived?â he finally asked turning on the car. You looked at him. Your heartache intensified.
âYeah, I do,â you said in almost a whisper. He nodded and started driving towards your place. He turned on the radio and it was Ed Sheeran playing. You tried to concentrate on looking by the windows if possible the whole trip.
He looked at you by the corners of his eyes. He didn't find words to say. But in some twisted way, he found comfort in this situation. You looked so gorgeous he just couldn't stop looking at you every chance he had while driving.
âYou could try to be not so obvious. You're eating me alive with your eyesâ you told him out of nowhere making him skip a beat. You looked at him directly for the first time since you got out of the apartment.
âI'm sorry. You look too gorgeous I can't help myself. I know I shouldn't and it's disrespectful but yeah, I won't lie about itâ he kind of defended himself. You rolled your eyes a little irritated surprisingly.
âI don't believe you anymore when you say that about me if it was true you wouldn't broken up with meâ you spitted. A mix of hurt and anger in your voice.
âOh c'mon y/n. I told you I was sorry. I was an idiot that night. And I needed to focus on my career and yeah in that I lied to you because I jumped into another relationship quickly. And⊠I don't care if you believe me or not but I dated her just because I wanted to forget you and I thought it would work but it didn't. I felt stupid. Because you were right. You're always right. I was a selfish asshole. I was in love with you for real but I fucked it up. And yeah I've felt like shit since then so I already paid for my sinsâ he said with a deep crackly voice. A mix of desperation and upset in his voice. He was sad and angry at the same time. At him.
You looked at him trying to figure out whether you were being fooled again or not. You sighed stressed. You wanted him to rot in hell for what he did. But as of right now, you don't know if that's what you wanted.
âI have a girlfriend you know,â you told him not looking at him. You didn't wanna cry. And you knew yourself too well to be sure that if you did you would break.
âI know,â he said shortly and coldly. You played with your fingers nervously. âAt least we could try to be friends?â he now says with a cracky voice. Your heart wouldn't take any more of this. You felt so gutted.
âNo, we can't be friends. I never wanted to be your friend in the first placeâ you answered him. You heard him have a deep sigh. He didn't know what to do anymore.
You stayed in silence for the rest of the ride. When you got home he stopped by your door. You didn't move for a few seconds.
âI really hate you, Lando. I hate you made me love you so deeply that I will never be able to get over you. And all of the memories we made will haunt me for the rest of my life and kill meâ you confessed. He was looking at you but you didn't. âI hate that I really wanna kiss you right now and lose my shit just to be able to feel you again but I won't.â you finally looked at him. He got into a trance. His heartbroken yet he wanted to kiss you so badly. He stared at your face analysing every feature. Your lips looked so tasty in that lipstick. Those shorts showed your beautiful and sexy legs. He knew you weren't wearing a bra. He leaned to you, but you stopped him with your hand.
âYou need to pay for your sins still baby boyâ you whisper so close to his face that sent shivers down his spine. He was so turned on now. And you knew and you were enjoying it. You were too but you won't let him win. âYouâll have to sue me for looking so pretty while you can't have me. Sue me for wearing your favorite color and you can't do anything about it. Sue me for being something you won't be able to forget Lando. You can't have me anymore and I just wish this is the karma for you to rot in hell for what you didâ you whispered so sexy. With a needy voice. And a malicious undertone. You had him speechless. You smiled victorious though you really wanted to fucked him right there and show him what is like to have the best sex you'll ever have in your life. But you just pushed him away from you softly and got out of his car without saying anything else. You close the door behind you and get into your house not looking back.
Landon can believe what you did. And how he felt. He was already hard. And you left. And you hated him. But then why did he feel you wanted him as much as he did a few moments before?
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Learning Their Language (Valorant X Reader)
The protocol is about as international as it gets, and although most of them are bilingual there can be a bit of a language barrier. You and your S/O decided to practice a bit of their native language so you could. (Iâm bilingual in Spanish so everything else me actually learning words, so it may not sound like a native speaker). Like, reblog, and comment pls :) Special thank you to @darthladyofillusions for help translating the Turkish and Japanese!
Gekko - SpanishÂ
âOye Y/N, que onda?â Gekko asked as he entered the lounge and sat next to you on the sofa
âNada, estoy ehh⊠Iâm just sitting here. I don't really know how to say that yetâŠâ you trailed off with a bit of a weak laughÂ
âY/N, donât worry about it. Itâs good that you can understand when Iâm saying hi.â
âBut I want to know moreâŠâ you paused and looked at him, then an idea struck
âYou could teach me, you and I spend so much time together and it isnât like it would be studying in school.â
Gekko stared back at you for a couple of seconds and then sat up quickly
âIâd totally teach you Spanish Y/N!â His excitement matched yours, and a wide grin spread across his face
A few weeks went by between you and him doing the basics of Spanish. Practicing phrases for callouts helped a lot for the field, but even simple responses like âde acuerdoâ or âun poquitoâ became more common for you
During a particularly slow day, Brimstone called a meeting. Gekko and you sat together as usual
Part way through the meeting, Gekko whispered âCreo que vamos a morir en esas sillas. Seremos esqueletos secos cuando Brim esta terminado.â
You understood his joke clearly and stifled your laughter the best you could. Gekko had made a habit of telling jokes in Spanish for only you and him
Unless of course Reyna was in the room, at which point sheâd join in. Reynaâs Spanish was quicker than when Gekko spoke to you, but you had learned to pick out a few words
âDime Gekko, ÂżquĂ© quieres comer anoche? We got some skirt steaks in so we can make some ar-achera.â you looked over at Gekko, a puzzled expression on his face
âComo? Que dijiste Y/Nâ
âArachera?...â
âYou arenât rolling the R in âarracheraâ right. Say it like this: Arrr-A-che-Ra.â
âAr. A! Ara!â You tried to pronounce it the same way he did but just werenât used to making that sound
âWell do you have any advice on how to roll an R?â
âJust put your tongue on the roof of your mouth.â he replied, taking a step closer to you while you tried to pronounce it correctly
âComo eso amor.â he leaned in and kissed you softlyÂ
âOn the top of the mouth, Y/N. If you can kiss, you should have no problems with saying it right.â
âFue incredibleâŠâ you whispered as he pulled back. Gekko was blushing as much as you were and giggled quietly
The rest of the evening was spent grilling, cutting vegetables, and making crude jokes in Spanish
Wingman nearly ran away with some of the plated arepas you and him had made. After rescuing them, you had your dinner together
âOye Mateo,âÂ
He looked up mid biteÂ
âI never got to thank you for how much youâve done for me. MuchĂsimas gracias a todos. Y tu sabes eso, pero te amo. Eres mi querido.â you worried you sounded too much like a telenovela but caught Gekko smiling
âDe nada Y/N. Eres el amor de mi vida tambiĂ©n.â
Chamber - FrenchÂ
âBonsoir Y/N, ça va?â Chamber called to you from behind right as you entered the workshopÂ
âI donât know what you just said Vincent. I can only understand when you speak English.â
âBut Y/N, you could learn. After all, youâd have the finest tutor in all of France to teach you.â Chamber moved closer and looked over your shoulder as you began to disassemble a pistol
âYouâd actually teach me?â you asked, trying to fight the urge to turn around and meet him face to face
âCertainly Y/N. For two people to share a language is a wonderful thing. They work better together and they become so much closerâ
His offer got the better of you, and you relented. You turned to face him as he stood up and met your stare
âIâll do it then. Especially if it means we can spend a little more time together.â
Chamber adjusted his glasses and smiled. âMagnifique Y/N.â
For the next couple of weeks you met with Chamber whenever you could. Lessons tended to be something you looked forward to
âNon, non, Y/N. It would be a travesty for you not to assist on le mission. Je mâennuie Ă mourir sans toi. Tu es beaucoup trop amusant pour partir.â Â
âJe le pense aussi, but do you think Iâd just get in the way? I thought youâd be solo on this one.â
âY/N,â Chamber affixed his glasses and studied your hesitancy, âJ'adorerais ta compagnie Y/N.â
The mission was a strike on some Omega agents in the Pyrenees range. After some light exercise and carefully placed shots, you and him retired to safehouse in the mountains
âAh Y/N, puis-je vous offrir quelque chose Ă boire? Txakoli ou Sauvignon Blanc?â Chamber lifted two bottles for you to decide on
âJe voudrais le blanc, sâil vous plait.â you added on extra politeness knowing it would impress Chamber. Plus going with a French wine would make him proud
âA good choice,â he replied while pouring your glasses. âEs-tu installĂ© confortablement?â
âOui, but I have to wonder why we have a wine selection at a safehouse.â you slyly asked. Chamber gave you knowing glance
âUnless, someone went to great lengths for some time together. Avez-vous prĂ©vu cela?â
âPeut-etre.â Chamber answered, feigning ignorance and peering at his wine glass. His eyes mischievously darted to you
âYou knowâŠwhile Iâve been learning French, I never did learn how to say something I always wanted to learn.â
âQuoi? And that would be?â Chamber inched closer to you set his glass down
âKiss me.â you answered, leaning towards him and gazing into his enthralling eyes
âEmbrasse-moi.â Vincent whispered before taking his opportunity. He held your head and kissed you gently
After a while, you found yourself resting across Chamberâs chest. You looked up at the agent and caught him smiling down at you
âJe tâaime.â you quietly spoke
âJe tâaime aussi, Y/N.â
Fade - Turkish
It was getting late in the night and you were headed towards your room
âHey, Y/N.â Fadeâs voice made you jump and you turned to see her leaning against the wall just out of sight
âMerhabaâŠâ you groaned absent-mindedly. The lack of sleep was finally catching up to youÂ
âWhat was that? Y/N TĂŒrkçe mi öÄreniyorsun?â her typical scowl replaced with deep interest
âI mean, only a little. I donât know if Iâll keep doing it though.â
â...Well I could offer a few minutes every so often. İlgini çeker mi?
âE-Evet. Tesekkurler Fade!â despite your exhaustion, you still had trouble sleeping that night
The following couple of nights you spent in Fadeâs room with a cup of tea and a few notes you scribbled down
Most of the practice was just chatting together about life at the protocol and the day to day
â⊠Ăç saatlik sorguyu izlemem gerekti. Ăç saat.â Fade too a long sip of çay and laid back on a pillow
âReally, 3 hours and nothing? That must have been boring.â
âTĂŒrkçe Y/N.â She chided
âUzgunum! Ne kadar sıkıcı!â You quickly corrected yourself and adjusted your seat
âAnyways Y/N, GĂŒnĂŒn nasıldı?â Fade reclined back and trained her gaze on you
âUghh, tipik. KeĆke yapacak daha çok Ćeyim olsaydı.ïżœïżœ you lamented. Â
âI can lend you a few books. Ä°ster misin?â Fade picked a few hard cover books from her nightstand and offered them to you
Almost half asleep, you took one and looked it over the summary. Despite theÂ
âUykum geldi Hazal, Iâm gonna head over to myâŠroom.â You yawned and drowsily made your way towards the door but fell asleep where you were.Â
Fade moved over to you and placed on of her blankets over you. She stood, captivated by how peacefully you slept
The following morning you woke up in her room and began to make your way to your own
âGĂŒnaydın.â Fade had caught you once more while you tried to quietly exit. In her hands was the book she gave you last night
âUnuttum! Thank you for reminding me.â you took the book back and set it your room
You met Fade outside your room after your morning routine. Both of you had the day off, so spent it together
Youâd chat in Turkish about plans and privately made arrangements to meet together outside for çay after most of the protocol went to sleep
 Most of the day was gossipping in Turkish and sharing stories from before the protocol. Fadeâs were usually dramatic considering her history, yours were a little more uplifting
Once the moon was hanging over the headquarters, you crept quietly to the spot with freshly made çayÂ
âÄ°yi akĆamlar Y/N.â Hazal greeted you with a slight smile. âOtur Y/N.â
Taking a seat next to her, you began to sip your tea and chat with Hazal about how much things had changed for the both of you since joining Valorant
By the time the tea was finished, you had your head rested on Hazalâs shoulder while she held your hand
A thought crossed your mind
âHey Hazal, TĂŒrkçeâdeâŠI love you, nasıl denir?â you grinned as the words left your mouthÂ
Her eyes drifted towards you and she raised an eyebrow. Her green and blue eyes studied your growing apprehension
Without warning, she took hold of the back of your head and pulled you in close
Her kiss was impulsive and quick, and she held you gently as if trying to shield you from the surrounding darkness
When you broke the kiss, your face was flushed with surprise. The night air felt twice as cool against the warmth in your cheeks
âSeni seviyorum, Y/N.âÂ
Yoru - Japanese
âOi, Y/N, pass me the wrench.â Yoru had his face buried in his bike as usual, and you were helping out and catching up
âHai douzoâŠâ you muttered. Yoru grabbed a hold of it and began fastening something, then stopped
âDid you just speak fucking Japanese?â He sat up, almost hitting his head on the exhaust pipe and looked at you with suspicion
âI did, so what?â you replied. Yoru was always saying something in Japanese, so you decided to learn what you couldÂ
âAnd why did you decide to learn Japanese, out of all of the languages to learn?â Yoru leaned on the bike
â Betsu ni.â you shot back nonchalantly before folding your arms and smugly grinning at Yoru
âWell youâre sort of shit at it.â Yoru enjoyed the sudden embarrassment and doubt you felt before making his final move
âKomatta koto ga attara kike ne. Just make sure your questions arenât annoying. Wakatta?â His attempt to seem uncaring was outweighed by his offer
A few weeks went by of you and Yoru throwing barbs at each other in Japanese or just exchanging short phrases
âYoru-kunnnâŠâ you purred. It was just you and him in the locker rooms and you were being a little adventurous with new honorifics
âY/N. Ima nan to itta?â Yoru twisted around with a scowl forming while one eyebrow lifted
âOh, nothing. Trying out some more words, Yoru-kun!âÂ
Yoru took a deep breath and sighed. Â
âItâs dumb as hell to use that outside of Japan. Nobody uses it outside of businessmen trying to kiss someoneâs ass and people who donât know better.â
âJa dou yobou ka?â If he wasnât gonna use it, youâd go with something else to call him.
âOre no namae de kimatteru da. Same as you Y/N.â Yoru began combing his hair and dressing into some casual clothing
âFine then, Iâll use something else. Yatsu work for you?â
Yoru was almost proud of you for that
âAnata wada warugaki.â
More weeks passed by with you learning some more obscenities from Yoru. His days of crime taught him an assortment of terms you eagerly applied to your own learning
Soon, you and him were assigned to break into a building and sabotage some equipment
Once you were done, you and Yoru were free to enjoy yourselvesÂ
âGot any plans for us Y/N?â
âTokunai nai.â
âGood. Come with me then.â He pushed past you and grabbed your hand. Before you knew it you were traveling through his rift
Suddenly, you found yourself on a rooftop overlooking the city. Yoru teleported behind you holding some bags and taking a seat on the ledge
âCome on Y/N, foodâs gonna get cold.â
âArigatuo Ryo.âÂ
Steam drifted from the udon as you held it for warmth against the cold night. Yoru took notice and moved closer without a word
âHey Yoru, Kisusuru no mi wa nandesu?â you asked while resting your head on his shoulder
Yoru froze for a second, you felt him tense his arm ever so slightly. His eyes moved over to you and a small smirk began to form on his face
âMou ikkai ie, Y/N.â
Beginning to answer, âKisusuru no-âÂ
Yoru pressed his lips to yours and passionately kissed you. It was as if he had been waiting an eternity to do itÂ
Your arm snaked around his waist and he did the same to you. Warmth from him eased your shivering against the wind
He broke off the kiss and gazed into your eyes. You couldnât tell if the blushing was coming from excitement or the cold
âImi wa kore da yo. But do you know the meaning of aishiteru, Y/N?â
âAnata no koto daisuki.â left your mouth instinctively
Yoru and you watched the lights of the city together for the rest of the night
Sova - RussianÂ
âHorosho Y/N, excellent marksmanship!â Sovaâs applause was worth every extra hour of practice at the range
âIt was your advice that helped the most. Thank you again for the lessons!â Sova took your rifle as you thanked himÂ
âSova, I have a bit more to ask. Just a little favor, but only if you feel like it!â you instantly realized how much you were over clarifying
âYou always have my help, Y/N. What is it you would like?â
âCan you teach me some Russian? I always hear you speaking it and I thought it would be fun to learn it.âÂ
âThat would be wonderful!â Sovaâs eyes lit up in excitement. Later he brought you a small book, a Russian language manual
âI had a few books delivered here from the mainland. Vam eto nravitsya?â
âKonechno, spasibo!â you quickly thanked him with the Russian you had practiced
You and Sova took turns trying out words in conversation. It was a little intimidating, but his encouragement got you through the embarrassment
âKharoshaya rabota!â âVpechatlyayushchaya!â âChudesnyy!âÂ
You and him started to meet for occasional chats in Russian, usually starting with a compliment on somethingÂ
This eventually continued over into missions, where you and him would use Russian because it was quicker
âY/N! Zaryadite seychas!â Sova yelled while aiming a recon arrow. You stampeded in and dispatched the hostile agents with his help
After recovering from the fight, you and him were together in the lounge and chatting in a mixture of Russian and English
âOh, I almost forgot! Imeyte eto!â Sova passed you another book, a copy of your favorite book but in Russian print
âMy mozhem prochitat' eto vmeste.â Sova was softly smiling and seemed lost in how happy he had made you
You practically crushed him with a hug. You buried your face into his sweater before pulling him onto the couch
Opening the book, you flipped through the pages to the front and found the start of the first chapter. Noticing the cover was loose, you adjusted it and your eye caught something
In elegant cursive was written: âya lyublyu tebya, Y/Nâ hidden away under the cover. Curious as to what it was, you asked Sova
âAh, Ń ne dumal, chto ty skoro eto zametish'!â he was blushing and nervously twisted a strand of blonde hair
âSova, chto eto znachit?â you asked, puzzled
âIt means, I love you. Ty dlya menya vse Y/N.âÂ
You decided to try some Russian you had learned for a moment just like this
âPotseluy menya.â you leaned in and Sova did as well
You placed the book down and embraced Sova. He was warm, and the comfort you felt in his arms was akin to sitting near a fireplace
Sovaâs kiss was strong, but gentle. His calm demeanor and tendency to take his time made the moment seem to last forever
âĐŻ tozhe tebya lyublyu.â you whispered into his ear
Neon - Tagolog
âKamusta ka Y/N!â Neonâs infectious energy broke through the boredom of filing a battle report
âIâm alright,â you put the report down and figured it was complete enough, âwhat about you?â
âJust trying to kill time. You still have the copy of that comic I lent you? Phoenix wanted a copy soâŠâ
Rummaging through the books on your shelf, you pulled a volume from the collection. A few books fell as you did so
Neon immediately went to help you place them on her shelf started replacing them. She suddenly paused
âY/N, is this a Tagalog learning manual?â she turned over to you and held the book upÂ
â-uh, yeah it is. I may have picked it up after we started spending more time together.â A sheepish look was your only defense
âYou couldâve just asked me to teach you. I mean I could totally do that if youâre interestedâŠâ Neonâs hair was beginning to stand on end as she waited for a response
âO pakiusap.âÂ
For a few days, you and Neon met together for lessons. Of course it was mainly her correcting a few phrases while the two of you went for a run or chatted
Sheâd also drop a few new words in every time, mostly whenever you couldnât remember oneÂ
On a late morning jog, you and her took a rest on some of the benches inside the gym and caught up
âPagod ka na ba?â Neon was already stretching her legs and retying her shoes
âIlang lap pa?â you sputtered out, still catching your breath. You loved running with her, but she never got tiredÂ
âEh, who cares anyway. Anong gagawin mo ngayong gabi?â Neon asked, taking a moment to crack her shoulders and neck
âBukas na ang gabi ko.â Normally you had a few plans with other agent, but tonight you were all hers
âAgh!â Neon winced. âY/N, you mind getting this one spot on my shoulder? Sobrang sakit.â
âO Tala,â you took a seat behind her and felt around her back until you touched the knot. You took your elbow and pressed into itÂ
A shock shot through your body and sent you tumbling backwards. As you regained your composure, Neonâs panicked eyes caught yours
âPatawad Y/N!â Neon cried. She carefully helped you to your feet and offered her water bottleÂ
âHuwag mag-alala, it happens.â you had been shocked a few times before and Neon was always worried about you
âI- patawarin mo ako. I shouldnât be around you Y/N.â she apologized profusely and sprinted away to her room
Hours passed and Neon hadnât left her room. By mid-evening, you decided that she had spent enough time alone and knocked on her door
âTALA!! Buksan mo ang pinto!âÂ
The metal panels slide apart and you entered. Huddled in on her bed was Tala, hiding under her hoodie
âYou shouldnât feel bad Tala, ayos lang ako?â you gestured to yourself to emphasizeÂ
âHindi ko mapigilang gawin ito.â Neonâs regret clung to each word, as she dug herself deeper into her clothes
You decided to use a trick you had absolute faith in to get her out of the pit she found herself stuck in
Neon reacted with surprise as you suddenly held her and kissed her. She froze, arms raising to keep you away
Wrapping your arms around her, you ran your hands over her back gently. Neon melted into you, but broke the kissÂ
âY/N, I-.â
âHuwag kang mag-alala,â you interjected, âtumutok sa kung ano ang maaari nating kontrolin.â
Neonâs teary eyes were filled with a mix of hope and relief
âSalamat Y/N. Paano ako makakabawi sayo? Please, I canât thank you enough!â
âWell, anong plano mo ngayong gabi?â you were going to make sure the night she planned didnât go to waste
âI rented some movies, well Cypher pirated them for me. Gusto mo silang panoorin magkasama?â she tapped finger nervously on her bed
âOf course! Magugustuhan ko iyan!â Â
With that, you and Neon spent most of the evening cuddled together in her room. About half way through the second film, she leaned over to you and whispered
âMahal kita Y/N.â
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"You speak French??"
The translations were made by me, as I'm a native French speaker! tho, if you have any issues/questions/see any mistakes, don't be afraid to point them out!
The fact that you never admitted to speaking French to the residents of the mansion was a simple lie of omission. You didnât think it was that important at first, and then you also noticed how much of an advantage that was. This meant you could spy on some of residents without much trouble at all. Sadly, the charade couldnât last forever.
NAPOLEON
He had a habit of rambling in French to himself. Random thoughts, most of them unimportant and simple little reminders to do something later. But every once in a while, he would mumble something that caught your attention, and youâd have to hold in your laughter. He had to stop though, once he realized you understood what he was saying and was absolutely humiliated.
It had been a rough day, and the man was frustrated. Between the bickering kids and the eccentric residents, he was practically boiling. That was reason enough to be mumbling insults and such.
âCâest juste des cons. Pas capable de se la fermer, tous inutiles.â
(Theyâre just idiots. Canât shut up, useless.)
And it came out before you could even think about it. You just had to.
âQuand mĂȘme, c'est un peu mĂ©chant M. NapolĂ©on. Mais je lâadmets⊠ils sont un peu lourds.â
(Well, thatâs a bit rude Mr. Napoleon. But Iâve got to admit⊠they are a bit annoying)
The look on his face was absolutely priceless. Surprise, confusion, worry, all of it. Napoleon opened his mouth once, then closed it. he reopened it again and closed it once more. Third timeâs the charm they sayâŠ
âSince whenâŠ?â
âAh, thatâs my little secret. Just donât tell the other, will you?â
Suspicion crossed his face.
âWhy?â
âYou know, itâs a great advantage to have. Would be a shame to lose it.â
âYouâre a devil Nunuche, but a smart one Iâll admit.â
And with a chuckle he left the room
COMTE DE SAINT-GERMAIN
You intended to tell him at first. When he started bringing you to all those dinners, galas, and parties for the aristocrats of the city. You wanted to speak with him and the other attendants. But as soon as they heard the accent in your âbonsoirâ, they switched to English, and you rolled with it for some reason. Now it had been months, and you felt it would be weird to start speaking French now.
You were used to being ignored in conversations too. None of it was on purpose and you couldnât take it personally when Comte was such a popular man to begin with! What you werenât used to, though, was being disrespected right in your face as if you werenât there.
The first comment had been something along the lines of âyou finally found someone to give you a son!â
Your husband was quick to answer that he had chosen you because you were you. It had nothing to do with kids.
The second almost made you open your mouth. But it was no use. Comte made very sure to let him know he was crossing a limit and ended the conversation there.
âSome people lack manners, it seems. No use wasting more time on this unimportant discussion.â
You simply nodded and followed.
But then you wanted a little treat to eat, and the buffet was on the other side of the room. So, you left Comte for a moment to grab something. Sadly, the same man from earlier was there, chatting away with someone you didnât know. As soon as he saw you, you knew something unpleasant would happen.
âElle nâest rien de bien spĂ©cial, mais jâimagine quâelle doit ĂȘtre particuliĂšrement bonne au lit si le Comte de Saint-Germain a dĂ©cidĂ© quâelle Ă©tait bonne Ă marier. »
(sheâs nothing special, but I guess sheâs particularly good in bed if the Count of Saint-Germain has decided to make her his wife.)
You pondered for a moment if you should even grace him with an answer. It wouldnât do any good, you knew that. But if the man had the galls to say it, he surely could listen to your answer, no?
âMonsieur, jâapprĂ©cierais sincĂšrement que vous vous absteniez de mâinsulter en ma prĂ©sence. Et puis, ce sont de riches paroles, venant de lâhomme dont la femme est reconnue pour avoir plusieurs amants. Au moins, lâun de nous sait satisfaire son partenaireâŠÂ "
(Sir, I would appreciate if you could hold back from insulting me in my presence. And this is rich, coming from the man whose wife is known to have several lovers. At least, one of us can satisfy their spouseâŠ)
Red rose to the manâs face.
âEh bien, je crois que le message est clair!Â
(Well, I think the message is clear!)
Comteâs voice made you jump in your place. You hadnât heard him coming at all! You turned to look at him with shyness in your eyes, a bit worried he would scowl you for your action. But all he did was look at you with pride.
As you left though, he did ask where you learned to speak French.
âA while back, in my world.â
JEAN D'ARC
That night you were staying up late to clean up after one of Leonardoâs raids of the library. It was rotten work for sure, but someone had to do it and Sebastian was finishing up polishing of the silverware. So here you were, going through piles of books left on tables.
Time passed and after a while of not hearing any noise, you figured it wouldnât hurt to sit down and read for a few minutes. There was a book that had caught your attention while cleaning up. It was a little book of French fables. Some of which you remembered reading back in school when you were young. Slowly, the stories caught your attention for good and the world around you faded.
Thatâs when Jean entered the room, in the hopes of finding some peace and some books to help him learn to write and read. Still hooked on your little island of nostalgia, you didnât hear him at all. And him, not wanting to bother you, stayed in his little corner of the library.
An hour must have passed before your eyes left the pages of the book. But when you did, you were surprised to find you werenât alone anymore. And you felt a bit cheap about being caught slacking on your job.
âI didnât hear you come in, Jean. What are you doing here?â
âIâm trying to read this book. But itâs hard, I donât understand muchâŠâ
The poor man was trying to read âLes MisĂ©rablesâ, of course he was having a hard time understanding what all those fancy words meant! You held your chuckle in and handed him your fable book.
âYou might find this one easier to read. You picked a rather daunting book to try to learn.â
âOh but⊠you know I speak French mademoiselle. Your book-â You smiled.
âTake a look at the cover. What does it say?â
It took him a minute to decipher the sounds and the words, but he managed to read the title out:
âLes fables de La Fontaine.â Jean paused. âItâs in FrenchâŠâ
âYes, it is.â
âYou can read French?â there was curiosity in his eyes.
âOui, mais pas que. Je le parle aussi.â
(Yes, but thatâs not all. I can speak it too.)
âJe ne savais pas. Vous ne lâavez jamais dit.â
(I didnât know. You never told us)
âItâs my little secret,â you answered with a smirk. âNow, if youâll excuse me, I should finish cleaning Leoâs mess.â
âMerci.â
âBienvenue!â
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hii I JUST LOVE YOUR WORK i stay and read them every day tbh, it's my first time requesting so I'm a lil nervous (also english isn't my first language so if i write too tangled things don't mind please) yandere disease has been corrupting my mind lately like this disease has taken over the world and now people are divided in two types: yanderes and darlings. Every darling is forced to stay with their yanderes by their parents and government when they turn 20 , like goverment has been taking care of yanderes too much, there's territories and special occasions where yanderes can meet darlings, if darling tries to escape people are just gonna drag them to their "soulmate" otherwise they think darling are too weak and fragile to protect themselves.
If you're too busy, just ignore this. I also know how hard it is to write. Hope you're doing goodđđ
Your English is perfect â€ïž better than some native speakers' â€ïž I'm sorry this took so long, I hope you enjoy!!
Yandere!Fiance x GN!Reader
There were conspiracy theories as to how it happened.
Populations around the globe had declined dramatically, worrying nearly every country in every continent. The most popular theory online was that to combat the rapidly declining birth rate, one (or more) of the suffering countries conspired to create a new kind of biological warfare; an illness directed at their own people to foster relations. Unfortunately, while half of people were naturally immune to the attack, the other half were affected too much.
It was just a theory. Nothing could be proved. No government wanted to get to the bottom of the "attack" because their economies were booming; who would want to rid people of an illness that drove the rate of divorce to an all time low? It didn't matter if there were a few hiccups along the way.. As long as people were pushing out more babies, governments across the planet were more than happy to just create new laws to keep the death rates minimal ensure happiness amongst couples.
(Reader) prayed on their knees like fanatic, begging any God that may be listening, for years that they could be one of the Lovers instead of a Darling. They were terrified of the idea of becoming someone's Darling; becoming a prisoner to a loving murderer. No matter how perfect each family unit seemed to be, the young adult could see it in their father's eyes, the longing for the outside world, away from their mother. The suffocating love their mother drowned him in; the almost unnoticeable quiver to his smile.. (Reader) wished upon every single star in the sky that they could fall madly in love with someone, just so they didn't have to live through the rose tinted hell their father did.
But every crush they had was normal, none of the guys they thought were cute in highschool awakened some kind instinct in them. Eventually (Reader) turned 19 years old, and found out that they were engaged.
"To who??" (Reader) nearly barfed onto the dinner table. Their parents sat across from them, smiling happily from the good news they had just delivered to their child.
"He went to the same elementary school as you! Isn't that romantic?" Their mother cooed, poking her husband while doing so. "Apparently he's known since forever that you two are soul mates, but he's been too shy until recently to approach the Family Planning Bureau about his feelings~"
(Reader) gripped their thighs under the table while their eyes stung from the blossoming tears. ".. Do I have to meet him?" They asked quietly.
Although the building was painted bright blue and was surrounded by a beautiful, flowery landscape, it felt like a prison with it's tall chain link fencing.
The sorrowful expression on their father's sympathetic face burned into their retina so painfully, that every time they blinked while on the bus to their first meeting with their "fiance" they could still see it. He knew just as well as (Reader) did that there was no escape.
Even the walk towards a private meeting room past other Darlings felt like a death march. (Reader) could only hope that the "electric chair" wouldn't be too painful.
The kind guard opened a door, and a young man they did not recognize sitting inside immediately stood up, his face bright red.
His freckled and bespectacled face was almost hidden by his wavy, unbrushed hair. A smile stretched sweetly across his round cheeks, and (Reader) noticed that his blush went down his neck. "Ah- (Reader)! It's nice to- it's nice to meet you!"
It didn't matter that he was incredibly adorable: (Reader) was determined not to let their guard down.
"You said we went to elementary school together?"
"Yes-"
"-I'm sorry, but I don't remember you." They interrupted him, curt and to the point.
Instead of looking offended, his eyes softened and his smile became (somehow) warmer. "I'm sorry." He motioned to a seat near the table he was just sitting at. "I can explain everything.. if you give me a chance."
Reluctantly, (Reader) sat across from him. It was hard to deny that he was attractive, really being their ideal man, but they continuously bit the inside of their cheek to prevent themselves from feeling any sort of positive emotion. They knew better than to fall into this trap.
"My name is Anthony." His freckles almost disappeared entirely under his blush. "I'm sorry I never had the confidence to approach you.."
"Huh?" The confused teen forgot to hold their tongue. "Isn't it, like, frowned upon to talk to your Darling before registering with the bureau?"
Anthony rubbed his hands together nervously. "I - I really didn't want you to meet me this way.." He sucked in air between his teeth, looking faint. "I.. Do you believe in true love?"
A pang shot through (Reader's) heart. They remembered every time they would chase a crush, yearning for something true and genuine. Reading love stories from the days before the bureau, and wondering if that was what love was really like once upon a time. "No."
He sighed sadly. "I believe.. or at least, I want to believe in true love." Anthony sat straighter, staring into (Reader's) eyes with a shaky confidence. "I should have asked you out when I first met you in the fifth grade. I'm sorry I was too nervous to talk to you back then."
Vibrating adrenaline shook their system as they tried to make sense of what this stranger was saying.
"I wanted to ask you out, and take you on dates, and get to know you like in the old days."
"Why didn't you?"
His head fell slightly, obscuring his face entirely. "I thought that my feelings for you weren't strong enough.."
(Reader) suddenly felt as though they were connected with Anthony on a spiritual level; as though he was the only person in the whole world to understand them. The need for love, conflicting with the fear of not being a Lover, being destined to be labeled as a Darling. "Are you.." (Reader) dropped their voice to a whisper, "are you a lover?"
Sorrow filled Anthony's figure. Shoulders slumped, and back shuddering under his uneven, heavy breaths. "Would you report me if I wasn't?"
It was as if God had finally answered (Reader's) prayers. Their heart was racing; their head felt lighter than a cloud. Stuttering over their words, the young adult had to avert their gaze. "I don't remember you.. but I wouldn't mind getting to know you." Even though they didn't love him, Anthony felt like their one and only chance to fall in love naturally. To not be trapped like their father.
"Then.. I can see you again?"
(Reader) smiled. "Yeah.."
....
The second (Reader) left the room, Anthony's head hit the table with a loud bang.
It felt like he was going to vomit with how excited he was, and he couldn't contain his giggles any longer. Being in the same room as his childhood love was almost too much for him, and he almost ruined everything.
Anthony had worked so hard to make (Reader) love him.
He knew they liked shy, nerdy types, so he morphed into that. Destroying his eye sight so he could wear glasses, growing out his hair so he could always look slightly dishevelled, biting his tongue until it bled to force himself to stay in character.
Tears pooled around his nose on the table. He was smarter than the Lovers that made his precious (Reader) scared to be a Darling.
"I'm so happy..~" Anthony sobbed loudly in the empty room. "Please fall in love with me quickly~ Although, I don't mind waiting on you forever.. I want you to love me now..!"
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INTERROGATION GONE WRONG â Cleon XIII/Brother Day
Summary: Cleon XIII interrogates his statisticians about Hari Seldon's predictions. His in-turn maid remains there hearing the conversation, unbeknownst to him, knowing the answer - at least part of.
Pairing: Cleon XIII/Brother Day x female maid reader.
Word count: 2.9k.
Warnings: extremely dub-con, smut, abuse of power, forced orgasm, choking, fingering, degradation, p in v, creampie, not the soft aftercare you're waiting for. The author is also non native English speaker.
Notes: this is based on that scene of 1x04. This is the most non-con thing I've written ever. I gave my warnings. Also please watch Foundation lol, this show reminded me of how much I loved Lee Pace since like 2014. Once I'm in, I will never get out and I needed to write something for Cleon I love him he is an idiot.
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The man fell with a thud on the floor. You should be scared, surprised, trembling with fear, but this was not new behavior for you or anyone in the palace. Since Seldon's exile and the disaster shaking the Empire gradually, the response of the new Cleon was clearly expected after being a witness of a poor reunion and inconvenience with the staticians. More than a conversation, it felt like a judgment, a death one.
"Dining, now," he ordered passing by your figure on his way to leave the throne room. With a bow, you followed in an instant and ready to serve him.
Cleary, you could tell he was not in the good mood that day, already skipping the meal for breakfast with his brothers earlier; something that was out of the itineraries. Once a change of the routine happened, it meant something was off, so you thought. Demerzel was also not around, attending other meetings, so this left you alone with Empire, opening the door of the sole dining room the Brothers used privately, with the tall figure of Cleon XIII waiting impatiently for his midday meal and looking every move you made around the place to please him as fast as your feet allowed.
The cooks served the meal arranged from the menu after your order and they left as rapid as they came in, Brother Day dispatching them with a hand gesture once they were done. You took a couple of steps back, standing close to the table but ready in case he dispatched your presence as well.
"Not you, you stay," he commanded after sipping his wine for the first time, eyes focused on the plate he would eat.
"Yes, Empire."
You had to obligue, and that is what happened. You watched him from the corner of your eye, from time to time in silence, pretending to be unconcerned and collected, though that was far from being true. The whole meal time was eternal, specially that day. With no Brother Dawn nor Brother Dusk around for Brother Day to have a bland talk with, only the sound of fine cutlery clinking against porcelain as Empire ate. Boring, your head began to spin around, thinking in non-senses and theories of what you heard and read from Seldon's predictions of the fall. Empire was cruel, but it had you working, serving food to your plate, and probably that was enough. But it didn't stop your curiosity of learning further the philosophy of Hari Seldon.
When in front of Empire, your gaze seemed lost but your mind was working. You never said a single comment about studying Seldon's theory, of course. You were just a maid. Science and university never were a good pair for a woman who served the Empire. However, you still found the math behind his calculations as something intriguing and fascinating for some reason...
"Maid," the loud voice of the Emperor interrupted your daydream. "I said, wine."
The intense look on his eyes forced you to attend his order fast, serving more of the fermented liquid on the cup standing besides his plate.
His large hand took the cup when you filled it with wine and he sipped again, his eyes scanning you slow and deep. You knew he sensed something was wrong with you. Swallowing, you noticed he already had finished with his meal, so you finally you dared to speak.
"Can I retire your plate, Empire?"
"Is there something you want to share, maid?" he responded, blatantly ignoring your question and dragging your title like it was nothing but a shameful word to spill.
"At all, Empire," your voice came as a whisper.
Brother Day stood on his feet with such grace and started a slow walk towards your figure. You wanted to step away, but you feet were glued to the ground, so his tall and intimidating form washed over you soon.
"Speak," he instructed coldly. You started to tremble, unable to take off your scared eyes from him, bitting your bottim lip as he leaned. "Or do you want to be punished?"
His hand forced around your neck all of a sudden. As an act of reflection, you tried to pull back from his grip, but he was much stronger, having you in place and cutting your breath. "I know you hide enthusiasm around Doctor Seldon's theories," he whispered darkly on your ear. "I am not giving you a choice, speak!"
As he yelled down his last words, he pushed you harshly, body falling to the grown. Air filled your lungs once again and you coughed, sitting down and watching that he was coming closer with big steps. You dragged yourself on the floor using your hands and feet trying to not tangle yourself with the fabric of your dress. Fighting the tears on your eyes, your back touched the wall and sobbed. There was nowhere to go now. So you finally confessed.
"Your staticians would not give you a number because it's true!" you cried out. Brother Day stopped on his tracks just a couple of inches before you. "It's all true, Doctor Seldon is right. And it all began with the Star Bridge, I know you were a child when it happened because I was a child too when the crisis started. There is a probability, but is not zero," you said, recalling his words.
You saw his face changed. He was exhasperated already, but rage appeared in his eyes in a very visible way; a rage that you had yet to see from Empire. Fear took over you, afraid of what would happen next. Should you keep talking? Should you continue crying? Scream for nobody to come around for your sake? As you questioned yourself, he lowered himself to be at your level on the ground. Brother Day never sat down, but he was making sure to get under your skin. His powerful gaze had a quick effect to do that.
"Go on."
Too scared to speak, you opened your lips but no sound came out. Empire waited your words for a moment, scrutinizing your face. And still, nothing came. He grabbed your arm with a rough grip, forcing you to stand up, colliding with his body until your back hit the empty part of the table he had been eating in.
"You have ten seconds to continue or I will force everything that is in your head out of you, maid," Cleon threatened. "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three-"
"I said it was probability," you shuddered. "Life is a probability by all means and Seldon knows that," you breathed, aware that Brother Day was feeling your shaking body under his piercing eyes. "I studied Doctor Seldon's psychohistory and theory for the last four years, learning math and other sciences on my free time on the library. So even if I don't posses a title, I know his hypothesis was only that at the time; a hypothesis can be null, but also be provable, and thus now is not untrue."
He slowly leaned away.
"So you say there is no error on Seldon's ecuation," he concluded, jaw clenching.
"None that I could find."
Brother Day paced in front of you, back and forth, hrad processing what he just heard. You could tell he was getting what he wanted, but nothing was what he really longed for. And what you found was nothing but the truth. Maths don't miss, it was useless to lie.
"How do you simply fall into a conclusion like that? Prophecies of the Empire declining into a dark age after centuries of rising. Of our legacy!" he stopped again and went back to your figure, trapping your body between himself and the dining table. You felt his breath when he leaned close, the smell of wine and fruits mixing with his cologne was intoxicating your nostrils as the last tears flowed down your cheeks. Sooner or later, you thought he was going to end up with your life. You had nothing left to lose by now.
"It's simple history and logic. Everything that goes up has to go down, even empires."
All you felt was his big palm slapping your face, your back hitting the edge of the table. A hurted moan filled the room, and he forced you to look at him grabbing your chin with the same strenght he had used on you all this time, like you were nothing more than a doll to play with as he pleased.
"In other circumstances, I would find you amusing," he breathed gainst your lips. The touch of his thumb on your cheek, wiping away your last tears, contrasted the roughness of his words, his body between your legs and his weight pressing you to lie down on the surface.
"Psychohistory words, not mine," you whispered, your hands running to wrap around his wrist, but his aura repelled instantly your touch. It was useless to keep trying. So here you were, ready for Brother Day to end with your life in just the blink of an eye. "Maybe Brother Dusk made a mistake," you continued, giving up on leaving the room alive. "Make Hari Seldon stay instead..."
Brother Day pressed further against you, almost crushing you with his significant huge frame.
"Such a talented brain and mouth, why don't I put you to good use? I think I deserve it."
He forcefuly turned you around until you were bending over the table, a loud gasp falling from your mouth. One of his hands making its way between your legs caused your thighs to press together, trying to stop him, but it was impossible, so you had nothing to do but beg.
"Please, Empire," you felt like crying again at his touch, his fingers cupping your clothed pussy in a slow motion. "Stop, please-"
"Shut up, whore," he grunted, rubbing his crotch against your ass and slammed your face with his free hand so you had your cheek lying against the cold surface. "I had enough from you."
Heartbeat rising, you tried with no results to escape from his body cage. The sway of your hips caused Empire to grow eager. His slender fingers pushed your panties aside, coating them with your own wetness, and that was certainly something you did not expect to be down there. He hummed in response, rubbing your folds, and you exhaled once he entered one finger.
Your body responded to his ministrations, his growing erection pressing against the curve of your ass while he played with your cunt as he wanted, easing a second digit inside your walls. Probably you should just give in by now as you felt your muscles tighten, already reaching your high. Almost. The first moan of pleassure escaped your throat and you regreted the answer of lust coming from your body the following instant, your palms holding yourself on the table.
His long digits fucked you faster and your legs trembled, his thumb played with your clit so deliciously you thought you were passing out soon. He leaned down until you could feel his breath on your neck.
"Fucking take it," he groaned, feeling your warm walls pulsing around his fingers.
Almost not having control over your body, your legs further opened, like his voice just ordered you to do it.
"Please, please..."
Again, you cried and begged, not sure of the reason. For pleassure, shame, mercy... Anything was possible at that moment as whimpers and moans fell from your mouth.
The sensation grew stronger down your belly, feeling him exploring your insides too deep, touching a place no man nor your fingers reached before. It happened repeatedly, it felt so sweet and sinful. Like something you never knew but you were sure would leave you aching for more. His fingers making you so drunk and pleading for a release, and the seconds that passed by were endless until you finally blissed out with a loud moan, convulsing by the work of his hand.
Brother Day gave himself a wicked smile, watching you squirm and gasp. Such a strong orgasm he ripped out of you. He pulled his fingers away from your pulsing cunt and admired your wetness coating them before he raised the skirt of your dress and took off your panties until they were hanging between your ankles.
You grimaced at the feel of his big palms rubbing your ass cheeks, parting them to get a view of your throbbing heat, still clenching around nothing. You could listen to him undoing his pants. He hissed, taking his hard lenght to rub the sensitive skin of your ass and his thick tip teased your slit, sliding slowly inside. You gasped at the sudden intrusion as he stopped from filling you up completely, feeling your tight cunt embracing him.
"Empire, please not this-"
"This is how I prefer you," Cleon whispered on your neck, you stopped your plea. "Submissive and quiet. You are not so bold now, are you?"
And he slowly entered your pussy further. You whined, nails scratching the fine material of the table. You were so tight and warm. He had to control himself of not pounding into you right away. Being filled up by the Emperor shouldn't arouse your body like this, but your heat welcomed his cock like it was the perfect missing piece of a puzzle.
"Are you a virgin, maid?" he asked, hips giving a couple of shallow, slow thrusts. Your hips moved in sink with his own, your nipples were now hard and erect against the surface, scratching the fabric of your bra and dress, giving up into heavenly bliss. Sweet mewls left your lips as he stretched your cunt. And it was oh, so long since you felt this full.
"No, Empire."
Your response was the green light. He started to rut into you. Rough. Even if your answer was to be different, you knew Empire would not care. He used to get away with what he wanted, and right now he wanted you. His own grunts made eco along with the sound of his skin hitting your ass, your moans escaping without any shame now. The small amount of discomfort he caused was transformed into pleassure and arousal, keeping his hands firmly on your hips.
"Then you can take it, you've done this before," he mocked, increasing his rough pace.
His grip was strong on your sides, you knew his fingers would leave marks on your skin once you finished. But nothing mattered, you decided, the only on your mind was reaching sweet climax and release. You could not escape from him, not ever. So your body and mind could go through it.
Cleon's eyes found the perfect spot of view to see his cock entering and sliding out your perfect pussy, his shaft glistening with your wetness and his own precum. He stopped and pulled out for a moment, teasing with entering and pulling out, watching himself sliding inside your body.
"Oh gods," he listened to your broken moan, breath hitching.
He again cupped your neck with his palm, fingers roaming around your throat, forcing your back to meet his chest. Your moans were cut by his firm hand, air being a privilige as seconds passed by. He sucked and bit the skin of your neck, burying his cock until his balls met your ass repeteadly, finding that sweet spot of yours.
"Cum," he ordered. "Cum or you will not breath again."
You knew you were close, but you needed it faster. You needed to breath, as good as his cock felt, fucking you and splitting you open, you still needed to make it until the end. Your fingers found your clit and played with your bud as Empire bucked his hips fast and rough. Finally, your muscles tensed and forced a hard orgasm out of you, walls pulsing around his dick. He grunted, not slowing his thrusts, softening the hand around your neck allowing you oxygen again.
"Merciful am I?" he groaned and you felt his seed painting your insides, cock throbing as he also came from his high.
"You are, Empire," you breathed out.
Your back arched and you held yourself on his hands and chest. You heard the sound of one of the chairs being taken out, being dragged by him until you felt he sat down, you on his lap with his cock still burried deep inside you. His slick cum ran down your inner thighs as he parted your legs, touching your abused cunt and clit, feeling how you were still connected. He rubbed your pussy in slow, gentle moves, collecting his cum mixed with your juices. He offered his fingers to your lips, so you licked them as he wished, sucking them clean. Your walls pulsed again.
"So obedient now," Cleon purred.
His hands undid your dress to free your chest, groping your tits as he pleased. He played with your nipples, just like he had played with all of you in a few minutes.
"What will happen to me?" you asked in a murmur.
"Such a pretty cunt you are," Brother Day began, tracing kisses on your shoulder. His voice made you shiver. "You would please me a lot as a cuncubine of the Gossamer Court."
You swallowed hard, not capable of speaking or fighting back. He felt your body tensing so he continued his speech in your ear. "No worries, I can play with you some more before it happens. And you will tell me everything you know about Seldon."
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Ok I think Iâve thought of my birthday headcanons (theyâre lowkey not even good đ) but IDC. None are character specific so go with your gut đ©· (also side note: idk if you remember back in like 2015 when authors would do that thing where ppl give brief descriptions of themselves and then theyâd give a character to ship you with or not but I feel like that might be a good idea for engagement. But idk Iâm also stupid so maybe not đ Itâs less effort than headcanons and one-shots methinks. ANYWAY)
1. Learning a different language (español?? đ„ș) to impress you đ
2. Idk how to request this but just one where Iâm a zookeeper đ
3. Date where they try to teach you how to drive but it kinda goes wrong (Iâm so bad at driving đ)
4. Being the foil (or enabler) to shopping addicted gf
Ik these are kinda specific to me but⊠ITâS FOR MY BIRTHDAY đ„ș youâre also a day ahead of me so if you get it done Thursday then I wonât even know the difference đœ
OK TY 𫶠MWAH
Learning a language for you
Alfred
In the beginning, heâll learn simple phrases and say them to you for shits and giggles. But as the relationship gets more serious, heâll want to get fluent to connect with you on a deeper level. Alfred will study regularly and hold conversations with you in your native tongue to practice his speaking. Heâs a natural at learning languages to the point that itâs shocking. He can even nail the four Chinese intonations, so imagine just how easy Spanish is for him as an English speaker. Fast forward a few years, and heâll be speaking rapid-fire Spanish with you like a native.
Mathias
Like Alfred, heâll start with beginner-level words before eventually going pro. It may take him a little longer to get it down pat, but he needs to be a part of your culture to feel close to you. He will sit down with you and repeat sentences for you until he gets it right. He also finds Spanish very sexy, so if you ever talk dirty to him he wants to be able to understand you. Mathias may want you to learn Danish for him in return, and if you do, he will be on his knees. You could even say heâs very sex-motivated, but if you asked him, he just wants to be the perfect partner for you.
Allen
Believe it or not, heâs already fluent in Spanish. He just never talks about it. Apart from knowing his native language, heâs always lived around Spanish-speakers. And as a person who is deeply involved with his community, itâs a given that he will eventually catch onto the local lingo. After learning about where youâre from, heâll randomly come up to you one day and drop a whole-ass sentence in Spanish before walking off again. Allen does this to get your undivided attention, and it works like a charm even after the first time. Otherwise, he will occasionally speak Spanglish.
Matt
Heâs terrible at learning languages, and itâs even harder for him when itâs not one of his special interests. So he may just like other aspects of your culture, i.e., the food, but he wonât put a lot of effort into it. You can take advantage of this by talking shit about him in Spanish in front of him. Matt may not understand what you said, but heâll know youâre mad at him. But as the years go by, heâll want to take it seriously and study in secret. He doesnât want you to know just how much heâs trying for you, and also because he might not even get good at it. But heâll get it one day.
When he falls into a zoo enclosure
I have no clue how to do this one but hereâs one with Matt đ
Matt
Heâs too clever and self-aware to ever fall into a zoo enclosure, but he would no doubt try and save someone who did. Especially a small child. He will jump over the fencing, swim across the moat, pick them up and run to safety, but more importantly, before an innocent animal gets put down. He will literally put himself between a bear and armed men like Owen Grady from Jurassic World. After the situation simmers down, youâre treating him for the few injuries heâs sustained, and itâs the most interesting conversation youâve ever had. Heâs clearly got a few screws loose, but heâs the one who thinks everybody else is crazy.
When he teaches you how to drive
Alfred
Heâs not a perfect teacher, but he really does try. Some days, you pick up on things fast and well, but on other days, heâs like Noah teaching Allie how to drive a truck. You two are screaming at each other and he doesnât care to hide how he feels about your lack of driving skills. Alfred can have short fuse when it comes to what he canât relate to or empathize with, but at the same time, heâs sensitive toward what he can. Needless to say, he will apologize and encourage you to keep learning from him because he has faith in you. If you can do everything else, you can drive a car.
Mathias
Heâs very patient when it comes to teaching you how to drive. He understands how hard it can be because he struggled a little in the beginning too. If you break suddenly, stall, or run over a curb, he will just tell you calmly what youâre doing wrong. He also has really fast reflexes when the situation calls for it, so heâll steer you back to safety. Mathias will spend an hour or two instructing you before taking over and driving home. If you donât make a lot of progress, heâll always say that he can be the driver in the relationship and you can be his passenger princess, so donât worry.
Allen
Heâs a safety first kind of guy. Heâll get you to tick all the boxes, even when he doesnât always do that himself. For that, heâs also really patient. Allen would much rather sleep soundly knowing youâre safe on the road and not getting into an accident. In the event of minor collision, heâll take the blame (heâs the one with a full license) and speak with the person you just crashed into, then get back in and sit in silence for a while. As much as he loves you, he tells you that it might be best that you take a break from driving. He can afford only so many repairs, so heâll just make it so that you wonât need to go anywhere without him.
Matt
He isnât the best teacher in the world, especially when driving comes so naturally to him. He just doesnât understand why you canât do it like him. So itâs no walk in the park when youâre sitting in the truck, listening to him yell at you after you make the same mistake again. You might end up crying by the end of it, but heâll make it up to you by kissing you for hours back in his cabin. Matt will tell you that heâll keep teaching you even if youâre bad at driving, because thereâs no other person around to. Even then, he eventually gets you to improve despite his unorthodox methods.
When you go shopping
Alfred
He may not look like it, but he does enjoy a good shop. Heâs just more selective about it. Alfred will give you some helpful advice if you ask him if you should buy something. But if it makes you happy, he wouldnât hold it against you. After all, he has a a niche and expensive hobby himself. Collectorâs items. Film and video game memorabilia. Heâs up to date on all the pre-orders of exclusive merch he wants, and heâs won a few auctions. He enjoys the thought of owning items that someone else wanted but missed out on. He finds it hilarious as he runs off of punitive measures of success.
Mathias
Heâs an enabler because he has just as bad of a shopping addiction. When youâre together, you burn through your money twice as fast. He has a bad habit of buying things he finds cute and not necessarily useful, but he canât resist the rush of dopamine he gets from an occasional splurge. Mathias doesnât see an issue with pampering himself every now and then, and definitely not you. At the end of the day, you two will have a giant stockpile of unused and decorative goods somewhere at home. Is this a sign of the end, or just the beginning of a long and comfortable life?
Allen
Allen is a bit of a mixed bag. First of all, he wants to spoil you, and anything you wanna buy, he will want to buy for you. He wonât question the things you like, nor make you feel bad. But the problem is, heâs not very liquid. Allen will feel super guilty because of it, especially when he has to talk you out of a store. Itâs not his fault for not being able to afford everything you want, but he takes it to heart because he feels like itâs his responsibility to provide for you. Just for his sake, you might consider being a bit more conservative so he doesnât stay up all night thinking about it.
Matt
Matt has probably gone shopping in a mall four times in his life. But online? Never. If you need something, heâll just tell you he has it at home. And if not, heâll just make it for you. If you need a pencil, heâll sharpen a piece of graphite for you. No more expensive Japanese stationery. Heâs the most frugal and resourceful person alive, so even cheap prices will turn him away. Anything that costs money will cost too much because youâre selling your soul and turning into a mindless consumer. He doesnât eat processed food either, so heâs out here living like Captain Fantastic.
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