#also I don't speak French I'm sorry if I got anything wrong

[kinetic-chaos]

ce que j'ai fair ce soir-là

ce qu'elle a dit ce soir-là

réalisant mon espoir

je me lance vers la gloire

Psycho Killer - Talking Heads

[honeydewblogforwriting]

The Wolff Pack (Mr. and Mrs. Wolff pt.2)

Warnings: innuendos, cursing, bad grammar, poorly translated German

Pt.1

Sunday (race day) :

Monday night:

Two weeks later

Y/N: Hello GQ. I'm Y/N YM/N Wolff

Toto: and I'm Toto Wolff

Y/N: you mean Torger Christian Wolff. We're using our government names today, babe. No nicknames.

Toto: y/n, please.

Y/N (giggling) : okay, okay. I'm sorry, you guys can cut that part out.

Y/N and Toto: and today we'll be doing the GQ's couple quiz to see how well we know each other.

Producer: who's going first?

Toto: Y/N is always first in my life so her.

Y/N: awww, he's trying to butter me up incase he gets anything wrong!

[Toto shakes his head]

Y/N: Okay first question. When did we first meet?

Toto: At the 2018 Austin GP

Y/N: ehhh wrong answer forehead!

Toto: schatz, I'm right. You were invited by Ferrari and you had on their merchandise and a beautiful red jacket and your hair was down. You were passing by Mercedes Hospitality and we smiled at each other and you gave me a tiny wave.

Y/N: babe... what? I- wait, its coming back to me now. What how did you remember that?

Toto: How could I forget? You looked absolutely radiant in that hideous ferrari red, a hard feat to pull off.

Y/N: (giggling) awww. Give him two points for this one. Okay, next question: what is my favourite look on you?

Toto: mein Geburtstagsanzug

[Subtitle: my birthday suit]

Y/N: benehmen

[Subtitle: behave]

Toto: okay, serious answer now. You love me in a good button down, pleated pants and my glasses.

Y/N: yes, I could literally eat you up when you wear that.

Toto: and you're telling me to behave?

Y/N: babe, you're worse than me but anyways! Next question, what is my go to soda order?

Toto: this has to be a trick question because you don't drink soda. You only indulge in green juices and smoothies. Your favourite is a kale, spinach and beet smoothie with almond milk and peanut butter.

Y/N: you're correct once again! He knows me so well guys. I know this was a few years ago but what was the song that i constantly sang after we got engaged? (laughing)

Toto: (shakes head while chuckling) It was so awful and unexpected that it's stuck with me and sometimes (unfortunately) plays in my head. It went something like, "put it on him make him wanna marry me." And you'd sing it while flaunting your ring and body rolling.

Y/N: yes, right on the nose! Okay, so what is my ideal type of man?

Toto: derjenige, der dich zur Mutter gemacht hat, meine Liebe

[Subtitle: the one who made you a mom, my love.]

Y/N: correct again! Babe, you're on fire! And every correct answer makes you hotter and hotter...Baby Nummer zwei könnte früher kommen als geplant

[Subtitle: baby number 2 might come sooner than we planned].

Toto: schatz, do not make jokes like that, you know what I want.

Y/N: I'm not joking.

[silence on set as the camera switches between y/n and Toto who are locked in intense eye contact]

[Producer behind the scene]: um guys

Y/N: oh sorry, um, next question- what was the first foreign language I learned in high school?

Toto: Spanish and then you did French and finally Portuguese but you're more inclined to Portuguese. You're currently learning German.

Y/N: correct, the perks of attending a private school. And,  to those of you viewing at home, I'm learning German because Torger refuses to speak to baby girl in English! He swears that she has to know German just as fluently as English and I don't want to be left out so I'm indulging in it.

Y/N: Okay, final question- what is my favourite thing to do?

Toto: well, it's definitely trying new things. You love to try different hobbies, crafts, sports, business ventures, careers and it's admirable, you just go after what you want even if it's something you know nothing about. Also you love spending time with die Prinzessin .

Y/N: correct again, Torger Christian Wolff, you got everything right, now that is stinking cute.

[TOTO WOLFF QUIZZES Y/N WOLFF]

Toto: Okay, schatz, first question- when is my birthday?

Y/N: is this a trick question? Your birthday is January 12. You were born in 1972 in Vienna, Austria to a Middle class family and your education was focused towards finance and economics because of the family you grew up in.

Toto: (laughing) schatz, you might as well let the people know my blood type, that was a lot of details but all true. I'll give you 4 points for this. Okay, next question. What is my favourite snack?

Y/N: me of course!

Toto: you'd be my favourite meal, schatz

Y/N: oop, okay! Let me get serious though, your favourite snack is Kumpir with Sauerkraut Filling and Pumpernickel Crumble. You ate so much of it on our honeymoon that it made you sick. I'm surprised you still like it (giggling).

Toto: Where is my favourite place to be?

Y/N: okay I'm giving two answers for this one-  first, it's anywhere that Prinzessin and I are and second, at home it used to be in our room but now it's Prinzessin's room. Torger would spend all day there if he could.

Toto: mhmm, I'm actually surprised that your answer was PG but correct again beautiful. Next question, what is my biggest priority?

Y/N: family, I know this might seem like a surprise to the viewers but you have never missed an anniversary, hospital visit, birthing class, date night, family reunion, birthday celebration or anything of the sort. I don't know how you do it but that it's so clear to see that your loved ones are your number priority .

Toto: How would I describe myself ? Like how do I view myself ?

Y/N: mhm this is tough, I think you consider yourself as someone who is constantly evolving whether that's in your personal life or your career. You're driven and goal oriented. You've got that aggressive streak that the Internet loves to make memes of but uh, yeah. How'd I do?

Toto: pretty spot on. It's like you know me better than I know myself. Okay, final question, what is the name of our sweet little angel ?

Y/N: yup, you heard that right, for the first time ever we will be revealing the name of our baby girl. We thought it would be perfect to announce it during something so fun and sweet. Anyways enough of the chit chat.

Y/N and Toto: (turns to look at each other, grabs each other hands) we'd like to formally introduce the world to Myah Sunshine Wolff!

Y/N: it was so nice being here and I'd like to thank GQ for inviting us onto their wonderful platform.

Toto: I hope you guys enjoy watching this as much as we enjoyed making this. Bye!

(Both of them wave until the screen goes black)

A few hours after the video is released :

[charlesswife]

Una Noche En Mónaco i

Vaya noche la de anoche. (What a night last night)

unem master list

pairing: charles leclerc x latina! reader

summary: after a one night stand between you and charles, charles continues on with his f1 career. until two months later, you come back claiming to be pregnant with his child.

warning: bad writing, charles is a bit of an asshole at first, is going to be a series. google translate because I do not speak french. teen pregnancy (very cliche, I know. I'm sorry)

a/n: this is based on the idea i posted yesterday, which you all seem to like a lot. i want to clarify that english isn't my first language so please be kind if you see any error, i am trying my best. Also I am very new to formula one, i am binge watching drive to survive and the races. also i hope the timeline is correct lmao. ALSO i am not very great at writing smut so don't expect to see smut until i get better at writing it. enjoy!

word count: 1,771

Just to clarify: If I'm not wrong. In 2018, Charles was 20, turning 21 in that year. Reader is going to have an age gap of two years. So reader is 18 turning 19.

gif is not mine! i love this gif tho, he looks so good.

March 2018

Everything from last night was a blur. I remember his green eyes on me. And then his lips. And then his skin. And then a bit more. 

The music was louder than my thoughts. Monaco is a beautiful country with even more beautiful people. 

Steph grabbed my hand and dragged me to the bar. "One Jack Daniel's with coke and one Cosmopolitan, please." She told the bartender. 

"Cosmopolitan?" I asked. 

"Oh girl, it's so good. It's vodka with cranberry juice, lemon juice, syrup, and..." She stopped for a second while her eyes drifted to something behind me. "Oh god, he's cute." I was going to turn around and look until she stopped me. "Wait, don't turn yet!"

By that time, the bartender put our drinks in front of us. I thanked him. "Girl, he's looking at you."

"Is he your kind of cute or mine?" 

"I would do it sober, on a Monday." Okay. I have to turn around and see said man. "If he wants anything, he'll come to us." She dragged me to another part of the bar. 

We danced and drank, and slowly I was forgetting about the 'gorgeous' man. I checked my phone. 12:00. 

It has been two hours since we got to the bar. 

When the song ended, we headed to the bar area, I asked the bartender for another drink. "Wait here, I have to run to the bathroom," Steph yelled in my ear and then made a beeline to the bathroom. I took the scenery in. The music was louder than before and everyone was dancing to a song I don't know of. 

The bartender put the drink in front of me, and I thanked him again. I lost count of how many times I have thanked him. 

"This is your fourth drink, is it not?" I heard a male voice next to me. I turned to see the owner of the voice. 

Green eyes. Dimpled smile. His body leaned to mine. 

"You're keeping tabs on me?" I asked.

"Hard not to," he said. He turned to the bartender and said, "Fermer la onglet. apporte-elle de l'eau. Je paierai la facture." (Close the tab, and bring her some water. I will pay for her bill.) The bartender nodded. The man turned to me again. 

"What did you tell him?" I'm not even going to lie. His accent was very sexy. 

"Nothing much. C'mon. Let's dance." he grabbed my hand and dragged me to the dance floor. 

He pulled me close to his body. Very close. His green eyes and hands were all over me. And I let him.

He leaned closer to my ear and said, "So are you going to tell me your name or will I only know as the beautiful foreign girl?" 

"You think I'm beautiful?" I asked laughing a bit. 

"Everybody in this room thinks you are beautiful," he smiled, "So?" 

"y/n," I told him. He repeated my name again, trying to see how my name feels on his lips. "And you?" I asked him. 

"Charles" I repeated his name and his smile got wider. Deepening his dimples. "Leclerc" 

Somewhere in the room, a phone rang. I was entangled with Charles that I just let it ring. His face is so calm, without worries. 

"I can feel you staring at me, mon cherie," he murmured. "do you always stare at people when you wake up?"

"Not always," I said. "you're the only exception." He smiled at my comment and opened his eyes. 

"Hello" 

"Hi," I whispered. 

"Was that your phone or mine?" He asked. 

"I don't know. If it's important, they'll ring again." As soon as the words left my mouth. The phone rang again. I let out a little whine that made Charles laugh. 

"That's your phone, that's not my ringtone." I got out of bed and looked for the phone. 

"I can feel you staring at me, mon cherie" I mocked him. 

"A sight like you should be stared at all the time." I smiled at his comment. I found my phone in between the pile of clothes that was left on the floor. Steph <3 appeared on my screen.

I lay on the bed again with Charles and answered the phone. 

"Hey bitch, I've been calling you all morning" 

"Sorry" I answered "I just woke up" 

"Are you still with the French boy?" Steph asked with a joking tone. I can't remember most of last night. But she knows about Charles and the fact he speaks French.

"I'm Monegasque," He said a bit loud, just for her to hear. 

"He says he's Monegasque" I repeated. 

"Uhhh, native. I like it. Well, text me when you're on your way back" With that, she hangs up. I looked back at Charles. 

"So, another round?" 

At first, Steph was excited for me. She was hoping for Charles to be the next thing to occupy my mind instead of my parents.

She wasn't wrong. The Monegasque lived in my mind rent-free for the past month. Especially after I found out I was pregnant. 

Two pink lines.

Positive. 

"So? What does it say?" Steph asked. I didn't say anything. Tears started to form in my eyes. "Oh god, I need a drink" She disappeared from the bathroom to the kitchen. 

Steph made me take a pregnancy test after several different random cravings that I had. She had enough of me after I ate a burger with extra extra pickles, and then more pickles on the side. For context, I hate pickles, with my life. 

Fuck. 

"y/n... what are you gonna do?" I haven't realized that she came back into the room, a glass of wine in her hand. 

"well... what's done it's done. it's my responsibility to take care so it." I answered. 

"Yeah! But so it's his! He has to be responsible too!" she yelled. 

I let the tears run down my face. "And how?! I don't have his number! It's not like I could just send him a text saying 'Hey! remember when we fucked a month ago? well, I'm pregnant now, congrats! be responsible and take care of it" 

Steph stayed quiet for a moment, just staring at me. After a while, she said, "Do you think he is on Instagram? I mean, think about it, almost everyone is on Instagram." she waved her wine at me. 

"And if he's not?" my voice broke for a moment. This is all too much for me. I am overwhelmed and drowning in my own feelings. 

"We can only hope so." She put her wine on top of the dresser and reached for her back pocket for her phone. "What was his name again?" 

"Charles," I said. 

"Love, I'm going to need more than that"

"Umm... His last name was a hard one. It was Lec... Lec-something"

For a moment, she looked at me and then back at her phone. "Leclerc?" She asked, doubt very clear in her voice.

"Yes! Leclerc. Why? Did you find him? You should get a job in the FBI" I commented while fidgeting with my hands. I was very nervous. 

"Is it him?" She turned her phone towards me. The first thing I see was a black and white picture of Charles sitting on top of a counter with an Alfa Romeo jacket. The date was March 4, 2018. Just a few days before we met. 

"Yes," I confirmed, "Wow, you are better than a PI" She slide her finger up a little and I looked at the username. Charles_leclerc with a verified check. "He's verified? Why is he verified?" I felt my heart going eighty miles per hour. 

"You fucked and got pregnant by a Formula One driver," Steph said, in a monotone voice. 

Oh fuck. 

"What do I do now?" I asked her as I made my way to my bed to sit down. 

"Well, you know who he is now. You just gotta find a way to find him and tell him." She said as she sat down and wrapped her arms around me. 

Yeah. Right. Like that's going to be easy. 

May 2018 

"When will the phase of puking stops when pregnant?" I asked Steph as I rubbed my small bump. 

"You're asking the wrong person. I am not Google" She replied. 

"You would be more awesome if you were Google" I joked as I sat at the dinner table.

The aroma of pho and fried dumplings is drugging me right now. Steph is a great chef. So am I, but I hate washing dishes. 

I am glad I have Steph to take care of me. Steph has been my best friend for the longest, she's a year older than me, but she treats me and takes care of me as if I'm her daughter. She was there for me when my parents died. She dropped everything and came with me across the world. And now she's taking care of me while being pregnant. I truly don't know what I would do without her. 

Steph served me chicken pho and eight delicious fried pork dumplings. I waited for her to sit down. 

She glanced at me for a second and then smiled. "You look like a child, waiting for permission to eat." 

I laughed. "Well, I'm sorry I waited for you," I said as I grabbed the spoon and put some of the broth in it, and then took it to my mouth. It is so savory. "This is so good" I grabbed the chopsticks and grabbed a dumpling. I blow a bit into it so I don't burn myself. I took a big bite. "Oh my gosh, this is the best dumpling." 

"You know what's better than a fried dumpling?" she asked while she wiggled her eyebrows. 

"A soup dumpling!" I said. As soon as the words left my mouth, I heard a ting! coming from my phone. I thought my phone was in silence. We both laughed a bit at the timing and sound of the phone. 

I turned my phone, immediately illuminating from the raise to wake mode. My smile dropped. 

+377 123 456 7890 

Hey, this is Charles. I'm in Monaco for a few weeks, mon cherie. Do you want to meet? 😉

I slammed my phone back to the table and looked at Steph. "What?" she asked. I looked back at my phone, making sure it wasn't a hallucination in my head. The text message was still there. 

With shaken hands, I hand her my phone while I eat the other portion of the dumpling. She looked at the text, then at me. "Oh fuck..."

Oh fuck indeed. 

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Ahhhhhh!!!!! This is the first chapter of many more to come! Please let me know what you think of it. I would very much appreciate any type of comment, whether it is your opinion or just anything! It would def motive me more to keep going.

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[kerubimcrepin]

Episode 32 - Pupuce's Life

Finally, an episode where I won't have to say anything At All.

To extract some value from this ep despite how it is kinda boring, I will overanalyse this room now.

Firstly, Kerubim is so orphancoded. He's so old and sleeping on a bunk bed with no lower bunk.

I like to think that, in the orphanage, Kerubim and Atcham got into bloodied battles where they scratched the shit out of each other over who gets the top bunk, and due to not being hairless Kerubim always won and bullied him into sleeping on the lower one.

I like to think it was one of Atcham's many tragic backstories. Like that's when The Darkness truly began to grow.

I genuinely think it's fucked that Joris, at 7 years old, is sleeping in a cat bed. But also, that's not even one tenth of the most insanely evil things about their household.

They have so many potatos and so much bread... Heaven on earth.

Ever since I mentioned it in one of my earlier posts, I had wanted to elaborate just a bit on some other evidence for my headcanon (or, well, pretty-much-canon?) of Joris being a night owl, and this moment of Joris just blatantly oversleeping is as good time as any to bring it up:

We often see Joris awake at night, or staying up very late without any issues.

Perhaps, it is due to Kerubim himself often staying up late, and also due to, y'know, the child neglect that was probably happening before Simone, that he developed a circadian rhythm that has him being so okie-dokie staying up late.

I won't even point out that there's a random knife on the floor. I am fucking numb to the sheer neglect in this household by now. Kerubim could leave rat poison in Joris's bed and I would be like "oh that silly goofster!"

But I will point out that it seems that Kerubim often leaves Joris alone with Simone, and I will be real — in my heart of hearts I know that this fucker left Joris home alone since he was like four whenever he needed to do something. Or he'd be like "uhhh go across the street and sit at miss Julie's, brb" and be gone for hours. He probably left him home alone over overnight too. You can't tell me I'm wrong.

It would be out of character for him to get someone to actually babysit. Especially with how shit their home was.

"No, little pupuce, don't go into SCP-914!!"

"Oh mon dieu, c'est un scp full of evil clonen !"

Kerubim is insane. All these pictures of his ex, and none of his son. He really is insane.

I think Kerubim still draws, at least in some capacity. No other reason for there to be oil paints in their home.

Though perhaps Kerubim is into the idea of his son getting poisoned by expensive-ass professional-grade paint. Maybe he's just into that.

"ASTRUB CITY" repeated twice. + "Dofus Pets 2" (obviously.)

Also, jellyvision movie theatres are real. And so are traffic lights. Though I didn't bother screenshotting the second thing.

Oh this one is even better than that time we found out that someone at Ankama called a person named Emilie a bad word in this kids cartoon. You'll love this.

I'm sorry french person from 2013, but I've been translating this text with a huge grin on my face. You ARE the interesting find.

This ad is so beautiful. Thank you, Kerubim.

The man might pretend that he doesn't like Pupuces as a species all he wants, but his actions speak louder than his words. He's never beating the love allegations.

They are all so bad at taking photos... Also! This confirms that at least a Single photo of Joris, as well as Simone, is on a wall somewhere in the house. Big day for regaining belief in Kerubim's normalcy.

This says "ANNIV PUPUCE", which finally made me realize, that there are three champagne glasses on the table, one in Joris's hand, as well as some weird looking food with candles in it (probably pupuce's food?).

This changes EVERYTHING. Kerubim is no longer an evil fucking cat/enemy #1 of this blog. Kerubim has been forgiven.

[glassofspoiledmilk]

Going Gold | Yuri P.

Chapter 8, Dinner | TW: Language

As we made our way to the restaurant, i walked beside Yuri, glancing at him occasionally. When we got to the restaurant, it was packed with people. We waited in a line for about 10 minutes before getting up to the hostess stand.

"We have a reservation under the name baranoskaya" Lilia said.

"Yes your table is ready, follow me" the hostess replied as she escorted us to our table.

It was a a circular table with a white cloth covering it. There were two chairs on each side, Yuri and I sat on the left side, Yakov and Lilia sat on the right.  I lifted up my menu and tried to read it but it was all in french, and I don't speak a lick of French.

"Yo Yuri what does this mean" I said as I pointed to a paragraph on the menu.

"Why are you reading the French side" he said, giving me a look.

"There's an English side?" I asked, slightly embarrassed.

He took the menu out of my hands, flipped it over, and gave it back to me.

"There" he replied.

"Oh" I said defeated as I read over the menu.

"Bonjour, my name is Vivianne and I will be your waiter this evening, can I get you guys anything to drink?" The waiter said with a thick French accent as she popped up infront of our table.

"I'll have a glass of Chateau Angelus red wine" Lilia says as she puts her menu down.

"Um I'll have a glass of Pinot Grigio" yakov says awkwardly.

"Can I have apple juice" Yuri says nonchalantly.

I kick his knee.

"What the fuck Yuri who orders fucking Apple Juice at a fancy French restaurant!" I whisper yell at him.

"What do you want me to order!?" He says back.

"I don't know but definitely not apple juice!" I say  as I roll my eyes.

"So apple juice or no?" The waiter says awkwardly.

"Uh yea sorry" he says, glaring at me.

"And what would you like ma'am?" The waiter asks me.

"Can I have cherry coke please?" I ask.

"Oh yea sodas so fancy Y/N that's what I should've ordered" Yuri says sarcastically.

"Shut up" I said as I kick him under the table.

"Oww" he whined as he reached down to grab his knee.

"Alright I'll be back with your drinks shortly" Vivianne says sounding slightly frightened.

I rolled my eyes as I looked back at the menu to look for something to order. I decided that I was going to get French onion soup because that was the only thing I was familiar with on the menu.

When the waiter came back with our drinks, she asked us if we were ready to order.

Lilia and yakov ordered some fancy French dish I had never heard of, Yuri got Alfredo pasta (which I hadn't seen on the menu), and I obviously got the French onion soup.

"So yuri, still confident your gonna win?" I tease.

"Yea why wouldn't I be" he says looking up at me from his phone.

"Just wondering, cuz you know I'm doing more quads than you are" I say as I take a sip of my drink.

He groans at my obvious attempts to annoy him.

"Also where did you find the Alfredo?" I add.

"In the pasta section?" He says with a snarky tone.

"Oh" I replied.

Around 20 minutes later the waiter comes back with our food.

"Does everything look ok?" She said after she placed down everyone food.

"It look great thank you" yakov says politely.

"Great I'll be back to check on your guys in a little" She adds as she walks away.

I ate some of my soup, and then looked over at Yuri.

"Yuri that smells really good, can I have some?" I say as I lean over towards him.

His face slightly reddens.

"ew no get your nasty face out of my food your gonna infect it" he said, pushing me away.

"Oh Yuri you suck" I say, annoyed.

I slightly gasp.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

"Oh my god Yuri look at that!" I say as I point to across the restaurant.

As he looks over I lean in and take some of his pasta, however he whips back and my face flies straight into his food.

I lift up my head, which is now covered in sauce, and wipe my eyes.

Yuri bursts out laughing.

"I hate you so much Yuri" i say, half joking.

I excuse myself to the bathroom, which is extremely fancy.

The lights are dimmed, and the walls look like they're straight out of Versailles.

I walk over to the mirror, and grab a crap ton of paper towels.

I wiped down my face first, then my hair.

The top of my head was completely slicked down with water so I pulled it back into a ponytail. I grabbed my handbag and pulled out my mascara, eyeliner, blush, and lipgloss. When I started doing my makeup, I heard someone open the door.

I look in the mirror and see Yuri standing in the bathroom with his eyes covered.

"Yuri it's just me in here, you don't have to cover your eyes" I said.

He removed his hand and looked at me.

"U-uhm I just wanted to say sorry for laughing, even though it was funny" Yuri said as he walked over towards me.

I face back to the mirror and re apply my mascara.

"It's fine I was being stupid, you don't need to apologize" I say with a  laugh.

He laughs.

As I reapply my makeup, I can feel his gaze upon me. My cheeks blush red as I try not to look at him.

When I finished I turned to look at him and he looked back at me.

I could tell he was trying to repress the blush on his cheeks.

"There's something in your hair" he says as he laughs hysterically.

My face goes completely red from embarrassment.

"Here I got it" he says as he reaches back and grabs a couple paper towels from the dispenser.

I looked deep into his eyes, almost in a trance as he gently cupped the side of my face with his left hand and carefully got some sauce out of my hair with his right.

I could feel my heart rate increase within seconds.

He turns around to throw away the paper towel and I'm still completely dazed.

"Are you ok?" Yuri says as his face flushes an even deeper shade of pink.

"Yeah I'm fine" I reply as I snap back to reality.

"You ready to go back?" He asks.

"Yea" i add as I make my way to the door.

We walked outside of the bathroom together, which earned many looks of disapproval from nearby older couples.

"Hey Yuri do you think those older couples would believe me if I told them you were a girl" I say through repressed laughter.

He rolls his eyes and pushes me forward.

"Owww" I say as I rub my back.

He lets out a smug huff in response.

"I got the dessert menu from the waiter if you would like to look at it" Lilia says and we sit down across from her.

I picked up the menu, and Yuri leaned over my shoulder so he could see it too. His face was incredibly close to mine and I could feel the warmth of his body on my own.

I struggled to keep my eyes on the menu.

I read through and everything looked really good. there were fresh croissants, macarons, hot chocolate, every sweet French delicacy.

But I wasn't hungry, I didn't even want to eat my soup that was now starting to get cold from the time I was in the bathroom.

My stomach felt queasy like I was gonna be sick, but I knew I wasn't. I couldn't get my heart to stop racing, and I could tell my face was red. I took a sip of my coke and went on my phone, praying it would distract me enough to the point where I can normally function again.

Yuri ended up not getting anything and eating his pasta, which I though was absolutely disgusting because my entire head was in it, but whatever.  Lilia asked the waiter for the check and we headed on our way back to the hotel.

When we arrived, I was exhausted. I threw off my  heels and grabbed a pair off pajamas from my suitcase.

"I'm going to shower" I said with a yawn.

I walked into the bathroom and started the shower.

I looked into the mirror and pulled out my hair tie. The top of my head was completely slicked down, and the bottom was sticking out.

I physically cringed at the sight.

When I stepped into the shower I immediately started washing my hair to try and get the cheese out of my hair. After that I washed my body and got out. I put my pajamas on and sat down on the toilet for my nightly routine. I did my skincare like usual, but it didn't feel usual.

Something was wrong.

I couldn't say what it was even if I wanted too, something just felt different.

It wasn't necessarily a bad feeling, it was just different.

When I finished my skincare, I went back into the main area of the room and plopped down on my bed.

[7ndipity]

Hiiii! Happy new year love! 💞 I hope your shipping game isn't over. So let me introduce myself. 🫶🏻

Sun - taurus

Moon - Pisces

Rising - Sagittarius

I tend to be very introverted, however if I meet someone who's also very introverted, I kind of take the lead and become very extroverted, especially in situations where someone has to take action about a certain thing.

I like to think I'm open-minded, trying to understand everyone's perspective no matter what. I only respect and appreciate people who respect me too!

I overthink a lot and I get pretty self-conscious about myself. Im also very stubborn. I wouldn't say I'm very ambitious considering that I get demoralized easily and I need someone to support me especially emotionally. As much as I try to keep calm, I lose my temper very easily, but I'll quickly get over it if I get a few minutes to spend alone and really process the situation. I get overwhelmed a lot and I'm in constant stress. I have severe trust and abandonment issues.

English is not my first language and I'm a polyglot. I speak my mother language (I don't want to say what language it is), English, French, German, mandarin, Italian, basic Latin (I had to learn it in school 😔) and I'm currently learning Korean. My major at uni is history and I'm living in the balkans. (Maybe the last part wasn't necessary 💀)

I love history and foreign languages and cultures, I also love writing, drawing, fashion and reading!

Since I was 14, I do many fashion sketches.

My love languages (that I like to give to my s/o) is drawing them, physical affection and words of affirmation.

I also would love to receive praise and physical affection but if my s/o isn't okay with that then it's alright. I can live without it as I've been doing until now.

I like to read non-fiction, history, thriller and fiction literature and you can ask me anything about history and I will tell everything you like I'm some voice narrator on a documentary 😭

I watch mostly just documentaries and thriller dramas.

So as I've said at first, I'm introverted, but if I'm comfortable I quickly am very loud and social, however my social battery dies fast so I will at some point become suddenly silent. I also have adhd and anxiety. I used to suffer from depression since I was a little kid. I've got plenty trauma 😊 and I'm very scared of the dark and insects, like spiders for example.

I don't like dancing and singing, mainly because I'm bad at those 💀 and I also don't like painting.

Usually I'm the therapist friend and I never share anything about my personal life to my friends, I keep my problems to myself.

I love cats and skincare and I listen to music constantly ever since I was a baby.

I'm not very fond of petnames that couples use. However if someone calls me "love" or "darling" I will simply die

I can get quite possessive and jealous, but I don't usually show that to my partner or do anything about it at all. Mostly because I know it's a toxic trait so I keep it to myself as I don't want to potentially hurt or make my s/o feel bad.

I'm very loyal and loving. When people yell, don't let me speak or interrupt me while I'm speaking I get either very pissed or i simply just cry 🫠 I can get very triggered when someone yells at me

When I'm hurt, affected or upset about something that someone did to me, I will isolate myself and not tell them what's wrong until it's too late.

I dont like people telling me what to do.

I'm sorry if this was very chaotic written and not organized at all, I just wrote whatever came to my mind about myself (watch me forget to mention some important details about myself 🤦🏻‍♀️) but yeah, basically this is me. 🫶🏻

I would ship you with Yoongi and Hobi!

You and Yoongi have super similar personalities imo, so I feel like you would understand each other really well! Like even the way you described sounding like a docu narrator reminded me of how Army joke that Yoongi’s a walking encyclopedia on so many topics!😭(also Pisces are really great matches for earth signs like Taurus)

Yoongi and Hobi both have very supportive, reassuring energies, and tend to be the therapist friends as well, so I think they would be good at helping you open up and making you feel safe. I also feel like they would lowkey be a bit protective over you.🥺

I also kinda feel that you and Hobi would be a pretty good match! You have several similarities, and he also has this ability of bringing out the best in people and making them feel really comfortable, so I feel like he would be your ultimate hype man!😊

Hope this was okay💜

[electricrogue]

Got tagged by @tinknevertalks and @sarcasticsciencefictionwriter and fianlly got around to do this, so thank you (and sorry it took me so long)

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

72 apparently :D

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

244.448 - whew that was a pain to add up. But it is also scary from other points of view (but also fun) so worth it.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Sanctuary the most though I did some other stuff as well historically speaking xD.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Keep in mind the kudos are 100% based on how big the fandom is I guess so hmmm not sure it's fair. Here it goes anyway:

Mysterious Ways - Fleabag with Fleabag/Priest which is the only fic I wrote in that fandom funnily enough.

Confessions - La Casa de Papel with The Professor/Raquel

Reunion - same

Five Times Randall Came Up With Vermish Theories And One Time It Got Confirmed - this is The Order with Vera/Hamish and yeah it's basically the kids finding out their sexy boss is fucking (around) with someone they shouldn't but it's The Order and not Sanctuary for some reason :))

Meeting Someone Big - Again Vera/Hamish from the order and funnily enough this is one I would have done a lot better if I were into werewolves but I'm not so it turned fluffy and yeah xD.

See? 5 of them and none Sanctuary it's a good thing I don't write for kudos because I would have been pissed otherwise. I mean I loved these when I wrote them don't get me wrong but... Sanctuary is my baby ok. It's just that it's a very small fandom so yeah.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes I mean come on people do their best to leave them (never got nasty ones not really) so it's the least I can do

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't do angst not on ao3. Should have been Love in Perpetuity I started that one wanting to kill Helen but it's not ended because I couldn't bring myself to do it so yeah does it really count?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Either The Secret Beneath The Ice or Dear Stranger I guess (I mean Teslen is basically either engaged or with kids at the end so yeah)

8. Do you get hate on fic?

Not really

9. Do you write smut?

At some point I did it enough that it had kinda become my go to thing xD

10. Do you write crossovers?

Did my share of those as well

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes - London Miracles got translated into Russian partially.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Oh I did a lot more than that only not on AO3 xD. Me and some other girls had a porn writing club if you can call it that? And we did some Teslen stuff together. It's on fanfiction.net because we didn't know about ao3 at that point and at least two of us were hormonal teenagers and that's pretty much the only excuse I have for it existing xD. Look it up on your own risk

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Teslen all the way

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

Pffff that's a lot of them. London Miracles is the one I feel the worst about because I liked it but I haven't written in ages for it so not sure I can start over. Plus I am taken mostly writing wise for the next year so yeah. Not optimistic about this.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm better at writing dialogue than anything else (which can also get to be a major pain sometimes)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I hate descriptions with a passion especially if it's clothes (filled under why the hell did I sign up for some stuff Jesus Christ)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Me or other people? xD. I know like 4 languages in various degrees but I could get some sentences written in all of them. But French is too cliche, Romanian who the fuck speaks that, Dutch... well doesn't make sense with any of the fandoms I am in (except one but that's not fic writing material I said like the biggest liar in the world) and English is what I am writing fics in in the first place.

Other people writing this? More power to them :). Though if they mess up Romanian (which is the only one I know well enough to know if they do) I would gently point it out.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Tom and Jerry crossover with Chip and Dale. I was like 5 and I shipped Jerry with one of the squirrels not sure what that says about me xD.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

The Admins Know Better. Ooor Feather-Like Messages. They're the most me fics I ever wrote (as in they have a lot of stuff I like, I mean the first one is subtle but I know and this is what matters).

Tagging... hmm. Not sure who wasn't tagged yet from the people I know so I will go with @xbleeple, @zebsfloppyears, and whoever else wants to do it :)

[cosmo-lexies]

Midnight Rituals - 9. French fries

Lucas:

I closed the door of the car too strongly, but Atticus was behaving like a jerk and I couldn't bear him more. Fenix was in attitude more shy and silent than before.

"I said something wrong, I didn't want to offend Atticus," he said looking down.

"Not, this has nothing to do with us. They have their own business without resolving." He still looked off. "C'mon, we go to something to eat while they speak," my words seemed to comfort him because he smiled at me.

We went into the hamburger joint. The cashier followed me with the look, maybe I should have gone for sneakers to home.

"Do you know we have a dress code?" he said and immediately he made a cocky smile. "But for a handsome guy like you, I can make an exception."

I smiled at him back. He was a hot guy with some sexy tattoos on his arms and long black hair. He reminded me of an old rocker. We keep flirting while ordering. I bought a normal burger with cheese and Fenix ordered a triple maximum burger with french fries. The guy approached me with the receipt. He rested his elbows on the counter and I did the same making sure my biceps showed. If you work out hard five times a week, you want it to be noticed.

"Your order will be in ten minutes. But I wasn't joking about the dress code. If you wait outside before my boss sees you, I appreciate it," he winked at me.

Fenix and I left the restaurant and we leaned against the wall next to the door. Fenix was weird, he didn't speak and didn't look at me during the time we were inside the burger joint. Then he took his phone; I decided to do the same, but I remembered that my father took it off as part of my punishment and also of my followers who won't have updates for a time.

Suddenly, Fenix made a frustrated face. "Shit" he yelled.

"What happened?" I asked.

"As I didn't pick up the phone, my dad went to the police. And your father told him that we had broken some books in the library and that we're now helping to clean up."

"What, really?"

"Yes, I'll be grounded until college," he sighed.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Why do you apologize? It isn't your fault."

Maybe it wasn't my fault, but it was from my dad and this made me feel guilty. He is so square since my mom abandoned us. He doesn't listen to me or anyone. The hot cashier shouted our number before I could think about what to say. I looked inside and saw a man with a tag that said 'Manager'.

"Don't worry, I go," Fenix said.

He went back with two paper bags and three smoothies. I took some things off him so he could walk comfortably. He was weird again, he avoided my look and he had a sad face.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, I am. By the way," he gave me a napkin, "from the guy at the counter."

I looked at the napkin which was a number, an Instagram, and a name, Marcus. I noticed that Fenix had continued walking without saying anything. His attitude brought back bad memories of my past.

We approached the car and saw that Atticus and Rosemary were starting a conversation. I touched Fenix's shoulder and indicated to go to a table at the side of the burger joint. I could take the opportunity to talk with him. We sat down and started to eat our hamburgers.

"Fenix, I want to ask something I need you to be sincere," I said.

"Of course," he answered.

"Do you have some problem with me being gay?"

He stopped to eat. "Not, why do you think this?"

I looked down. "The birthday party of Sam Hudson in third grade."

Shortly after coming out, there was a boy, Chad, who always made fun of me because of my stuttering and gayness. As Fenix was my friend he said we are a couple. Fenix said that it didn't bother him. But at Sam's party, Chad was especially cruel. This day was so nervous that I had my first change into a bear. And Fenix got into a fistfight with Chad.

Initially, I thought he had lost control because of Chad's insults, like me but in his own way. However, from that moment he stopped staying to play or come to my house. He only spooked with me in school, and ever there he was distant.

"Did I say something wrong at that party? I'm sorry, I don't have a problem with gayness ..."

"I'm speaking about the fight and  from that moment you stopped to hang out with me,"

I gained self-confidence over time. But, eight-years-old Lucas had suffered a lot losing a friend for coming out of the closet. If I hated him, this would be easier. But I didn't hate him and for this reason, his behavior hurt me so much.

"Yes, but it wasn't for this. You were shapeshifting in the bathroom," he said.

"Wait, did you know?" I asked surprised.

"Yes, for this reason, I fight with Chad. He was searching for you and I didn't have a better idea to distract him," he said a little embarrassed.

"Then why did you become distant?"

"Do you remember what happened after?" I shook my head, I really don't remember anything after the transformation. " Sam's parents called our homes, your father came for you and my grandmother came for me. She saw both of you and she was really angry to not say anything about you being a shapeshifter."

We both stayed silent, I didn't know what to say.

"However," he carried on, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry so much. Although, my grandmother didn't want I shouldn't have been a jerk with you. There is nothing bad with you being a werebear. I was the same as a homophobe in many ways."

"I understand that for normal people this is hard, it was for my mother. I'm not angry with you,"I said with sadness in my voice.

He had been a good friend for a long time, and although he had become distant since the party, he tried to support me when my mother abandoned us. Besides, I really couldn't blame him for obeying his grandmother at the age of nine. Although that was painful when I was young, I really wanted to move on.

He looked at me. "Can we be friends again?"

"Of course," I smiled and hugged him, the truth I did without thinking.

"Thank you, It's good to see that you're still the same," he looked away.

"Why change the perfection?" I said and we both laughed.

As we finished the food, we lay down on the table. Each to one side. We were in silence for a while, only looking at thestars.

"Lucas, I wanna tell you something that I don't tell anyone besides my grandmother. Now, we're friends again I wanna tell you more than anyone," I nodded. He took a big breath of air. "I think I'm bi, well, I'm really sure I'm bi."

"Cool! Finally an LGTBI friend," I said very happily, partly because I was happy and others because I know how hard may be coming out of the closet and I wanted him to feel supported.

"Thank you, I was scared about this," he said with a smile.

"I know that it can be hard, but I'm sure that your parents will support you. And I'm here for whatever you need."

"You're at the best," he said trying to hide the worry in his voice.

I didn't want the mood to decay. I raised my back slightly, enough to see his face. "Well, it's high time we started with the important conversation, the crushes. Imagine that we are into the same guy, this has to speak now for security," I said joking.

He made a face of concentration like he was analyzing something "Lucas look," he pointed behind me.

I looked back and saw bolts of lightning, a lot of them over our high school. Well over not because they seemed to go from earth to heaven. We both looked at one another and then ran full speed to the car.

[dahul-conlang]

So - on that note of questions (i.e, why the IPA was invented and why i'd def def recommend it as an area of focus rn), i've got two:

your "R" sound. is it the english one? the french one? or a more general rolled r?

when you say the suffixes are (v)C, does that mean they're pronounced, if unwritten? i.e, is the (a) in RA-ha-(a)ng pronounced, making a double-length "a" sound? or is it unpronounced?

Well, don't get completely caught up in IPA. it's a common pitfall to get really into a language's sound system and leave the grammar kind of hanging high and dry.

For not being given in IPA, your sound chart is honestly really solid! but cracks like this will always show up should the exact sounds be left vague.

Even then, you don't actually need to memorize the IPA. A working familiarity with it is enough to get by. You always have the actual chart to reference if you want exact usages, and honestly a lot of linguistics can get fuzzy once you get into the weeds and details. i referenced the chart when making the image below, even!

and speaking of the image, it's a quick IPA chart I threw together based on your post. You'll notice that there are two "r" sounds, due to the ambiguity of which one you were referring to. The upside-down "alveolar approximant" is the english "r," since I'm assuming you're an english speaker.

However! the trilled /r/ is way way more common in languages (the english "r" is famously weird, only like 2 major languages on earth have it). /r/ in a vacuum thus tends to refer to that one. hence. the confusion.

(also, we don't know your exact english accent! i went with the broadest interpretations i could, but those are still really messy, esp. for vowels)

i'm so sorry about the post & ask spam I'm just really very excited to see someone who's taken up the hobby. You do not have to listen to anything i say none of this is like "you suck and your language sucks" it does not please do not take it as such. that's not even the scale that we're operating on, here: conlanging is an art. it is impossible to do it "wrong" or "poorly."

Thank you so much for that quick IPA chart, it eliminated my IPA intimidation enough for me to actually approach it.

I found an interactive IPA chart to check, and you nailed it! Exactly what I intended.

As for the R, the approximate alveolar ɹ is the one I intended! I had wondered why I saw r so often and so rarely ɹ, I didn't know ɹ was so unusual! Fascinating. I do think it's what I want to stick with.

[when you say the suffixes are (v)C, does that mean they're pronounced, if unwritten? i.e, is the (a) in RA-ha-(a)ng pronounced, making a double-length "a" sound? or is it unpronounced?]

Yes on the double-length "a" sound! I'll update that post to be more clear.

All my appreciation for this ask and all the input!

Rabe-ti mamat samada! ("Moons carry you", casual parting phrase)

[wheelcr]

can you share more about miles from your turning dr ??? he’s just so unique and i’m rlly curios about what his little quirks and preferences are <3

ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐑. ✧ ˚ ༘ ゛

hihi whoever nonie this is hello this has been rotting in my drafts for a full week now so sorry about that JSHSJDN

♡. miles is a fucking menace. i'm sure we've established that well enough already ( a hot one though ... ) also the fact that he's not really a menace on purpose

♡. he's also very smart. like he can solve complex equations way faster than i ever could. he also knows how to sew, to bake, to play all kinds of instruments, and he speaks over 5 different languages including, but not limited to; greek, french, japanese, chinese & getman

you bet he speaks in french with flora just so me and kate have no fucking clue what they're saying, little rascals

♡. the thing is, he's a prissy prince, but he's genuinely not aware of it?? he was raised a wealthy boy, and was really young when his parents d.ed and was put into the care of ms. grose who definitely did nothing to fix his attitude

like when i tell miles to clean up after himself he's not like "lmfao that's not my problem" no it's like a genuine "?? but that's not my job???" like mf was raised to believe that, and flora unfortunately has the same exact mindset

♡. not to mention, he sucks at doing basic household shit because of this?? like, he's 15, you'd expect that he has at least a little knowledge on how to do a few chores, right? wrong!!

"how the— what? how the fuck do you—?" all i could do was stand and watch in disbelief as he grunted, repeatedly putting the soiled bowl under running water

he sent me a pleading look, growing even more frustrated from the expression i was giving him "what?" "miles, you've gotta be kidding me right now—" "this whole thing was your idea! you wanted me to 'get my ass off the couch and clean my own shit'" his voice going higher near the end, mocking my words from earlier

i scoffed and snatched the bowl from his hands "yeah, but did you really think that you wash dishes by just.. putting them in water?" there was a long pause

"yeah..? i dunno, this is commoner person stuff completely new to me" "oh my fucking god"

♡. does this really cute thing where he scrunches up his nose!! idk why he does it but it's fucking adorable like one of the few moments when i don't wanna punch miles is when he does that he looks like a little bunny

♡. he's one of those guys who wears sweaters even on the hottest of days. like in the middle of july he's out in jeans and a fuzzy turtleneck. honestly?? i don't blame him. the sweaters that he owns are all fucking bomb, though you can't expect anything less from a multimillionaire kid. he doesn't even sweat! which makes it creepier bc i swear this kid is cold blooded

♡. miles love love loves the night sky! when me and kate moved into the mansion, i got a guest room that had a clear view of the moonlight, so much so that on some nights, my room would be completely illuminated by the light :o

♡. part of the reason why i didn't like miles a lot at first is because i would wake up in the middle of the night i would see him?? in my room?? like, he wasn't even looking at me, he was, however, faced outside the window ( ngl the soft glow of the moonlight did look really pretty on his face )

turns out the room i had occupied was one of miles' favorites to hang out in, because of the stunning view of the sky. and, y'know, miles being miles, couldn't really communicate that to me like a normal person so he opted to break into my room every night with a spare key just to go stargazing

♡. hence, my tag for him being 'star!'

♡. will never admit it but he's a huge huge bookworm. spends lots of time cooped up in the library which is god knows where in the stupid manor, i've been living there for like 2 weeks now and i still don't know my way around. though i know that if miles isn't jamming out in his room he's either out with samson or sprawled out on one of the couches with his nose shoved in some dusty thriller novel

the nickname he gave for me actually comes from a book ^^

"i'm sorry, uh, what won't do?"

the teen in front of me shrugged and walked a little closer. "your name. flora? we've already got a flora around here," he said, gesturing behind him to his younger sister "that's gonna make things a little complicated"

feeling a little embarrassed, i shrunk in on myself "oh, well, uh, sorry about that, uhm—" miles looked up as if he were pondering for a moment, mumbling my name to himself. "florelise, elise, florelise.. florie, lorie.. lorelei"

"what?" i quirked a brow at him "i'll call you lorelei, like lorelei lee from—" "gentlemen prefer blondes" he gave me a charming grin that sent off dozens of butterflies in my stomach

but then, i realized "wait a second, are you calling me a gold digger?" "dunno, am i?" and with that, miles walked backwards— into the next room, his figure disappearing upstairs

♡. wears jeans a lot, not only because yk they look good on him ig but also because they're quite strong. miles has a habit of scratching at his thighs and knees when he gets agitated, and it used to lead to some tears in his old pants or scratches on his skin

♡. knows how to use a gun. no i will not elaborate further upon this

♡. when he's not waking me up in the middle of the night by breaking into my room, he's waking me up at 4 in the motherfucking morning to the sound of him and his horse samson laughing and running around by my window

which, i'll admit, i did get out of bed early one or two times just to fondly watch him from my windowsill, trying to hide behind the pink curtains

♡. poor boy bottles up his feelings a lot :c given miles' history with anger issues n violence + the fact that he's filthy rich, he didn't have very many friends in any of the schools he went to ( aside from maybe the boys n girls who were all over him ) so he's just gotten used to letting all his anger out on his drums

♡. super fucking touch starved because of this. but he's spent so much time without anybody but flora and their governesses ( who always seem to go missing ) that he's never really known how to interact with people, aside from either babying and doting on them or making fun of them

i remember when we first met, i could tell he was trying to be nice to me, he just didn't know how, so he ended up coming across as flirtatiously snarky? i thought it was his own spin on 'bad boy charm' but no it's genuinely his lack of social skills

♡. often uses spiders as a way to touch people because, again, he just doesn't know how to communicate the fact that he wants to hold me

the hair on my neck was rising, i couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching me, and it didn't help that the study was quite cold as the sun was beginning to set

and then, i felt it. a pair of bony arms snaking their way around my waist. a soft "hey there sunshine" whispered into my ear

i didn't even flinch, instead relishing in the feeling for a moment, having grown used to the random displays of affection the weird boy would offer. "miles, what are you doing? i didn't even hear you coming"

silence fell upon us for a few seconds, i could've sworn he was pressing his face into my stomach, and.. his grip on me was getting tighter? before he pulled away, cheeky grin back on his face

"i just saved you from this little guy!" he announced proudly, lifting up his hand to show a small spider crawling along the back. i fought the urge to flinch away as i looked up at him "right, yeah, no. there was no spider on me"

his eyes got all wide and his lips formed a pout, that same look when he was trying to manipulate flora into playing along with his jokes "how would you know, silly, you had your face buried in that book!"

deciding to play along, despite both of us knowing that he had the spider in his pocket just for an excuse to snuggle up with me for a few seconds "i guess so, thanks miles"

♡. he's a huge lover of waffles. yes, exclusively waffles. it only ever will be waffles. will literally whine and cry if he gets pancakes for breakfast because "the syrup doesn't stick to it! it has no ridges, so it just slides off!" which is honestly super valid, i was shocked when he made that point during breakfast

♡. painfully obvious liar. either his excuse is complete bullshit or he cannot meet you in the eyes when he lies. it's honestly quite cute in circumstances like when he's telling me that my outfit looks weird and he just can't bring himself to make eye contact with me. he looks so kissable negl

♡. can i just say that miles is the best brother ever? well, maybe not the best best but, he's done so much for flora. he's never made fun of her for her fear of going out, is so super duper patient with her, is so nurturing and kind and overall just amazing to his sister

♡. miles is honestly a sweet sweet boy, according to the stuff that mrs. grose tells me. though, to be honest, she's not that much of a reliable resource, but i won't complain

she told me stories from before he was corrupted at the hands of quint. how he was terrified of spiders and horses, how he was always the one who made morning coffee for his parents, how his face would flush red and hide when someone so much as looked at him for a few seconds

♡. and y'know? sometimes, i still see that boy, in the moments when he shares his secret stargazing spot with me, in the moments when he hesitates before hopping on samson, in the moments when he makes me and flora hot chocolate on a cold rainy day. he's still in there

in conclusion, miles fairchild quit being stubborn and choose me i can fix you i swear /hj

tagging my girlies @msdiorlvr & @baby-ditzzy bc ik they're waiting on this

[dreamcubed]

gorgeous | fleur delacour x reader

song; gorgeous [taylor swift] pairing; fleur delacour x gender neutral!french-speaking!reader genre; s2l, light angst, fluff word count; 1,3k timeline; goblet of fire warnings; swearing, (underage) alcohol consumption summary; you, like everyone else, were drawn to the part-veela fleur delacour when beauxbatons visited, only she thought that you hated her because you made it your mission to avoid her

a/n; i have no idea if fleur fanfiction is popular but she seemed like the only correct choice for this song!

a/n 2; also i think my favourite explanation for fleur's grandmother being full veela despite veela only being women (which opens the question of how do they reproduce), is that half of veela are transwomen, allowing for reproduction in a way that jk rowling would despise :)

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"you are so gorgeous, it makes me so mad."

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Beauxbatons: the French school for witchcraft and wizardry, full of angelic students dressed in white and baby blue. At least, that was the impression you got when they first arrived at Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament.

Of course, one stood out more than the others - and that was before she was picked as Beauxbatons' representative in the competition. The part-veela Miss Fleur Delacour was a sight for sore eyes: her beauty was radiant in a way that no human could achieve, but you could live without that level of beauty as long as you could admire hers.

Her friendship group had taken to yours in the first weeks of the year, and you wish you could say that you hadn't given Fleur a bad impression. Except, you had, as all you did was avoid her: avoid her gaze, avoid her conversation starters, avoid her presence. Silence was your primary virtue as of late, and your friends were becoming both concerned and pissed with you.

"Y/N, stop being so rude to Fleur, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Pranpiya snapped as you sat in your house common room.

"Merlin, Pran, this is Y/N we're talking about, I'm sure they have a perfectly reasonable explanation," Darla said, sitting by you, "Right?"

You chewed on your lip, feeling your heart twist as the thought of Fleur's golden locks flashed across your mind.

In your silence, Pranpiya scoffed, "I never took you for a bitch."

Your eyes widened in alarm.

"Pran, tone it down," Darla snapped, "Y/N, I can see you have something to say. Please say it."

"She's so gorgeous," you mumbled, "I can't say anything to her face."

Realisation quickly dawned on both Pranpiya and Darla's faces.

"You don't hate her," the former said slowly, "You fancy her."

You nodded hesitantly, hating the aching absence of words that followed the newfound shared understanding.

"Well, avoiding her won't make her your girlfriend," Pranpiya said suddenly, "Talk to her, ask her out."

You shook your head hurriedly, "I can't. Her beauty is intimidating."

***

It was your charms class that was now taken up by a lot of Beauxbatons students, including Fleur. She didn't sit next to you, instead next to one of her French friends, though that didn't stop interactions from occurring.

You had gotten to class early and had been instructed to hand out the textbooks by Flitwick, finding yourself zoned out as you completed the task. Alas, you being mentally absent led you to bump into someone else, causing the stack of books in your arms to fall to the ground, narrowly missing your feet.

"Ah, pardon, sorry," that terrifyingly familiar voice exclaimed, crouching down to help gather the books up.

You remained silent, as the blood in your veins had ran cold with irrational fear.

"Here," she handed the stack back over to you, making you gulp as you fumbled to get the life back into your limbs.

"Thanks," you muttered, quickly walking away to continue with the task.

"Y/N," she called from behind you, causing you to freeze again.

"Can we talk after class?" you couldn't see her expression, but her eyebrows were furrowed.

You inhaled deeply, "Can't. Sorry."

***

The celebrations after the first Triwizard event were massive, including many secretive parties in the house common rooms. You were invited to one, and you were amazed to see people from a variety of houses all in one house quarters for the first time. Someone had obtained alcohol - you didn't know who, but you were grateful, since the party you were at was the same as the one Fleur was attending and you needed liquid courage.

"I mean look at her, why does she walk with such poise? Who does she think she is?" you slurred, the fire whiskey in your glass sloshing about.

Pranpiya side-eyed you, "I get you're hurting, babe, but you're being mean."

"I think we need to cut off the alcohol, we haven't even been here half an hour and you're twatted," Darla said, forcefully removing the glass from your grip.

"No, don't do this to me, Darla," you whined, admitting defeat nonetheless.

"I'm worried about you, Y/N, you-" but you cut Darla off.

"Oh, look! It's the Weasley twins. I'm gonna go talk to the Weasley twins."

Your friends couldn't stop you, and simply watched in amazement as your usually introverted self started chatting enthusiastically with anyone who looked your way. Anyone, of course, expect Fleur, who had been looking at you longingly from a distance.

Eventually, she had enough of your uncalled for silent treatment, and walked up to you, delicately touching your hand to get your attention. You jumped a bit, looking to see who the culprit was, only to make eye contact with the most gorgeous woman you had ever seen.

"Y/N, please may we talk?" she asked, and in your drunken stupor, you finally agreed.

She sighed with relief, and dragged you over to a quiet corner.

"Why do you ignore me? What did I do?" she asked, her face in a frown.

"You should take it as a compliment," you slurred.

"What? What do you mean?"

"Yes, you do, look at you," you replied, the little sober voice in the back of your mind screaming for you to shut up, "You're so gorgeous."

She appeared taken aback, "Merci, but why? Why does zat make you ignore me?"

"You intimidate me," you pouted, "You make me angry with the things you make me feel."

Her ocean blue eyes were pinned on yours after your confession, and you had this overwhelming sensation that you might be sinking and drowning in that moment.

"I do not get it," she sighed, "Je pensais que tu me détestais."

"I do, I mean," you scrambled to find the words, "You're so cool, it makes me hate you, I-"

She stared at you with widened eyes, "You understood me?"

You nodded, "Il n'y a rien que je déteste plus que ce que je peux pas avoir."

Fleur stood still for a few moments, "Why would you zink you cannot have me?"

"Well, 'cause- you're you! And I'm... me."

She shook her head, quickly darting forward to peck your lips. "Je te kiffe."

You remained in shock for a good few seconds, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

"You will come to ze Yule Ball wiz me, yes?" she asked hopefully.

With your brain still buffering, you slowly nodded your head, making her beam.

"Ah, perfect!" she grabbed your hand, interlocking your fingers, "You are so gorgeous, too, you know? You should not have zought you had no chance wiz me."

"But, I-"

"No, none of zat," she said dismissively, "I have liked you since ze moment I met you, it hurt so much zat you seemed to not like me."

"I'm sorry," you mumbled, "You just make my heart hurt."

"But zat can be a good zing, no?"

Hesitantly, you bobbed your head.

"I want to try zis wiz you, please let me."

"Okay," you said quietly, "Let's try."

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written; 02/11/2022 —> 06/11/2022 published; 07/11/2022 edited; —/—/——

taglist; @workinatdapyramid

[oneirataxiahiraeth]

The Price of Hatred || pt.2

Pairings : fem!reader x heretic!kaiparker

Warnings : swearing, use of magic, smut, p in v, choking, ‘bondage’, mentions of death, ‘hate’ sex, name calling, pet names ‘angel’ and ‘princess’, some angst at the end

Word Count : 4.3k

A/N :

… you guys wanted a part 2 really bad… and I really wanted to write a part 2 really bad… so here’s our part two. :)))

Wannabe Bundy: is your phone dead?

   Wannabe Bundy: why are you not answering my calls?

   Wannabe Bundy: don't be like that, Princess. You know I'm crazy about you😍😉

    There wasn't a moment since that night that you haven't thought about what happened. The way your body reacted to his touch, his taste, his very scent. How you still found yourself squirming whenever your necklace moved a certain way around your neck. You hadn't stopped thinking about him and it was truly beginning to piss you off. His constant texts and calls weren't helping very much either.

    "You okay?" Bonnie asked, stealing one of your fries since you didn't seem to be paying attention to anything going on around you.

   "Huh?" You looked up from your phone. Bonnie raised an eyebrow, concern written on her face as you blinked a few times. "Oh, yeah, I'm good. Swear. I just... uhm... I don't know. I guess I'm worried about Elena is all." You cleared your throat. "She's been under for a while and we haven't gotten any closer to figuring out what's wrong with her." You sighed.

   "Mhm," Bonnie let out a huff, still a bit skeptical. "Trust me, I know. Me and Kai have been stuck knees deep in grimoires for days." You shifted in your seat at the mention of his name. A familiar feeling bubbling in the pit of your stomach, your core heating as your thighs squeezed together at the mere mention of him. "You good?" She asked again.

   "Yeah, I'm good." You nodded. You're eyes glanced down at your phone once more as another texts from Kai came through.

  Wannabe Bundy: come on, Princess, you know I'm just teasing;)

"You keep looking at your phone... anyone special?" Bonnie asked.

   "Pfft, definitely not." You scoffed. "It's no one." You shrugged.

   "Really? That no one has had you distracted for a majority of tonight." She mentioned. "Are they at least cute?" She asked trying to make light conversation.

   "If demon rats are cute to you."

"Okay... so who is it?"

   "No one. Don't worry about it?" You wave it off.

"Huh..." she hummed, nodded to herself as she bit off another piece of her French fry.

   "What?"

"Haven't seen you this stand off-ish since Me and Damon left you alone with Kai." Again, butterflies fluttering through you. "Which we also haven't talked about, and if that's the whole reason you're still mad at me and Damon just know that I am sorry, and it wasn't my idea." She defended herself and your eyes narrowed at the witch.

"I'm not stand off-ish, and yes I am still very upset with both of you about that." You crossed your arms and she rolled her eyes.

"Come on, it couldn't haven't been that bad." She frowned and your eyes rolled. "Kai even said there was a moment when the two of you got together." She sighed and your eyes went wide as you sat up straight in your seat.

"He said what?!" You growled earning a weird look.

"He said you two got along together..." body mentioned a bit slower at your reaction and current state. "It's not some big crime, you know. Trust me, I hate him, but when he's not being a murderous ass he's helpful in situations like these." She sighed and you relaxed. Of course your mind was playing tricks on you. Why wouldn't it be?

"Kai is probably the most repulsive human beings I've ever met. He's selfish, and power hungry, and arrogant. There is no one I'd rather spend my time with less than Malachi Parker." You're tone was stern, and even had Bonnie's eyebrows raised. She wasn't expecting all of that, but it definitely wasn't like you to not speak your mind. "I could never, and will never look at him as anything other than that." You finished. You let out a tiny huff of air, tryna not to seem as worked up by his mention as you truly were. It wasn't exactly working though.

    "Okay, okay, I get it." Bonnie hummed. "But just do you know," she reached over placing a hand over yours. A sympathetic look crossing her face as she made sure to catch your gaze. "Admitting that your warming up to him isn't admitting that your okay with everything he's done. You aren't a bad person for seeing the good in someone, if anything that just makes you more good." Bonnie ensured.

     It was a gesture to calm you down. Make you feel more at ease with the racing if your minds thoughts. Instead, it just made your thoughts turn faster. You hated Kai Parker. Or at least you wanted to. It was your shameful secret that you were actually thinking about tolerating his presence. But since that last time you'd seen him there's been nothing but guilt and shame and remorse. What you did was wrong, and if Bonnie found out.... Would she have been as understanding?

   These thoughts tortured you for the rest of your day. Traveling with you through lunch and to every store Bonnie dragged you into. It was like he was following you around everywhere you went. Making sure you didn't have the chance to forget what you did. And up until Bonnie finally gave up on every store you went into, it tortured you from the outsides in. 

   You locked your home door behind you, dropping the bags of clothes, and new shoes that you bought as a simple distraction. Bonnie swore it'd make you feel better, but it didn't. It just made you feel worse. Spoiling yourself after such a horrid deed was done. You dragged yourself up the stairs. Feet aching, and mind in need of a rest so deep you'd never wake up.

   "Oh goody, your home, I was beginning to get worried." You jumped back, body colliding with the wall behind you as the noise came from nowhere.

    You hurried to turn on the light to your bedroom, revealing the stretched heretic waiting patiently for you on your perfectly made up bed. He sat with a giddy smile, waving his fingers at you like this was just another Tuesday night.

   "What the hell are you doing in my house?!" You scoffed, pushing yourself off the wall.

   "Well..." he hummed, sitting up in your bed, tossing his feet over the side as he contemplated his next explanation.

   "You know what, don't answer that. Just get out." You pointed to the door.

    "See, I would do that. But I don't wanna." Kai stood, looking at you as if you didn't strike an ounce of fear in him. "You haven't been answering my messages all day, is it a crime for me to worry?"

   "No, it is however, breaking and entering and harassment." You reply and he smiled.

    "Funny." His nose scrunched. "But I'm only here because of you." He shrugged.

   "Well I'm fine, not dead, not hurt, I won't be able to say the same for you if you don't leave." You reply and he began ticking his tongue.

   "That's not what I meant." He sang. "I'm only here because you want me here." He smiles and your eyebrows scrunched.

   "Have you not been listening to the past 2 minutes of this conversation?"

    "Have I mentioned how hot it is when your trying to hate me?" He smirked, and you're mouth opened to reply but shut quickly when you realized you had nothing to say. "It's really just sooo adorable." You were furious with your position right now. Absolutely helpless. "By the way, with my new heightened senses and power I am a brand new man. No more old Kai, and I feel like I deserve a chance." He spoke up for himself.

    "No, no, if anything you are more yourself than ever before." You grumbled.

    "God, you really are so stubborn." His eyes rolled.

"Excuse me?"

   "I mean, I knew from last time we saw each other how stubborn you were, but god, you just don't give it up." He let out an exasperated sigh, hands resting on his hips as he looked at you in a way that just made your skin tingle.

   "The last time we saw each other was a mistake." You said sternly and he smiled. "And if you came here expecting it to happen again, then you're about to be very disappointed." In seconds you felt his breath down your spine. His hands holding your waist still as his lips were only centimeters away from your ear.

   "Yet, you still get all worked up over me." He whispered, fingers ghosting over body parts of yours they shouldn't have been. You could feel it, that buzzing coursing through your veins, sending signals to the rest of you're body and triggering the exact thing you'd be avoiding since that night. "you know, what happens between us stays between us." His hand traveling down your arms, fingers lacing together before he hooked his pinky onto yours. "Pinky Promise." He had this sick smirk on his face that you couldn't even see. But the feeling of your back trembling against his chest made him shudder in the best way. "Unless, you want everyone to know." He teased. "In that case, I can arrange that however you'd like." His teeth nipped at your earlobe. You gasped slightly, his arm wrapping around you waist to hold you tighter against him.

You brain was being scrambling every time you breathed in the annoyingly subtle cologne he wore. You hated how good he smelt, and hated how it lingered everywhere he went. You'd be smelling him for the next week after he left, making impossible to forget him and this moment.

Though it's not like it would've been an easier without the cologne.

"You're a fucking maniac." You spat, not knowing how to respond without sounding weak in the knees. You were simply doing what you did best...

His grip tighter, other hand icing up your body to clamp around your throat. You prayed he wasn't paying attention to the specifics. For him to notice how badly you were aching to be touched wouldn't been the most embarrassing thing you'd could've thought of.

"I thought we worked on that language of yours last time." His lips were right against your ear. "I think we need to refresh your memory." His arm left your waist before his hand came crashing down on left ass cheek. You gasped out loudly, whining at the contact. It stung like a bitch, but it took everything in you to keep from moaning at the contact.

You felt that same rush you had the other night when the two of you were kissing. A strong pleasure masked by that of guilt... only the guilt was slowly fading as the pleasure portion began to dominate your mind. Kai pressed his lips to your neck, slowly kissing down to your shoulder before back up to you neck. Tongue gliding over the skin, making the most of how silent you were reveling in the feeling of his touch.

Then it was almost like you'd lost control of your mind for a bit. You turned, quickly out of nowhere, lips crashing into his. He did nothing to stop you, or push you away. In fact he welcomed you with no inclination, allowing your tongues to mingle the second he managed to process what was happening in the moment. You had been lost in his scent and the feeling of his lips on yours, and tongue exploring your mouth. Hands traveling all over the heretics chest, from under his shirt. The feeling of his firm muscles underneath had you melting in your skin.

"I knew it." He mumbling against your lips, prompting you to pull away from the kiss. You were both annoyed and slightly amused at how he managed to ruin your mood every time he spoke.

"What?"

"You're so into me." He spoke, lifting you with ease, a soft yelp emitting from your throat. He brought you back to your bed, dropping you on the soft surface before climbing on top of you. He pried himself between your lips, connecting your lips once more in a kiss so erotic all of your clothes came off in just a second.

Your hands traveled everywhere, trying to take charge of the situation where you were basically his play thing last time. His immediately stopped you when your fingers wrapped around the length of his cock, shuddering at the feel of you and the thought that you'd be the one trying to pleasure him.

"I'd love to play, but that's going to have to come a little later, Princess." He groaned, taking your hands and pinning them above your head with just one of his hands. He held you there like it was nothing, leaving you exposed and vulnerable to him. He placed his lips on your bare collarbone, moving down slowly until your back began to arch into him. You murmured out a cuss word or two, allowing yourself to easily slip into that pleasure oriented mindset where it didn't matter that Kai was making you feel this way. As long as it lasted for longer than a blink. "Fuck," he moaned against your skin, the scent of your arousal rippling through his mind like he just had some big revelation. "You smell so fucking good." He pressed another kiss to your skin before removing his hands from above your head. Your hands, however, remained pin to the mattress, unable to lift from the surface. Your eyebrows furrowed at the restriction, tugging at your wrist to move only for Kai to sit above you with a wide smile on his lips.

    "This is the last time, this is ever going to-" the heretic quickly pressed his lips against yours. You couldn't help but moan into the kiss.

   "You said that last time, angel." He smirked against your soft swollen flesh. "Might have to get that printed out on a shirt for next time." He joked but you didn't laugh.

   "You're such a dick." You spat, which made his smile grow even more cynical.

    "The things you do to me," he groaned feeling his aa ever growing erection begging for some for sort of release. "You know," he let out, "I feel like we could really be something if you were so stubborn." He mused. "If you'd just open up to me-" he stopped himself with a chuckle "in other ways than this... I feel like we'd be really good together." He winked, but in return you just managed to blink right back at him.

   "Are you trying to make me throw up?" You scoffed, yet his smile remained.

    "The more you deny yourself of what you want, the more you're craving are going to eat at you, angel." He hummed.

   "Hate to break it to you, Kai, but you're not my type." He cocked an eyebrow making your eyes roll "shut up and fuck me, already." You grumble and he smile, ready to follow whatever orders you gave to him.

His hands traveled down your thighs, spread them further apart, as he relied on his hips to guide himself into you. Slowly, he pushed into your cunt, a low moan escaping your throat at the full feeling of him pushing into you. His eyes trained down to the sight as he buried himself into you until he couldn't see himself anymore. He allowed you to adjust to his size, feeling your walls squeezing around him as you slightly trembled beneath him.

   Your legs kept trying to close around him but his hands kept them in place. With every thrust he used your legs as leverage giving him a special momentum made you moan louder than you'd expected. Soft curses left his left as he felt that pressure that has been pressed on him since the last time you two did this wash away almost immediately. His eyes gazing over your body, watching how it moved whenever your hips met his. Your face twisted with pleasure, mouth falling open just a bit as heavy breaths and whiny moans squeaked out. You hands still pinned above your head putting your breasts on full display, giving him the show of a lifetime. 

   "Shit," he moaned, releasing you legs to his side as he propped himself over you with his arms. His lips found her right nipple almost immediately, taking the sensitive bud into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the bud causing you to moan, your hips bucking up to meet his int he moment. You were falling apart underneath him but something was missing. You were so close and you knew this thing would push you over the edge.

   "Fuck kai please" you cried out, he thrown back presenting your neck to the heretic. He pulled his head up, releasing you nipple with a pop as he eyed your throat for just a few seconds. He knew what you wanted. He also knew how funny it'd be to watch your friends try and decipher who the hell left so many marks on you.

   So he got to work.

  He took his time, nipping and sucking as his thrust became slower and more drawn out. It was until then where you thought you knew what you needed. Now all you wanted was for him to never take his lips off of your neck.

   Fuck y/n, get a grip.

"People are going to see those, Kai" you griped, but came off more as a moan. "Fuck."

    "Good, then they'll know who this pretty little pussy belongs to won't they." He groaned against her skin, finally giving into her silent pleads and wrapped his hand around her neck. With a single snap her wrist were release and he began picking up the pace with his thrusts. "I can feel you, angel" he murmured, "open your eyes, princess." He demanded and you obeyed. He was holding your faces so close together you had no choice but to look into his deep grey-ish blue eyes. Something about the lighting in you room made them seem a lot more interesting than they were.

    The closer you got to your climax the closer you felt the need to be with him. You begged him for harder thrust hoping that the force would fulfill you but it didn't. The louder your moan got the more he was determined to get you to your climax, pushing you flat down against the mattress, hand clasped around your throat, forcing your eyes to look into his as you moaned out how close your were.

   "I wa- fuck" you choked out "kiss me" you whined, "fuck kai, kiss me" you moaned, and without a thought in his mind he connected your lips.

    It was sloppy and wet, and broken up by his harsh thrusts and both of your loud erotic moans. Your tongues clashing in a dance only the two of you have mastered. Your hands kept his face close to yours, fingers ruffling through his hair, as the two of you participated in one of the worlds most filthiest scenes known to man.

    Before you could warn him you let out a loud moan of his name, your hands tightened around his as you curb spasmed around his cock, your juices spurting out without warning. It wasn't enough to make him stop, he just kept his gaze between you and the filthy sight beneath him watching you until he felt you truly gave all you had to give. He pulled out, working himself out in his hand until he was releasing his on seed onto your naked body. Your stomach and heaving chest decorated with his cum as you felt yourself reeling from the gut wrenching orgasm you just endured. 

 

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   You popped up from your spot in the bed. Head shooting straight for the man laying besides you scrolling through Twitter on his phone with his hand behind his head like their was nothing to it.

   After you passed out from previous... endeavors, Kai took it amongst himself to clean you off. He even placed you under your blanket as your sleepy babbling noises suddenly became nonsense. He fell asleep next to you for maybe two hours before he woke up and decided to make use of your time together and pretend like you didn't hate him for just a moment in time. Then... you woke up.

   "Good Morning, angel." He turned his head to give you a slick wink as your eyebrows furrowed tiredly. You turned your head towards the window which still showed it was dark outside.

   "What time is it?"

"About 4. I couldn't sleep." He hummed as if this was a normal occurrence. "It got really hot, and then you're a major cuddler and it felt like a sauna." He huffed.

   "Wh- I don't- hold on." You groaned, wiping the sleep from your eyes as you tried to get your sanity back into place. "Okay, you got hot..." you sighed and he nodded. "Why didn't you go home?" You tried the favorite mean girl act... but it backfired... horribly.

   "It was kind of hard to leave when you were hanging on to me like a sloth and saying 'please don't leave me" over and over again." Kai propped himself up on his elbow, clicking off his phone and discarded it somewhere on the bed. "Which was very adorable by the way." He smirked.

   "Stop that." You scrunched your face at the face he was giving you. "Don't look at me like that." You almost seemed disgusted. Almost.

   "You know, you're not being very proactive." He sighed. "We we're doing so good, angel. And here you are trying to ruin it." He shoo his head, tutting his tongue. "I don't get it. Why won't you just give in. I'm a changed man, and obviously some part of you likes me, so why knock it before you fully try it?" You stared at him for a bit, not really knowing how to respond. You didn't want to admit it but he did have some sort of a point.

   "I..." the longer you stared into his eyes the more safe you felt. You hated it.

    You stood from the bed, nothing guarding your naked body, but it didn't really matter considering he'd see you naked a few times now.

   "Don't do that, not now," he sighed, sitting up. "You have no issue speaking your mind any other time, y/n, so now's your chance to tell me how you really feel. And if you feel like you really hate me... I'll give up." He spoke honestly.

   Kai did like you... quite a lot... it did start as a way to annoy you and your friends, but the more you made him chase the more involved he became.

    "Because you hurt my friends." You spoke. "The closet things I have to family and you hurt and tortured them!"

   "And I'm trying to make up for that, everyday." He responded calmly, standing from the bed so you were the only one out and exposed.  "I regret it, all the time. I'm trying to be a better person, and live my second chance. Isn't that what you guys are all about? Second chances and redemption?" He asked.

    "You left Bonnie to die in a prison world." You spat. "Who would I be if I just gave into you? The man who brought so much pain to my family... and I decide to fall for him? Would you take that chance, Kai?"

   "So this is about you feeling guilty?" He scoffed.

"This about doing the right thing!"

     "Even if it makes you miserable?!"

Nothing but silence followed. Both of you staring at each other in disbelief. Different monologues and scene sequences running through each of your heads.  Neither one of you sure which was the right one to go with.

   "I know enough about feeling miserable... guilty about something I couldn't control." Kai started. "And I took that out in ways that weren't fair to anyone around me. And I do regret it. All of it. Sometimes I wish I could control all of it. Every emotion, and every mistake I made I wish I could erase it."

   "But you can't." Your voice was stern. "The people you hurt are still hurt, Kai. The people you killed are still dead."

    "And that will haunt me for the rest of my life. But the people I hurt... they are allowing me to still be here today. Allowing me a shot at redemption. A life that I didn't get to have. To feel things I haven't before."

   "So what? I'm supposed to be one of those people."

"You are." He scoffed. "We both know it too. If you were to say the words I'd be dead in a second."

   You just stared in shock and awe.

"Even if it takes months, or years or days, or whatever. I'm just asking that you give me a chance to show you how I've changed... to show you how I've-"

   Your phone began to ring. That special ringtone you had set for Damon filling the air. It was late and Damon wouldn't be calling unless it was an emergency. Kai took in a deep breath as you moved the phone to your ear, answering it without a thought.

   You gave Kai a quick look before you're eyes went wide.

   "I uhm, yeah, I think I know where he is." You responded. "Yeah, I'm on my way." You spoke before hanging up the phone. Kai looked at you expectedly.

    You stood silent for a few moments before clearing your throat.

   "We need to get over to Damon's, Bonnie found a spell to save Elena"

[therealvinelle]

Ok I'm embarrassed to admit this, but I'm just now copying your Norwegian Bella AU into a text translator, and if you don't already have 50 people in your inbox demanding a translation then shame on ALL OF US because this is glorious! And while Google Translate does have a certain charm (it translated "piper hun ut" as "she beeps") I'm curious to see how you'd put it in English.

Troquantary is referring to this post. In which Bella doesn't speak English.

Fun fact, you're the only one who's gone into my inbox to request this. I was so sad, had the translation half-written and everything, but I was too proud to beg. So thank you, Troquantary, for popping this ask.

As for the dictionary fuckups, sounds about right. I made a few typos, too, that made Google Translate suffer even more. (Such as managing to mix up "henne" (her) and "hendene" (hands), resulting in Aro patting Bella instead of clapping his hands. Poor Google.)

Also, there are a few cultural references and language things that would be lost in the translation, in an attempt to keep them I included notes clarifying things.

Some things, like Aro and Carlisle's very old man way of speaking, are easier said than done to translate, you'll have to bear with me there.

Additional notes are that I added a few things to this version, many of them because translating is hard, but a few because while translating I thought "oh you know what would be much funnier-" and then wrote that.

Alright, without further ado:

When Renée left Charlie she did not go to Florida, she went to Oslo. And she went all in to make her daughter a true Norwegian, hiring Norwegian nannies and making sure never to speak English around the child. Since transatlantic flights are expensive, little Bella Swan rarely got to visit her father, and as such she never did learn what should have been her native language.

She quickly forgot what English she did have in favor of Norwegian, with the exception of words like “Yes”, “No”, and “I’m Bella”.

The few trips she took to visit her father were all the more awkward than in canon since she couldn’t play with the Black kids. Let not the blame fall upon Charlie: he took Norwegian classes and speaks conversational Norwegian. He can’t speak to Renée, because her Norwenglish is incomprehensible even to Norwegians, but he can communicate with Bella.

Not that he’s had a lot of chances to do so.

Bella makes it to seventeen years old, she’s in second grade at Handels* and is a major outsider among the preps there, and then Renée marries a handsome skier**. Together they shall travel the continent all winter to participate in as many skiing races as they can, and in the summer they’ll take gigs at Hurtigruta to see the coast.

*“Handels” is the nickname for an Oslo high school infamous for its pupils being rich and beautiful blonds who are going to be CEOs when they grow up.

**Skiing as a sport is huge in Norway

***Hurtigruta is a famous ferry that travels across the Norwegian West coast

Bella, who sucks at skiing and is too young to work at Hurtigruten, takes the hint.

With dread in her stomach and dictionary in hand she goes to her father in America.

Where she doesn’t speak the language.

Faen.

Charlie gives her a car, and I wish this meta was set in the present because I could have joked about electric cars and the automat only driver’s license*, but Twilight is set in 2005 so I can’t. The car part proceeds without drama.

*An increasing number of Norwegian youth take the driver’s license for automatic cars only, and we’re the country in the world with the highest percentage of electric car purchases.

School is worse than in canon, because she is now a thousand times more sensational than if she was merely the new student. She is from another country! All of Forks keels over with excitement.

To make matters even worse, our girl doesn’t understand a word of what people are saying.

She is too awkward to let them know she doesn’t know English. It’d become a thing, and they might think she’s dumb. To be fair, it’s not good that she’s been through primary, secondary, and now a year and a half of high school and still sucks at English.

So she nods, smiles, mumbles “Hi, I’m Bella” to the new faces, and blushes heavily when anybody says anything.

People assume she’s shy. That’s a bit boring, but oh well.

She has her biology class with the redhead hottie she noticed during lunch. She watched him and his family, they were fascinatingly pretty, but she doesn’t know anything more about them. Sure would have been great if she could have asked the tiny girl (was it Jess?) about them.

Biology proceeds as in canon - Edward badly wants to eat the delicious girl, but fortunately doesn’t.

She runs into him in the office when he tries to switch to another biology lesson, but she has no idea what he’s saying so she only has the suspicion that this somehow concerns her. Which is still uncomfortable, but Bella is probably the problem here. The hottie surely can’t be.

He’s missing from school for a week, Bella finds that weird.

He returns, and to her great horror he starts talking to her.

“Hello”, he says.

Bella dies inside. He’s too handsome!

"I'm Edward Cullen," he continues, and ok, she got that. The hottie is called Edward, that’s good to know. She’s not sure she caught that last name, though, Köln?

He says something else, it’s gibberish to Bella even though she’s concentrating, and at the end there he says “Bella Swan”.

She gulps.

"I'm Bella Swan," she confirms and nods. That should be correct. God, she hopes it’s correct.

He smiles a crooked, boyish smile. She’s awed. She didn’t think it was possible to be so beautiful.

He says something else.

Bella didn’t catch it.

She blushes even harder, she hasn’t been more embarrassed in her life. Here he is, the most handsome guy in all the world, and she has nothing to say to him. Literally, they don’t speak the same language.

She should tell him.

It’s one thing to chicken out of telling the town she doesn’t speak English, but there’s something different about Edward Cullen. He deserves the truth.

But...

He’s the most beautiful person she has seen in her life. He is American, too, so the odds of him knowing Norwegian are microscopical. If he finds out she doesn’t understand a word he says he’ll stop talking to her, and selfish as she is she doesn’t want that.

So with a slightly guilty conscience (but not enough to fess up) she contributes to the conversation with enough words and smiles to pull through. "Yes", "No", "Thank you", and "That's nice".

He is surprised by several of these answers, but instead of giving her odd looks and losing interest he grows more invested in the conversation.

Class ends.

The next day the near accident happens, and he saves her. She is stunned - dear god, did he just pick up a whole car? After teleporting across the parking lot..?

Soon she’s in the ER, and more than a little bit stressed about that fact since she knows the Americans have a terrible healthcare system.

She hopes Charlie has an insurance.

An insanely beautiful man walks into the ER, and Bella is shocked. He is just as handsome as Edward and Edward’s lunch friends!

He introduces himself as Carlisle Cullen, and Bella can only assume this is someone’s older brother. Possibly related to the blonde girl.

He smiles at her, says something, and she answers, "I'm Bella Swan."

He frowns.

That must have been the wrong answer, then.

His hands return to investigating her scalp, and to her great surprise he switches to perfect Norwegian, "kjenner De* noe ubehag når jeg holder her?" Do you feel any discomfort when I touch here?

*De is the Norwegian polite pronoun for “you”. Du = thou = the French tu, and De = you = the French vous. These polite pronouns went out of use in the 1980’s, save for when addressing royal persons, and would be considered antiquated in 2005.

He hurries to add, "Norsk lærte jeg i... fjor sommer. Det var et nettkurs." I learned Norwegian… last year. Online class.

"Hvilket da?" Which one? Bella asks, because Charlie needs to hear about this. The doctor has beautiful, if slightly outdated, pronunciation.

The doctor’s smile turns uncertain. She gets the feeling there’s something he doesn’t want to say. "Husker ikke," I don’t remember, sier han etter en litt vel lang pause.

That’s a shame. And weird.

"De hadde hellet med Dem i dag, som ikke ble truffet av den bilen." You were lucky today, not getting hit by that car. he then says, noticeably changing the subject.

"Det var ikke hell, det var Edward," It wasn’t luck, it was Edward, she replies sharply.

The doctor definitely looks uncomfortable.

She continues, "Han krysset skolegården på et blunk, og plukket opp hele bilen. Jeg så det," He crossed the schoolyard in a moment, and picked up the whole car. I saw it,

The doctor laughs. "Om han kunne det hadde nok gymkarakteren hans vært meget bedre. Nei, frøken Swan*, jeg beklager å si at det høres ut som at De er litt omtåket. Det er helt normalt ved hjernerystelse." If he could do that, his PE grade would be a lot better. No, Miss Swan, I’m sorry to say you seem confused. That’s normal with concussions.

*Addressing a young woman as “frøken” is even more outdated than using polite pronouns.

Why does Bella get the feeling he’s lying?

She’s discharged.

We’ll jump ahead to her trip to La Push - that trip uneventful, since Jacob knows she doesn’t speak English. They stick their hands in their pockets and stare at the sea.

The next day she’s shanghaied to Port Angeles, because apparently she said “Yes” at the wrong time when talking to Jessica (Turns out Jess’s name was Jessica!) and accidentally said yes to a day trip to Port Angeles.

Like in canon she wanders away from the others, and as in canon she is nearly gang raped. And again as in canon she is saved at the last moment by Edward.

He buys her dinner, and she can’t believe her own luck- and misfortune. A date with the most handsome guy on the planet (hence the luck) and she can’t say a word to him (hence the misfortune)!

He says things to her, lends her his jacket, and really this is it for Bella, she’s peaked, life can’t get better than this.

(That’s a lie, it would be better if she spoke English.)

He’s so amazing.

She’s gotten pretty good at navigating conversations with him, so she nods and aha’s her way through.

In his car on the way home the tone takes a more serious turn.

He asks her about something, and it’s a serious question, that much she’s gathered. She answers in the confirmative.

He is silent.

Did she say anything wrong?

(Edward, on his end, just asked if she knows what he is. She said yes, so calmly, not even a trace of fear in her.)

A few days later he takes her out on a walk in the woods.

He shows her a meadow in the woods, and when he steps into it he lights up in the sunlight.

Bella is in shock.

She knew there was something different about him, but- holy cow. This guy isn’t human.

Is she dating a god?

She stumbles into the clearing after him, and they spend a day together where he says things, and she can barely hear any of it (nevermind understand it) because she’s so distracted by how pretty he is.

The next day he takes her to a house in the middle of nowhere. She doesn’t want to guess that this can be where he lives. Surely gods don’t live in houses?

He shows her inside the house, and introduces her for Dr. Cullen and a lady with a name she doesn’t catch.

Bit weird that these two are acting like a couple of parents, they’re far too young and divine for that.

Edward shows her around in an old-fashioned office, and she doesn’t know what to make of i when she sees a painting of Carlisle. Edward launches into a long story when he sees her watching it, unfortunately she doesn’t catch any dates or artist names. At one point she heard the word “suicide”, though, and that’s not good.

She doesn’t get much out of the story.

The baseball game doesn’t happen because Bella didn’t pick up on what Edward wanted and didn’t realize she was being invited to a thing. They spend the afternoon watching a movie instead.

The relationship continues, impeded slightly by communication problems, but she’s mostly able to cover those up.

Until her birthday comes around.

She gets a papercut.

Jasper lunges at her. Edward throws her into a glass table, and then everyone is leaving.

Carlisle is kind enough to switch to Norwegian when he’s stitching up her arm, perhaps remembering the last time she was his patient. "Jasper har ikke vært på dietten vår så veldig lenge." Jasper hasn’t been on our diet for very long.

"Diett?"she asks. She’s never seen Edward eat anything. She wasn’t clear on what the Cullens ate, honestly she thought they were above such things. She was thinking maybe photosynthesis. The knowledge that they apparently eat food astounds her, but diets?

"Dyreblod istedenfor menneskeblod," Animal blood in stead of human blood, Carlisle clarifies.

Whachasay?

Carlisle gives a slight smile. “Jaspers liv som vampyr fikk en brutal start." Jasper’s life as a vampire got off to a brutal start.

...

Vampire?!

Bella’s missed something here.

Oh dear lord, oh fy faen, she has missed something.

“Åja”, uh huh, is all she can say, and suddenly she’s very aware of the fact that she’s sitting there with a bleeding arm.

And Carlisle.

Who is a vampire.

Over the course of the following conversation Bella makes a host of discoveries.

Edward has been a vampire this whole time, and he’s a telepathic vampire. Whether Bella should be a vampire too or not has been a matter of hot debate, but due to religious reasons Edward doesn’t want that.

Carlisle also brings up how Edward died of the Spanish flu.

"Jeg var under den oppfatning at Edward fortalte deg bakhistorien min?" I was under the impression Edward told you my back story? Carlisle asks at one point, and Bella just has to ask very nicely if he’d be so kind as to repeat it.

Turns out the guy is nearly four hundred years old.

Jaha.

Jahahaha jaa ha.

That’s… a lot.

She wanders out of the house in shock, and hardly notices Edward’s strange behavior over the next couple of days.

One day he picks her up at school, and takes her behind the house.

That works out.

He’s a vampire, but he never hurt her. He is endlessly beautiful, perhaps easier to love now that she knows he’s not a god. He’s her Edward, and that’s suddenly easier now that she knows.

They can still be together.

But now that she knows this about him, it’s about time he knows something about her as well.

It’s time to finally be honest with him.

So when he opens his mouth, she opens her mouth as well, but she doesn’t get any further than to “Edward-” before he launches into a monologue.

She’ll have to wait until he’s done before saying her piece. It’s a bit embarrassing, but it doesn’t seem like he intends to stop talking anyway.

And what he’s saying seems to be serious, so it’s probably best to let him finish.

Edward concludes his monologue by kissing her forehead. Then he disappears.

Where did he go?

A big unsure, Bella goes back to the house. She’ll just have to wait until he gets back.

She doesn’t know what to think when Charlie returns from work and tells her the Cullens have all left.

Oh, god.

Edward must have found out she doesn’t speak English.

She made a mockery of him.

He has every right to leave.

Knowing this doesn’t make it any easier to live with.

Bella sinks into a depression.

The hallucinations begin, as in canon, though Hallusinward speaks Norwegian. Thank god for small mercies.

The friendship with Jacob (dictionary in hand) blooms, as someone has to help her see those hallucinations.

The cliff diving happens, and Alice shows up. Bella’s not sure what this is about, but she has gotten good enough at English to know that something bad happened, and Alice wants them to do something.

She’s a bit surprised to find herself on a plane to Italy, though.

Alice tells her to “Run to Edward” and ok, she got that, actually.

So she saves Edward.

After that she’s taken into the sewer, which turns out to house dozens of vampires.

Bella, Edward, and Alice are received in some kind of hall, where an unusual vampire has quite a bit to say. She understands some of what he’s saying, at least the part about “la tua cantante”. She knows a bit about Italian, see, so she knows that he’s talking about a song now.

She wishes she knew the context.

At one point he takes her hand, and appears fascinated by it. She wonders if he’s a palmreader. Not very vampirey, but what does she know.

He asks her a question.

"Yes," she says.

Saying yes has gotten her this far, after all.

But when he lights up and claps his hands together, and Edward and Alice stare at her in shock and betrayal, she knows she must have said the wrong thing.

The two are dismissed from the room before Bella can do or say anything, she’s just listening to Edward make a racket outside in the hallway.

Not good.

The unusual vampire brings her further down in his sewer palace to a basement, and she is given comfortable clothes to wear.

This is getting terrifying.

The vampire leans towards her - and she chickens out.

"Jeg snakker ikke engelsk!" she squeaks. "Non habla ingles!" I don’t speak English.

Han stanser, og ser forvirret ut. "Que- Hva behager*?" I beg your pardon? spør han etter et øyeblikk.

*A very formal, and slightly outdated (you can use it, but people will think you’re putting on airs. And they will be right) way of saying “excuse me?”

Sobbing, Bella tells him the whole story, from how she didn’t want to be the weird kid in school to how she’s now somehow in Italy without knowing why nor what she just agreed to.

When she’s done the vampire starts laughing.

"Dette forklarer jo en hel del," This explains quite a bit, ler han. "Men, kjære Bella, jeg er redd det ikke endrer noe." But, my dear Bella, I’m afraid it changes nothing.

He tells her that she has agreed to serve him and his army of undead warriors into eternity.

Well fuck.

"Du skal få slippe det, når du ikke visste hva du samtykket til - men skjebnen din forblir den samme. Loven er loven." You’re released from that promise, as you didn’t know what you agreed to - but your fate remains the same. The law is the law.

After a moment of silence, during which she looks terrified, he hurries to add, "Vi har en lov. Du må bli en av oss." We have a law. You must become one of us.

A law that Bella Swan has to become a vampire?

People are finally speaking Norwegian, and Bella is still lost. And it’s too embarrassing to keep pestering this poor, polite man with questions.

So she nods.

He gives her a glittering smile, and bites her.

When she wakes, Aro offers her an English course. A language course that, naturally, leads to her staying in Volterra. Why not learn a few more languages while we’re at it, dearest Bella?

Some time later Edward breaks into Volterra to save his Rapunzel, only to barely recognize her now that she’s a vampire who says things. Lots of things, she talks all the time now. WHAT DID ARO DO TO HER.

Too mortified to admit that she never spoke English, Bella claims she’s been brainwashed.

Aro is having too much fun to correct her, and the whole sad affair sets off a regrettable flood of rumors.

[orionicchaos]

Summer Love Club!

a genshin impact smau | tartaglia x gn!reader

Chapter 4 : guess who's back?

You are waiting for Yoimiya to come back from the airport, trying to focus on the book you are supposed to read. It's one of the books Keqing advised you to read for your culture. Frankly, it's made of incomprehensible words and, what is wrong with the author? Even you who likes to read, it's just boring and anything but healthy. Did she just marry her cousin with who she grew up like siblings because of her aunt? Who does that? Classical french literature just makes no sense to you.

Lost in your thoughts, you can't hear your friend greeting your parents on the ground floor, and she jumpscares you when she violently opens your bedroom's door, as you feel your heart seems to stop.

-HEYYYY BITCH I'M BACK !

-Oh fuck Yoimiya you scared me so much I almost died.

–You're not saying hi to your bestfriend? That's new.

You sigh, and pull her into a hug.

–Yeah, hello. I missed you.

[...]

You both decide to go on a walk to have a face-to-face discussion which you didn't have in one whole month. It's nice having her by your side again, she's like a bubble of light in your life and you can't help but smile as she talks about her internship and all the troubles she did back there.

-Hey, who is it? I never was him, she asks out of nowhere, as you try to understand who she's talking about. Right there, the ginger.

She points her finger to the direction of the said ginger.

-He seems in troubles.

Your eyes suddenly widen as you recognize Ajax, panicking and not knowing what to say as your other neighbour's are yelling at him.

-Damn, he's the american guy I talked y'all about!

-The one who said "bye cutie"?, she smile.

-Yes but that's not the moment Yoi, you sigh. He can't speak nor understand french, we got to help him.

-Right, right.

You both run to the small group of people, and hear Ajax trying to calm down your neighbors in a broken french.

-I'm sorry sir... I don't understand.

–STOP FAKING A FUCKING ENGLISH ACCENT YOU MOTHER FUCKER!!

-Hey, hey, you say in french to the intention of your neighbor. Calm down, okay? Why are y'all yelling?

-He stole my package and pretend he didn't !! Also he's faking an english accent to confuse me!

You nervously chuckle, and look at Ajax who seems more lost that you.

–Listen, I don't even know what he's talking about, I just went outside to walk a little and they jumped on me, the ginger says with a desesperate grimace on his lips.

-Look, he's at it again!!

You let out a sigh, nodding.

-Okay Ajax, let me handle this. Sir, that man right there is american and thus, he doesn't speak french and can't understand you. I'm sure he didn't mean to stole your package, okay? This must be a misunderstanding.

-I don't care he's american, I'm sure he stole it!

This is going to take so long..

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SUMMARY | first of july, the end of the school year. as a person who lives in the french countryside, you don't expect much from this summer... or at least that is until your friend decides to hold a "summer love club" for your friends group, because "we're all single, we should help each other to find a lover!". at the same time, an american guy settles near you for the whole summer break.. funny coincidence, isn't it ?

a.n. | i'm so slow it hurts.. anyway, "terminale" in france is the name we give to the final year of high school (around 17-18yo)

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Okay, I really need this off my chest and apologise so here goes: in (most likely) 2017, around the time of the polish premiere of The Song Rising, you were one of the guests of Pyrkon in Poznań, Poland. You participated in some discussion panels but there was also scheduled book signing time to which I couldn't go as I was one of the volunteers and had cloakroom duty at that time or something like that. But I had just bought The Song Rising and really wanted your autograph, so I approached you minutes before another panel as you were sitting there and chatting with other panellists. I meant to explain why I was bothering you and interrupting your chat and not coming during the book signing hours, but I got nervous, my entire ability to speak english disappeared, so what probably happened was that I silently pushed the book towards you with a weird expression and as you smiled kindly and said sth like "sure, we still have time, I can sign it for you", I mumbled my thanks and almost ran to hide in the back of the room 😰. I say probably because cortisol levels in my blood were so high at that time, I don't actually remember any details. Anyway, I realize that from your perspective I seemed at best weird, at worst incredibly rude and entitled, and the whole situation's been tormenting me for the last five years. So yeah, I'm sorry I acted like that, it was just a mix of social anxiety, meeting an idol and language barrier (Also I really hope you don't actually remember the whole situation and don't consider Pyrkon "that con with rude people").

Oh, no – I'm so sorry this has been upsetting you for so long! Pyrkon was so long ago that I don't think I remember this at all, but I definitely wouldn't have thought you were rude. I have social anxiety myself, so I get it.

Also, I understand that the language barrier can be intimidating and awkward – honestly, you should see me when I go to Paris. I know how to order coffee in French, but I always panic and stammer, and then I end up just asking in English anyway, because I'm so afraid of pronouncing it wrong. 

Anyway, please don’t worry about it. I’d never expect readers to speak anything other than their own language. If you can speak to me in English then it's lovely to be able to chat, but it's totally okay if you can't, or you lose your confidence.

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Sorry if this is rude, but I'm learning french and I want to ask: is what you say in the tags "I like to speak a lot but never say anything"? Cause dire and parler are translated the same in my language. Again, so sorry if this rude you don't have to answer, I just got excited I could understand (half) a sentence lol.

Oh it's almost that! But not quite the meaning, I meant "I love speaking for nothing" (literally translated: I love to speak to say nothing) though your translation isn't wrong, as in a lot of french sentences, the meaning changes depending on what you're talking about. That way, "j'aime beaucoup parler" can mean "I love to speak" but also "I like to speak a lot". Also this is a common expression in France lmao