#google translate don’t fail me now!!!!!

[couldbebetterforsure]

I saw you asking for the full lines distribution for the title song of Jack Jeanne (Jack Jeanne of Quartz) and I just found a website with the lyrics (in Japanese) WITH WHO SINGS WHAT!!

It bothered me so much not knowing 😂

https://petitlyrics.com/lyrics/3039516

Anon, my beloved, we shall be wed in the morning!

Seriously though, thank you so much for taking the trouble to find this! I checked out the site and it looks like it does have the lyrics and who sings what for all the songs in the game, not just the title one so I’m gonna have fun going through it!

[nurse-floyd]

Broken Promises

Anon request: "Max x Leclerc reader . In which its readers bday and it’s her bday party and charles doesn’t show up for the 3rd year after like promising he would for sure show up and she doesn’t like even want a bday anymore. I swear i don’t hate charles LOL."

Summary: It’s your birthday, and once again, your brother Charles has fails to show up despite his promise.

Max Verstappen x Leclerc!reader

Warnings: none. Poor use of Google Translate for language.

You’d planned everything perfectly and exactly how you’d wanted. The decorations were perfect, and you had streamers, balloons, and fairy lights hung around your spacious living room. Max had helped, getting caterers in and the best birthday cake you could ask for.

However, your excitement quickly turned to disappointment as your phone lit up with a text from your older brother, Charles.

Charlie: Sœurette… I’m sorry, I cannot make the party. I promise I’ll make it up to you.

You threw the phone down angrily on the counter, not caring if the screen was broken or not. You cursed a few words in French as you let out your frustration.

“Tête de bite! Stupide imbécile!” you screamed.

Max came running as he heard the loud bang followed by your shouting.

“He promised, Max! He said he’d be here. He missed my last two fucking birthdays!”

Max stood there, letting you let out your anger but also feeling his own anger bubbling inside. Charles had promised; he was there when you were excitedly bouncing as you told Charles about the music, the decorations, and the food—how excited you were to celebrate with your whole family again when no one had races or interviews or promotions to film.

“I know, schatje… I’m sorry,” he comforted as he pulled you into his arms. He knew how excited you’d been and how much it meant for all your older brothers to be there.

You pulled away and wiped your tears as you tried to put on a brave face, tried to push through your emotions and finish setting up the place for your guests. Arthur and Lorenzo were still coming, and you just wanted Charles to be there for once. He’d missed the last two years, and he’d promised he’d be there this time.

As your guests arrived, you kissed their cheeks, hugged them, and took pictures, but your heart just wasn’t in it. The party was in full swing with music, food, and enjoyment, but you felt like an outsider in your own house. You watched as everyone else danced, laughed, and had fun, but you just couldn’t feel that joy yourself. You knew it was stupid, but you sat in the corner and watched the door, hoping it was just a joke your brothers were playing on you, hoping with everything that he’d walk through the door with that goofy smile and pull you into one of his hugs that you loved so much. But the door stayed closed, and your brother never came.

Max mingled with your guests and his friends, but he saw the way your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes, how withdrawn you were, and how you kept checking your phone for any updates from your brother. He came to your side and took the seat next to yours, putting his arm around you as he pulled you into his side. “Are you okay?”

You sighed, determined not to let the tears that had been threatening to spill over fall. “I just don’t get it, Max. Why does he keep making promises he can’t keep? He hasn’t come to my last three birthdays now. Do I not matter to him?”

Max’s grip tightened around you. “I’m sorry, liefde. I know it hurts, but your birthday does matter, and so do you. You matter to me and to all the people here tonight.”

You buried your face in his shoulder as the tears you’d tried to keep in all night started to fall. “I don’t even want a birthday anymore. It hurts too much.”

Max gently shifted, lifting your chin slightly so he could look at you. “Don’t say that. Today is your day, and I’m going to make it special. Your brother might not be here, but I am, and so are your friends. Let’s not let him ruin another birthday, hmm?”

You nodded, knowing he was right and so grateful for the support. You sniffed and wiped away your tears. “Okay… but I don’t feel like being around everyone right now. Can we go for a walk? Get some fresh air?”

Max smiled and got up, holding his hand out for you. “Sure. Let’s go.”

You sent a text to Arthur to come up with an excuse in case anyone noticed you and Max were gone before you both managed to quietly slip out of the house. The cool air of the evening was a welcome relief from the crowded apartment. You and Max walked in a comforting silence, your hand in his as the lights of the city twinkled around you.

Max led you to a little bench on the beachfront and sat down, gesturing for you to join him. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you in close once more. You closed your eyes, just enjoying the moment with you and him alone.

“You know, I hated my birthday too when I was younger. There was so much pressure to make it the perfect day, and it never was, and my dad wasn’t exactly parent of the year when it came to birthdays; he missed more than I can count.”

“You shouldn’t have had to go through that, Max,” you leaned in closer to him.

“Now I’m older, all that matters is I get to celebrate another year of life and I’ve got you by my side.”

“You’re right. It’s just hard when someone you love lets you down.”

“I know,” Max replied as he pressed a kiss to your temple, “but you’re not alone. You’ve got me, and I’m not going anywhere; no more broken promises.”

A smile tugged at your lips. “Thanks, Max, for everything. Sorry I ruined the party.”

“Shut up,” he grinned playfully. “You’ve not ruined anything. Besides, you saved me from your brothers. Anyway, I didn’t get to give you your present yet.”

You leaned away from him, your curiosity piqued. “What present?”

He reached into the pocket of the Red Bull jacket he’d thrown on before he left and pulled out a sleek black box, beautifully wrapped with a silver bow. “Happy birthday, schat.”

You took the box and carefully unwrapped it to reveal a rose gold necklace with four pendants, each with a letter on it: an M, J, S, and your initial.

“Now you can always carry us with you. You’ll always have me, Jimmy, and Sassy, and there’s room to add more,�� he explained.

“It’s beautiful. Thank you,” you whispered, your voice laced with emotion.

You turned around and let him fasten it around your neck before turning back and leaning in to kiss him. “Thank you, love, for making today special despite everything.”

“Anything for you, schatje. Happy birthday.”

Although you knew you couldn’t get over your disappointment with Charles that easily, sitting there with Max, you knew that it didn’t matter who wasn’t there but who was, and with Max by your side, you’d be okay.

[smooth-perceval]

“Merry Christmas wherever you are.”

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: Reader attempts at soothing their child- and when all fails she calls the one man they both need.

Warnings: Self-Doubt, fluff, Google translate, Charles being cute, not every Christmassy… NO PROOF READ!!

Key: Y/N (your name) Y/L/N (your last name) Juliette (Yours and Charles kids name) Jules (her nickname)

Word count: 744

A/N: I’m sorry… I didn’t stick to my schedule I really have a bad timing issue- infact schedule issue. Sorryyyy! But to make up for it I got some good fics coming 👀

Or so I think are good. Also sorry this isn’t as Christmassy…

I wanted to cry, I was on the verge of tears and crawling into a corner… Juliette had no way of settling- in fact she was practically screaming the house down.

The one thing I didn’t want to do was call for help- because I’m her mother I can do this… but yet I still found myself picking the phone up and dialling the one man I need right now.

“mon chéri? You okay?” (My darling) A panicked Charles picked up the line before the first ring, and if Juliette wasn’t screaming so loud I probably would’ve sat and twirled my hair at how cute he is.

As soon as I heard the words ‘you okay’ I bursted into tears along with our baby. “Charles I don’t know what to do… she won’t stop crying!” Taking heavy breaths I gently placed my hand onto of Juliette’s tummy trying to soothe her.

“Chérie… breathe- take some deep- just one minute.” (Darling) I heard him rustling around and a door click shut on the other end of the call, he must’ve had to run away from the team for my breakdown… gosh do I feel like the worst mother and partner…

“Let me FaceTime you-” sniffling I moved the phone away answering Charles FaceTime call.

“hé ma jolie fille…” (hey, my pretty girl), even though he was across the waters- seeing his face washed a sense of relief over me… and oddly enough Juliette’s cries got quieter slowly- crazy huh, her fathers voice is the answer to both our prayers.

“I’m so sorry… I know your busy- I just I don’t know what to do…” sniffling once again I looked down at Juliette who was also sniffling… eyes opening and closing slowly proving to me she is tired yet has been fighting it this whole time. “Family always comes first how many times do I tell you this.”

“I know I just feel like a terrible mother I can’t soothe my own child…” and now I’m setting off again, tears rolling down my cheeks- lip quivering. Which also to my expense set Juliette back off.

“Y/N you’re the most perfect mother- Our Juliette is so lucky to have such a perfect woman in her life. Now stop doubting yourself, okay?” Nodding slowly I wiped away my tears taking another deep breath. “show me our gorgeous girl.” Smiling a little I turned the camera so they can both see each other.

“Hé mon bébé!” (Hey my baby!)

And just like that she calmed back down again, her dad has that effect on us both I guess. “I’ll be home soon princesse.” (Princess)

The most adorable yawn escaped her tiny body, legs and arms both kicking up and down and the smile back on her face. “Now’s time for you to sleep Jules… no more crying. Go to sleep princesse.” (Princess)

My finger danced over her face delicately, and soon she was falling asleep. “bébé?” (Baby?)

Humming I turned the camera back around, relief washed all over my face. “I’ve got to go now mon amour… are you going to be okay?” (My love) Looking down at Jules who was practically in a slumber, eyes opening every now and then. I paused for a moment, before taking a deep breath and nodding at Charles. I’ve got this- I’m her Mother, I’ve got this.

“I’ll be okay… thank you.” Lying back on the bed I looked at the FaceTime, hand resting on Juliette’s belly once again. “Don’t thank me… I’m sorry I’m not home for Christmas, especially the first as a family.” Sighing he moved the screen closer to himself. “Just means we get two huh?” Smiling a little I leaned forward kissing the camera of my phone. “I love you Charles Leclerc, come home to us soon.” Smiling a little at him, his eyes seemed to well just a little, a small sight of tears. “As soon as I can mon chéri… I love you more.” (My darling)

Then the screen went off, and silence engulfed the room… Juliette’s soft snores were the only thing heard.

And when the silence becomes a soothing lullaby, and the twinkling of the Christmas decorations become a trace, I placed a gentle kiss to my fingers- waving it off into the air. “Merry Christmas, wherever you are.”

Little did me and Jules know- our favourite person was waiting on a flight home and would be here when we wake, our Christmas miracle.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Здравствуйте, могу ли я спросить Джияна из Wuthering Waves с читателем, который поцеловал Джияна в щеку, не предупредив его о помаде на ее губах, из-за чего он весь день ходил со следом губ около своей чешуи, что очень смутило солдат.

Translated (through google so inform me of mistranslations) Hello, can I ask Jiyan from Wuthering Waves with a reader who kissed Jiyan on the cheek without warning him about the lipstick on her lips, which is why he walked all day with a trace of his lips near his scales, which embarrassed the soldier very much.

Jiyan didn’t think much when you kissed his cheek, it had become a tradition of yours to kiss the area near his scales before letting him leave the house in general, and it was a tradition that Jiyan would gladly participate if it meant seeing you happy.

‘Be safe and don’t come back hurt.’ You’d tell him as you pressed a kiss to his scales, pulling away to show your concerned eyes.

‘I’ll try my best my beloved.’ Jiyan replied, kissing your forehead in an act of comfort as his hands soothingly rubbed up and down your arms.

‘And your best is more than enough.’ You said softly as you waved him goodbye and just as the door shuts, you were quick to realise the imprint of your lips on his blue scales on his cheek, but it was far too late to say anything to Jiyan about it and so you were to leave it up to fate to decide whether he should be aware of this little…predicament of his.

And it didn’t take long for fate to make its decision as soon as the soldiers under Jiyan’s command had noticed the kiss mark upon his cheek, a kiss mark that their general failed to be aware of its existence to their knowledge. It was odd and little out of place upon their general, and caused several to do double takes to make sure they were seeing things correctly, but it was a sweet gesture to know that there was someone taking care of their general and blessing him with affection and love.

However someone had to be brave enough and admit that they’ve seen it for the sake of their general.

‘Sir.’ A soldier spoke up after being pushed towards the general by his fellow comrades.

‘Yes.’ Jiyan replied shortly, looking over at the solider, expecting something serious has come up from the front lines. ‘Anything I can help with soldier?’

‘Are you aware there is a kiss mark upon your cheek?’ The soldier spat out as fast as he could, making everyone stop what they were doing to look to see the aforementioned kiss mark that was glaringly obvious, so obvious that even the huddles of soldiers that were standing the furtherest away form the general. Jiyan stiffened and narrowed his gaze at the poor soldier. ‘Excuse me? A kiss mark on my cheek? This ain’t the times to play jokes soldier there-‘

‘General…’ another soldier said as they held up a reflective surface to him and Jiyan caught a glimpse of his reflection, his eyes quick to hone in on the glaring ruby red kiss mark clash against his blue scales as he sighed. This was…not the day he had planned to have at all, but fate was a mysterious thing that was never meant to be understood, not even by the smartest and brilliant of minds.

‘Thank you solider but if you excuse me.’ And with that Jiyan walked to a lesser populated area of the facility and reached up to touch his cheek that was now burning up in embarrassment. Why didn’t you say anything? He wonders but then another thought came to mind and maybe you yourself weren’t aware of what you had done until the last minute, though still you should’ve at least said something because now who else knows about the kiss mark and let him go on his way regardless.

He didn’t feel ashamed of it, not at all as it was prove of your love and affection for him, but still someone could’ve at least made him aware anyways so he didn’t come across as a fool of sorts! Now he has to try and get rid of it while he could before the next meeting as his mind remembered all the knowing looks he got as he passed by a plethora of people, all of whom had seem the kiss mark upon his cheek and still went on with their day knowing their general had someone to come home to every day; and a very special someone indeed but he wasn’t one to brag about his beloved when in his current position for it was rather dangerous.

However that didn’t mean he’ll be having some few choice words with you about this when he gets home.

[bonesandchalamet]

lessons in french- t.chalamet

pairings: timothee chalamet x reader

warnings: google translated French

a/n: first post on this account 😁 my main is @thatsdemko 🫶 feedback is always appreciated xx

“and how do I say ‘I love you’ again?”

“Je t'aime.” he says, mouth full of a buttery croissant you fetched from the bakery across the street. it’s your morning ritual, the boy who lives across town comes to your apartment and you get him “New Yorks finest croissants”— at least that’s how he puts it as.

your recent discovery was of his ability to speak a different language, French that is, and ever since you’ve been begging for lessons due to your upcoming trip to Europe. you could say New York public school systems failed you, as you barely remember a lick of the words he makes you repeat.

“and what about stop making a mess of my sofa.” you scowl brushing the pastry crumbs that scatter the cream colored seats. he mumbled a sorry as he finishes his last bite, a delighted moan escapes his lips.

“why the sudden interest in the language again?” he asks brushing his hands on his pants rather than using the crummy paper napkin that’s already wadded up and disintegrating from the butter of his hands.

“because I’m going to Europe in three weeks! I can’t look like an idiot.”

“certaines choses ne peuvent pas être changées.” he lightly giggles shaking his head watching your face scrunch up trying to dissect the sentence, but you fail. some things can’t be changed

you huff an annoyed sigh, arms crossed over your chest, “I wish I never bought you that croissant years ago.” you joke watching his acting skills come to life as he pretends to be hurt.

“now you’re just being straight up rude, amour.”

—

“so when a nice guy offers me a drink at the club what should I say?”

“J'ai un petit-ami.” the same buttery croissant fills his mouth, he watches you saunter across your tiny New York City living room. he admits, you not knowing any French is fun for him. it means he has all control of what you repeat back and what you write in your journal for the trip. this one might’ve just been the icing on the cake. I have a boyfriend

“J’ai un petit-ami? doesn’t that mean something else?” you question, head cocked to the side watching him shake his head in response as he swallows the pastry.

“nope.” he replies, reaching for the hot coffee you’ve provided him, he slurps the contents watching your pen move vigorously across the page. he thinks it’s cute how focused you are, he loves how close you hold the notebook to your face and how you spell out the words in a way only you will know what they mean.

“so are all French people assholes? I’ve been reading up on your people.”

he laughs, “my people?” he watches the red hue light your face, hands up in defense, “that’s what the internet says!”

he laughs once more telling you to never believe the internet, although he did play you into thinking the words “I have a boyfriend” mean something completely different, so maybe he is apart of that collective group.

—

“repeat it to me once more, amour.”

“Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?” do you want to sleep with me tonight

he chuckles a little to himself trying to find a serious tone, “that’s exactly what you should say to the cab driver.”

you chuck an orange at him watching his hands go up in defense as he allows the fruit to hit him the arm, two of you laughing, “this isn’t funny, Timmy! I leave in twenty-four hours!”

he watches you collapse against the cream colored sofa beside him, legs extending into his lap, “how am I supposed to order croissants for you across the world?” you bat your eyelids in an affection way, it’s your last hope to get help— the pastry was already the key to his heart. it gets him to do anything.

“what a dilemma that is.” he shakes his head, fingers tangling through his curls that fall in front of his eyes, “just don’t forget your notebook and you’ll be fine. do you remember how to order?”

“un croissant š'il vous plaît.” a croissant please

“tu est parfaite.” you are perfect

—

his phone buzzes in his pocket, it hasn’t even been a full day since you landed in Paris and you’ve been buzzing him like a mad woman. it’s his first time being in your place alone, he’s in charge of watering your plants. he notices you’ve left him money for his croissants and an extra key in case he misplaces the one you already gave him.

“bonjour mon ami how is Paris?” he picks up the phone plopping down onto your cream colored sofa and pressing speaker so he can listen and eat.

“did you know j’ai un petit-ami is I have a boyfriend?! you lied to me!”

he laughs, the familiar sound spreads a smile on your face despite your angry tone, it’s nice to hear him. even if you’ve been texting him, his voice is what you miss right now, “I guess you’re right my people are assholes.”

“damn right, chalamet! and I learned a little something from the bartender last night, tu es un connard!” you are an asshole

“Je t'aime!”

[cieloclercs]

Eternal life

Oscar piastri x russian figure skater

the ice queen — oscar piastri

pairing. oscar piastri x russian figure skater!reader

face claim. alina zagitova

warnings. swearing, google translate russian (im sorry), look guys i know the winter olympics were last year but for the sake of this they’re this year ok ?? 🙏 i used pictures from oscar’s sprint podium in spa for singaore (which obviously isn’t accurate plz overlook it hehe)

author’s note. hello anon! i hope you enjoy this, sorry it took so long ❤️

requests are still open for my 1k event! send something in if you’d like <3

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months later…

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yourusername олимп��йский чемпион! после стольких лет упорной работы я не могу поверить, что эта мечта наконец-то осуществилась 🥹 я хочу поблагодарить многих людей, которые помогли мне достичь этого: моего тренера, моих товарищей по команде, мою семью. я бы не справилась без каждого из вас! 🤍

olympic champion! after all the years of hard work, i can’t believe this dream has finally come true 🥹 there are so many people i want to thank for helping me get to this point: my coach, my teammates, my family. i couldn’t have done this without any of you! 🤍

i also want to thank my boyfriend and number one supporter oscarpiastri for putting up with me these last few months of prep 😭 i don’t know what i would have done without you 🥹 love you baby ❤️

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oscarpiastri congratulations, my love 🩷 i’m so proud of you 😘

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“Friendly” Suggestions

Red Medic x Reader

Warnings: Google translate German, inaccurate German culture, little spellcheck, and hints of sexism (if you squint)

A/N: instead of reader, I am using a class name instead. Vet, short for veterinarian.

Being the only woman on the team was already hard but being Medic’s second hand was even harder. If Vet did one thing, he would do another. If she stitched up one of the boys, he would correct her on her work. God forbid she healed someone on the field, without fail, Medic would throw his “Friendly Suggestions” her.

“I don’t know if I can handle any more of it” Vet took a swig of her morning tea, her other hand rubbing at her temple.

“I’m sure you’ll manage” Spy sat across the table from her, flipping through a magazine. Looking unbothered and uninterested as ever.

“I know I’m not a human doctor, but I know what I’m doing, I don’t need this constant hovering”

Spy didn’t take his eyes off the page he was reading, letting out a neutral “Hm”

Vet rolled her eyes and stood up from the table, going to the boiling tea kettle for a refill.

“Always a joy to talk to you Spy- Fuck!”

Vet dropped her cup in the sink and put down the kettle as fast as she could without spilling boiling water everywhere. Switching on cold water from the faucet to put her now burned hand under the flow.

“That's the second time you’ve burned yourself this week while pouring tea”

“Thank you Spy, I’m aware-”

“You burned youself?”

Vet swore mentally, of course Medic would walk in, he seemed to have a sixth sense when she was doing something wrong.

“Its fine, just a little slip up, nothing serious-”

“Serious or not, you shouldn’t be using cold water. Burn cream is more effective”

“I know but-”

“Here, take this”

Medic took out a small tube of burn cream and set it down on the counter

“Now you’ll be more prepared for another accident, your first aid kits seem often understocked”

Medic smiled at her while grabbing his morning coffee.

“I’m always available if you need any tips,”

Vet could feel her eye twitching. Medic took his mug and whistles as he left the room.

“...My first aid kits are NOT understocked”

“Do they have enough burn cream?”

“I’m gonna punch you Spy”

“Not with that hand you aren’t”

Vet felt her eye twitch in annoyance, leaving the burn cream on the counter. She was not a rookie that Medic needed to guide.

It was hot. Almost unbearably so in the gravel pit. It was nothing new to Vet. She wiped sweat off her neck before wrapping Scout's injured arm up and shooting him up with a small med pack.

“You could do that a little gentler you know-“

“And you could not get shot at every match, but here we are”

Vet stood and extended her arm out to him, helping him off of the ground.

“Go get ‘em champ”

Scout adjusted his hat before bolting off, a quick thanks was shouted over his shoulder.

Vet quickly moved to her next patient. Can’t stay in the same spot for too long in battle. Engineer was up next, he was usually an easy save. She weaved in and out of the empty buildings, making her a harder target to shoot. Her journey was abruptly stopped when a hand grabbed the back of her shirt and jerked her back into the shade of an overhang. Vet had her hand on her gun instantly, trying to find her next target.

“No no! None of that! It’s just me!” She heard Medics' voice before she registered him. She had half of a mind to still pull the trigger.

“Are you out of your mind Medic? I could have sent you to respawn-“

A glove clamped over her mouth as an enemy Demoman ran past their hiding spot, not noticing the two. Once he was gone, Vet wrestled his hand away.

“Would you-“

“The UV index is at a 10 today Frau”

“What.”

Medic smiled at her before pulled out a tube of sunscreen, spreading some on his gloves

“Skin cancer is no joke, even Mercenaries need sun protection”

Without warning, he applied sunscreen to Vets cheeks. Humming as he made sure her face was covered.

Vet had absolutely no words, whatever thoughts she wanted to say failed her.

Medic tapped her cheek once he was done.

“See? Better, it’s good you have someone looking out for you”

He did a once over of his gear before getting back into the action. Eventually Vet felt her rage return in spades.

She wasn’t a child, sure Medic was overbearing, but this was too far.

“That motherfucker-“

Sunscreen be damned, Medic be damned, they had a match to win. And afterword, she would rip him a new one.

Right now, ripping Medic a new one was far from her mind. Vet clutched the enemy’s briefcase to her chest, running as fast as she could. She had one thing on her mind, and that was securing her first win. Her lungs heaved and her knee was absolutely screaming in pain. The enemy Scout caught her with a crowbar, but she kept running. Less like running and more like limping with her busted knee, but she was so close. Just a few more seconds of pain, blood, and heat. With one final sprint, Vet flung herself into Red Base. The brief case falling to the floor with her.

A crisp victory flooded the loudspeakers and soon enough her teammates surrounded her. Heavy was the first to lift her up, cheering as he did.

“Blue team is no match for our Little Doctor!”

“You did alright Miss Vet”

“Mhppppmm!”

Vet soaked in her well deserved accolades, her shattered knee taking a backseat.

Until Medic slowly walked up, his eyes trained in on her injury. He stayed silent while the rest of the team celebrated.

“Frau-“

“I did it! Oh my lanta, I did it,”

“You were foolish”

Voices died down as everyone took in Medics disapproving look.

Vet felt her spark of rage within her chest.

“I’m sorry?”

“Heavy, bring her to my lab. This needs to be treated as soon as possible. Really Frau, you need to take care of yourself”

Medic turned away briefly to clean and adjust his glasses.

Engineer tried hearding the team out of the room, sensing that this conversation was going in the wrong direction.

“How dare you.”

Medic paused, turning to face Vet. She was still in Heavy’s arms, but she had so much to say.

“I won the match and you can’t even congratulate me? Everyone on this team has come back with worse injuries and I’m the one you reprimand?”

Confusion flooded across Medics face, like he wasn’t expecting this response.

“You are not like everyone else-“

“Enough!”

Vets voice rang loud and clear.

“I am a person! You cannot talk down to me and treat me like a child. I have a degree, I pull my weight, and I’ve done plenty to prove myself. You have been singling me out since I got here!”

Heavy could see the sweat forming on Medics brow, and it wasn’t from the heat.

“Frau, I meant no harm-“

“Everyday you correct me or tell me something you think I’m doing wrong, that ends tonight. I’m done, I’ll heal myself”

Vet spat at him, feeling her hands start to shake from all the emotion and excitement.

“Heavy, take me to my room, please”

“Little Doctor-“

“Heavy, please”

Heavy glanced over at Medic before shuffling out of the room. The rest of the team quickly dispersed after that. Not wanting to be caught up in whatever drama was happening.

All that left was Medic, staring at the brief case on the floor and shame washing over him.

“I do not understand”

Medic moved his chess piece, waiting for Heavy’s next turn.

“What am I doing wrong? Have I not been clear enough?”

Heavy studied the board before making his move.

“You have been very clear my friend, but you two are not of the same world”

Medic groaned and took off his glasses, trying to rub away his oncoming headache.

“Care to elaborate?”

Heavy paused, his chess piece a few inches away from being placed on the board.

“You Germans…how do I say this…express your feelings differently”

“I express myself perfectly fine!”

Heavy held up his hand, Medic huffed before shutting his mouth.

“To her, it sounds like you are doubting her abilities, questioning her judgment. Making Vet feel like less woman and more like child”

Medic tossed up his hands.

“How else will she know I can take care of her? I give her burn salve when she gets burned, I make sure her skin is protected from the harsh sun, I showed I care more about her than a…than a dummer Aktenkoffer!”

“This may be true, but to a non German, you are undercutting her success.”

Medic leaned forward

“Am I really doing that?”

Heavy nodded, taking Medics chess piece.

“Listen to Little Doctor. She is capable of taking care of herself”

“I know she is capable, much more than that…I just want her know I can take care of her too”

Heavy patted his friend on the shoulder.

“Do not give up hope Doctor, plenty of time for you to fix mess”

“I hope so…”

Just from around the corner, Vet listened. She had only meant to grab more bandages, not eavesdrop.

This whole time, Medic was trying to flirt with her?

She felt the tips of her ears warm, some of her anger starting to ebb away.

Well, if that’s how he flirted, maybe two could play at that game.

“Scheiße!” Medic jerked his hand away from the stove.

“Scout! You cannot leave this on!”

“Wasn’t me jackass!”

Medic rolled his eyes before searching for his salve, remembering that he gave it to Vet weeks before.

“Idiot boy…”

Heavy mumbled, turning a page in his book.

Vet peaked around the doorframe, fidgeting with the burn salve Medic gave her.

“Medic?”

His attention was immediately on her, Heavy watched from behind his book.

Vet approached and held out the salve. Letting Medic take it.

“Thank you Frau,” Medic watched himself carefully, doing his best not to say anything that could make him look worse.

Vet hesitated before giving him another tube of burn salve, a different brand.

“This is my preferred brand, I think it’ll take care of you better”

Medic and Heavy both paused, wondering if they heard that right.

“Oh, well, thank you”

“You’re more than welcome to see me if you need anymore”

Vet smiled at him before going on her way.

As soon as she left the room, Medic met Heavy’s gaze.

“She - she flirted with me! The German way!”

“I don’t think you have enough salve Doctor, the burn is big”

Medic nearly tripped out of the room following Vet, calling out to her to wait for him.

Heavy let out a small sigh, going back to his book. If Medic burning his hand was enough for Vet to notice him, then Heavy would have left the stove on a long time ago.

[mundivagantsoul]

✩ Bookshopist Moonboys ✩

Part 2: "A, b, c, d-"

Moon Knight System x Reader

Summary: How the boys have been setting in at the shop

Warnings: Google translate Spanish, a bit angsty at the end with Marc’s self-doubt, coarse language, Marvel depiction of DID

Word Count: 1.4K

A/N: Gave the boys particular fonts so the dialogue isn't confusing. Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading :)

Steven

Marc

Jake

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Steven navigates through the labyrinth of bookshelves with a pile of novels in hand. Lightly caressing the spines of various books, his eyes skim over the authors’ last names.

Humming the familiar tune that’s become a staple in their shifts, Steven starts, “A, b, c, d-”

A heavy Chicago accent interrupts his rhythm, “M, z, i…”

Steven sighs, ‘not this again’, he thinks, trying to drown out his headmate he continues, “E, f, g-”

“Q, l, u…” abruptly interrupts his thoughts again.

“H-”

“Y”

“I-”

“T”

“Bollocks, Marc, quit it!”

“Quit what? I’m just reciting the alphabet like you”.

“A-huh, sure you’re being a real help”

“You’re very welcome”

“Look bruv, I need to put these away, and I can’t do it with you distracting me every two seconds”

“Should've thought about that before you ate my food”

“For the last time, I didn’t eat your food!”

“A-huh suree~ First, you stole my wife, and now my food? Your old pals at the British Museum would be proud”.

“Oh for the love of- I’m sorry about Layla!”

“Ahem..”, a frail voice interrupts their dispute, peering down Steven is met with the comforting face of an old woman, ���Sorry to bother you luv, can you point me in the direction of the cooking section?”

Cheeks warming up, Steven points towards the aisle, “Just go strain down here and turn right at si-fi, then a left at parenting, and it should be on your left”.

She smiles kindly up at him, “Thanks honey”, then plotters along with a slight wobble in her step.

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It’s been 3 months since they started the job, and Steven’s loving every minute of it. His presence is appreciated, and he’s surrounded by others who share similar interests. Plus, he doesn’t have an aggravating boss breathing down his neck every second, which is a bonus. 

The shop has a decent history and mythology selection. Since the Thor incident in 2011 and the revelation that god exists, people have become more intrigued by mythology. There’s lots of debate amongst mythologists and historians, arguing if the term ‘mythology’ is even correct anymore. Steven remembers reading a post by The Daily Bugle, stating, "Thor is a glorified space alien, and gods don’t walk amongst us." Little did they know.

The aftermath of the past decade and the revelations it brought have given way to more accessibility to novels regarding gods and deities, something that Steven has taken full advantage of.

In his first month of employment, he had managed to procure almost all the Egyptology books in store. Marc and Jake are constantly nagging him about it, stating they don’t have the room nor income to accommodate the influx of novels. Steven’s still trying and failing to convince Marc to turn their storage unit into a personal library, receiving the same answer in return, “We’re not turning the storage unit into your book-hoarding man-cave. We got this job to earn money, not spend it all on your addiction”.

After noticing Steven had managed to clear through all the Egyptology books, you felt the need to enlighten him with some bookshop wisdom. “You know…”, You say whilst ringing up Steven’s latest purchases, “You can order more Egyptology novels from our supplier. We don’t always have enough room to keep them on hand, but I know there’s a few we can get posted in if you're interested?”.

At your words, his eyes light up and you swear stars were floating amongst his coffee eyes, “Really?!”

“Ahí van nuestros ahorros” Jake facepalms.

Surprisingly, Jake has found himself enjoying work at the quaint store. The tasks are relatively simple, mainly involving manual labour, finding books of customers, and putting through sales. At first, he’d been nervous about working at the shop. He was closing in on 40, and the only thing he’d ever served was vengeance and cunt. 

Thankfully, everyone at the store was supportive and non-judgemental. You reminded him one shift, "Believe it or not Lockley, it's okay to be a beginner and make mistakes”. Plus having two supportive brothers and a cat that somehow knows whenever he's feeling down helped. On the topic of cats, Jake was delighted to know that he could bring Viejita into work. “Will be good to get you out of the house” he mumbled to the feline, “Can’t have you growing up socially awkward like your tío Steven”, “HEY!”

Similarly to Jake, Marc was surprised to discover the job wasn’t as tedious as he’d initially predicted. The atmosphere is calm, especially for a retail job, and requires little mental thought. It’s a welcomed change, especially as his employment no longer involves something trying to kill him - though some books in the backroom have had a few good whacks at it. Since they started, Marc's gotten back into reading comics and sci-fi, he’s however, trying to keep it a secret. Khonshu forbid Steven found out he’s hypocritically spending their income on books. 

There’s an unspoken rule amongst employees that if a text perks your interest you’re able to ‘skim a few pages’ to further your knowledge of company merchandise. Obviously, this only applies if you do it without altering physical integrity. All of the boys take advantage of this, finding a quiet corner in the backroom during their break, huddling up with one of the cats whilst eating lunch and immersing themselves in a new story.

Over the last 3 months, all the boys have had some interesting interactions with customers. In the first week, Steven had a lady yell at him about the price of a plastic bag - as if he had any input on the pricing. Marc and Jake were plotting murder for the full duration of the interaction. 

Marc had to awkwardly ask someone for ID because they wanted to buy ‘adult’ manga whilst their mum was present. He then had to explain to the mother why an ID was required. 

And just the other day, Jake had a lady come in asking for a book, only she didn’t know the title, or the author, OR the contents. Only that another bookstore in the area had in four months ago. He spent the rest of his shift questioning humanity's intelligence and pondering how we’ve managed to survive this long.

However, at the end of the day, all the questionable customer interactions are worth it because they get to see you. Your presence is now an anchor in their lives. A lighthouse guiding them out of thunderstorms and eternal seas that threaten to swallow them whole. From your enthusiasm when discussing a book, to the adorable face you make when concentrating. Every second they spend with you they become more infatuated with your being.

“We should ask them out”

“And risk them saying no then having to work with them afterwards? Absolutely not”

“We don’t know that they’ll say no, piensa positivo hermano”

“Okay, I’m positive they’ll say no”

“...That’s a lame comeback and you know it”

“I’m with Jake - not on the comeback comment, but on the fact that we don’t know how they’ll answer”

“It doesn’t need to be a date, solo cafe y pasar el rato”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Marc sighs. Of course he wants to ask you out. Both Steven and Jake know that. He’s just worried you don’t reciprocate their feelings and only see them as friends. Or that he’ll somehow fuck it up for both you and his brothers. Maybe it would be better if he retreated back into the headspace, giving Steven and Jake the freedom to be with you without the burden of his pres-  

Now it's Steven's turn to interrupt Marc. “Oi, we’re not havin’ any of that. We come as a package deal, remember? Burger, chips, drink ‘n’ everything. There’s no us without you, quite literally might I add.”

“Steven tiene razón, te respaldamos. Siempre.”

A small “meow” comes from his feet, looking down he’s met with the adoring eyes of Viejita.

“See even Viejita agree’s”

Mouth twitching up as his heart swells, Marc gives in. 

“Fine... Just coffee”

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Finished heaven official’s blessing and I really enjoyed writing an analysis on helluva boss I want to make this a regular thing because it’s fun so here’s my thoughts on

Heaven Official’s Blessing

Spoilers (duh)

I think it’s incredibly impressive when someone can make an overarching narrative in which different seemingly disjointed events are significant without A) putting a giant exclamation mark on top saying “REMEMBER THIS IT WILL BE IMPORTANT LATER” and B) Significantly over or under emphasizing the importance of the scene in the moment. Each event stood on its own and I liked that.

There were several janky sentences and word choices but that’s a translation issue, this writer clearly knows what she’s doing.

Characters were a lot of fun and distinct, my favorites were Feng Xin, Pei Ming, Qi Ying, and Ling Wen whenever they were on the page I was like Ah yes, these pages are gonna be enjoyable and I was right, they’re all delightful (cept the brocade immortal stuff, but like I don’t care, Google assistant is fun) Xie Lian and San Lang are delightful, love them, and San Lang is so effed in the head it’s enjoyable to try and imagine what unhinged thing he’ll do next

Tbh there isn’t much plot breakdown I want to do with this series because it knows what it is, it’s a fanfic ass book with good times, trauma, gay fluff, and fights. Need I say more? That’s not a detractor, it’s a strength. Be what you are and own it because a house with a house’s foundation is a great house but slap a building on that house’s foundation and it fails in both regards.

The only aspect I’m going to analyze is the narrative voice the books are written in because holy crap is it super impressive. Xie Lian is a super mature (or ditzy, depending on your point of view) character, he doesn’t dwell on things, doesn’t hold grudges, doesn’t really care that much about people’s histories or even their present, doesn’t focus much on externals and it comes through in the way the book is written. I noticed this when throughout the books San Lang would do fucked up stuff like make it rain blood and kill a pit’s worth of people and Xie Lian kinda didn’t really seem to care and at first it pissed me off, why isn’t the author letting consequences occur because of these peoples’ actions, but then as it held consistently throughout the book and other people kept being super concerned about stuff, like Pei Constantly asking after Shi Qingxuan (I don’t know how to spell their name, it’s so hard to keep track I’m so sorry) or people bringing up Banue, I realized this is just Xie Lian, other people in the book are regular people like me, this one guy is just experiencing things, going “Well, ain’t that something” and then just moving on. Honestly iconic, but also I was halfway through book six when I realized. Especially since whenever they do flashbacks Xie Lian does all normal stuff. He describes settings he’s in, he mentions events that happened a few pages ago, he tells the reader how he feels, it’s after he experiences all his shit he goes through that this all kinda slips away. In “present” scenes he’ll reference things as they come up but like in the flashback after Mu Qing leaves they talk about it a few times and I find that aspect of acknowledgment to be noticeably absent in the “present” scenes. After the black water arc there is a complete lack of discussion about the frankly trauma inducing event that just transpired but sure Cie Lian, you and San Lang have to not hold hands for the billionth time. At first I thought is this author high but then I realized what shes doing is characterizing through prose which is IMPRESSIVE AS HELL. This may be a point I noticed and am now misremembering the entire series just to bolster my take and if that’s the case then I shall sheepishly shrug and say I’m sorry. I’m not rereading 8 books to write a tumblr review. Maybe if I ever start a YouTube channel

I don’t know, I just find it to be an incredible feat of actually good writing when a story is being told through the lens of the main character and you can characterize that character by simply reading the story and seeing how it’s written, not even through dialogue and action. It’s kinda like the Great Gatsby or a Separate Peace, and it’s super cool that a book like this can accomplish the same thing that makes those classics great. There isn’t as much symbolism or analytical potential but those books wouldn’t be nearly as impactful as they were without great execution, which this book pulled off in spades.

[i4bellingham]

MORE THAN JUST AN INTERLUDE: pedri x reader

SYNOPSIS: in which a relationship thought to be a fleeting moment lasted for more than they'll ever know.

CONTENT: incorporated with a slight social media au! + obsessive hateful fan speaking shit. conversations are in (google translated) spanish and english + gavi being an adorable child + innuendos by pedri :’p / also NOT PROOFREAD please don’t sue me. read part two here

pedri

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pedri el más feliz contigo. feliz aniversario mi amor. the happiest with you. happy anniversary my love.

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user1 wait what- one year ???? 😧

user2 y'all been together for one year i-

user3 remembering the days where your fans thought this was just a fling 😭 you guys are celebrating one year with each other now congrats 😭❤️

gavi happy anniversary!

fcbarcelona sending love to you and yourusername ❤️

user4 another month now and you'll break up anyways 😐

user5 shut yo stanky ass

user4 let's bffr here besties they're not gonna last ☺️

user6 user4 and this is why your father left you, your mom hates you, you failed school and you're single meanwhile yourusername is here living the absolute best of life 🤷🏻‍♀️

　　　

yourusername

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yourusername here's to many more small midnight talks about life with you. happy anniversary bebe ❤️

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_rl9 never let the haters ruin such a beautiful relationship!

pedri never

gavi the second picture is when you text him and his focus is not with us anymore :/

yourusername i always tell him to stop texting me when he's out with you guys though ☹️

gavi i know, pedri just doesn't listen because he's annoying like that

yourusername say sorry pedri :/

yourfriend1 happiest anniversary to you both! ❤️❤️

pedri i love you

yourusername i love you more

pedri i love you the most

yourusername i love you more than most

pedri i love you so much that no words could ever describe to which extent

alejandrobalde pedri we get it man 😃 (anyways happy anniversary yourusername)

gavi pedri simp (i don't know if i used that word correct)

Pedri was still high on adrenaline when he was whisked away for an interview just after their game.

His football jersey clung onto his skin in an uncomfortable but familiar hug with grimes and sweat all over his body. If people looked closely, they'd find small specks of dirt on his cheeks from the amount of time he tried intercepting a ball pass from the opposing team. He still looked good nonetheless, not that he needed someone to remind him that as he stood carefree in front of the multiple camera shooting his every angle as he waits for the first question to pop up.

“So... what a game huh?” The reporter chucklesㅡ for what reason, Pedri doesn't know but he simply chuckles alongside him. “How do you think of your performance today Pedri? And how do you think that contributed to the win tonight?”

Pedri scratches his nose bridge, then placing both hands over his waist as he takes a lean back to keep the mic near from his lips.

“I think this is one of the best games that I’ve played entering this season. I think that defensively I’ve gotten a lot of progress and it showed in this game tonightㅡ but I believe there is still room for improvement. I think that I had made a few bad calls during the game as well so I’ll definitely look into that as to not make the same mistakes again but overall, I’m pretty satisfied and happy with how my performance played out tonight and contributed to our team’s win.”

The reporter nods his head behind the camera, seemingly impressed at the response he got from one of Barcelona’s golden boys.

“Any celebrations happening tonight for this big win? For another 3 points on the board?”

Pedri smiles but he shakes his head. “No, the guys will get into that but I will be celebrating something else tonight, this is a special day for me and for my girlfriend after all so I just want to spend this night with her.”

“Speaking of girlfriend...” The reporter trails off, flicking through his card with a teasing glint and smile on his face as he follows through with his statement. “It’s your guys’ anniversary today yes? Made quite a lasting impression on Twitter, this one.”

Pedri nods his head, eyes steering away from the media crew momentarily when his eyes catches a familiar figure walking towards them alongside Gavi.

“Yes, it's our anniversary today so not only do I get to celebrate the win tonight but I also get to celebrate an entire year of love and happiness with my girlfriend.”

Pedri shoots you a smile when you catch his eyes, mouthing ‘wait for me’ as he tends to his media tasks by finishing off the interview with a few more remarks for the game, team improvements and whatnot before he walks over to you and Gavi in brisk steps when he's finally done.

He's a few mere foot away when you immediately open your arms for a hug, not minding that he's still dirtied up from his previous game, all with the sweat and gunk clinging onto him. Pedri immediately falls down into your embrace, and Gavi takes that chance to slip away when he sees the cameras pointing to you both while still airing live.

You plant a kiss each to his cheeks and nose, leaving more than a swift peck to his lips that he returns gratefully and with glee.

“I’m so proud of you, do you know that?” You tell him as he leans his forehead against yours. “You did so well today baby, I’m very very proud of you.”

Pedri wraps both of his arms around your waist, locking you snug against him as you snake your hands around his shoulders.

“You always tell me that, no?” He leans down to whisper in your ear. “But you can always show how proud you are of me yeah?”

You don’t say anything but you do slap his chest when Gavi comes in barreling through your hug, jumping behind your boyfriend while he's got both hands over Pedri’s shoulders.

“Happy Anniversary to the two of you!”

Pedri shakes the younger one off before moving to walk away, pulling you behind him. “Too loud Gavi.”

“But we won! And it's in your anniversary and you guys should all be loud!”

Pedri smiles tight-lipped, another whisper going through your ears before he's leaning back up as if he never just said something to rouse you up.

“Oh you'll definitely be loud tonight, that's for sure.”

Not only did the media capture you lip-locking live with your boyfriend after his post-game interview, the interaction with Gavi and Pedri’s whispered suggestive comments that left you stunned and bothered definitely made it to the trending topics on Twitter for the next days to come.

[couldbebetterforsure]

So in my ever continuing brain rot concerning Jack Jeanne, I did a tiny bit of splurging…and got me the limited edition version of the Japanese edition of the game 😅 Why do I keep doing this to myself, I can’t read Japanese!!! But at least with the game I know what I’m doing (but I already have the English version but it’s nice to have this one too). It came with the physical game, another art book, a mini novel, a drama cd, a soundtrack, and here’s the funny bit.

When I ordered this thing the description was limited and in Japanese and I had a hard time figuring out what was included. So I sent the seller a message asking and they told me it included the stuff I mentioned before along with a bonus picture. I figured it was like those bonus picture things I reblogged a couple posts of before so I was excited to possibly get some since I’ve said how pretty they look!

Anyways it finally got here and had everything mentioned…and now about that bonus picture. With the box there was a tiny file showing one of the bonus pics (one with all the Quartz babies so I was happy). And I figured that was it and was about to throw away the box……when I realized there was something heavy still in the box. So I saw this cardboard thing that I originally assumed was just there for support until I noticed it was covered in plastic. I open it up….and inside is a 12x16 version of the smaller pic framed in a simple but cute looking Jack Jeanne frame!!!! Like holy shit!!!!

Anyways, yeah I’m a happy camper! And I’m happy I managed to get at least ONE of those pretty bonus pictures! And that if I had to get any at least it was one of all of my sweethearts!

[sweetsmalldog]

SVSSS Liveblog Volume 1 Chapter 1

Before I start: this cover art is so pretty I love it

Is this whole opening a PSA on not abusing children or they’ll become Stallion Protagonists?

… Yes yes it is apparently

‘“Dumbfuck author Dumbfuck book” With his dying breath Shen Yuan spat this final curse’ Local man hated so hard he died

Bro why are you shocked the web novel writing by Mr. Masturbation was filled with smut and not very well written? You didn’t half to start it. You could’ve simply not been a hater. You could’ve simply touched grass.

Actually I think it makes sense that people still need to eat and sleep. Have you considered that sleep is nice and eating good food is good? Maybe the body still wants food even if it can’t eat it? Also what if your cultivation fails and you haven’t been eating or sleeping? Do you just suddenly die of starvation? Ever think of that Shen Yuan?

Once again your reading a web novel by Mr. Masturbation why are you surprised it’s bad?

The System immediately had enough of his hater vibe and told him to stfu

More pretty art let’s goooooooo

RIP my hater king you are the titular Scum Villain I mean it’s in the title to be fair

“Second: from now on, cling madly to the male lead’s thighs” The closet is made of glass

This man just got told he’s required to be a child abuser until he can unlock not having to act like an asshole 24/7 mode

And the last this that dude did was torture the protagonist oof

He is pretty that is your only saving grace until you unlock no more child abuse to your future murderer mode dude embrace that bit at least

“He still couldn’t compare to Luo Binghe” Once again the closet is made of glass

Even the system thinks the plot is shit

Even more pretty art!!!!

Smart way to give Binghe the medicine ngl

Man is already like “I’m fucked” and honestly fair

“It’s not like I don’t want to cling the the male lead’s thighs” the closet is open at this point

I too would just want to flee in disgrace

Local man just watching children bully other children because if he doesn’t join in on bullying said child he’ll literally die despite not wanting to be a child abuser

And he intervened valid and fair but he is fucking himself over but +10 morals for ever ten points he lost

‘Let me just grab the protagonist’s prized possession real quick’ -Shen Qingqiu

I mean fair enough get those points back

Man is on his way to unlocking not being a child abuser lets gooooo

Local man is hot, he’s being forced to be a horrible asshole by Google Translate God but he is hot

Fun Fact: If a torturer is particularly skilled a person won’t die of blood loss when being flayed hypothermia would usually be what did them in that case not relevant at all but idc

Love him outsmarting the system take that you Google Translate ass

This man sound so hot despite being shitty why is everyone saying he’s not? Look at the cover art!! That’s a hot man

LOOK AT THE GOOD ART HE LOOKS HOT!!!!

Local man banned from smiling rip

[german-enthusiast]

At the moment I’m doing an exchange year here in Germany, I’ve been here almost 2 months but I don’t feel my speaking skills has improved like I excepted. Don’t know if I’m doing something wrong, even if during the day I hear many new vocables they don’t leave a lasting impression on my brain (I don’t if that makes sense) and I’m feeling very often without words to express myself. Idk do you have any advice?

Hello!

I think you have to give yourself some grace. 2 Months is not the shortest of times, sure, but you moved to a different country where you probably knew nobody or only very few people. Arriving takes time, even without the language aspect! It took me a long while to feel I've arrived in my exchange year, much longer than it took to find a routine, to explore the area, to know my way around the school etc.

You say you're worried you're doing something wrong but there's no way to fail an exchange year! You're there to have an experience! To see a different place! To talk to different people! To figure out who you are away from the people and places you've grown up around!

Speaking is a very difficult part of learning a language, because it takes much more courage than the rest. Listening, reading, writing - they allow for more time and passive vocabulary is always bigger than active vocabulary (for natives too!). With speaking, you're bound to be misunderstood a hundred times, to mispronounce something, to forget words. But that is not a personal failure on your part. It's true for everyone learning a language, both one's mother tongue and any foreign language.

You hear a lot more German every day now and don't feel it's leaving a lasting impression - i think that's a very valid feeling but also to be expected. Children hear a million words everyday too, listen to the radio with their parents, see movies on tv, and still they'll still learn the meanings of words only seven, ten, fourteen years into being a person.

My advice would be

- continue trying. try try try, even if and because it will means you will make mistakes. making mistakes is how we learn

- stay curious about the language and words. if you don't understand something but think it is meaningful for you, take the time to understand it later (take a picture to look at later, ask a native about it, allow yourself to find meaning when you have the energy and time). Even if you feel you've "failed" in the moment, you can still learn later on!

- if a word you hear seems to be meaningful to you (meaning, you think it would be a good addition to your active vocabulary), investigate it. Ideally, ask someone to elaborate on it, give example sentences and common occurrences, explain nuances and thenYou use it. Make example sentences, look for where in your life that word might come up and verbalize that. Words move from passive to active vocabulary by being actively used often and thus staying at the ready for you to use.

- whenever you move to grab your phone and google a translation of a sentence or even just a word, stop yourself and try just one more time. Paraphrase, describe, gesture, build new words. If then you're understood and the person listening gives you the words you were missing, they have a pile of meaning to join in your head, probably anchoring them better than a translation out of a void would've. And if you're still not understood, the void is still there for you to help out.

that's all I've got right now but I already know I'll be thinking more about this.

You're welcome to reach out if you've got questions or just need someone to listen!

[nattyscuddlycabin]

Sparks Fly

Natasha Romanoff x f!Reader

Warnings: red room ways of raising girls, bad coping mechanisms, mission gone wrong, deaths of people (not major characters), language, mentions of blood, gauze, and wrap

Genre: Angst + Fluff ending

Summary: Natasha’s mission failed, leading to civilian deaths, and she ends up coping in a way she was thought by the Red Room.

A/N: Reader is Bulgarian in this because I am lazy and I don’t feel like dealing with google translate right now, so I just used my home language cuz it’s also slavic, ok? Ok!

Translations:

Bulgarian:

любов моя - my love

мое златно сърце- my golden heart

Russian:

Детка-baby

(ﾒ﹏ﾒ)

The mission was for the team to rescue the Hydra “experiments” then blow up the base. However, the outcome of the mission ended up being a blown up base with just two or three experimented on kids being saved. It was all a miscommunication, but Natasha blamed herself for it. She thought that she should have been able to help fix the chaos and save the rest of the kids, but there they were, back at the tower, filling it with thick melancholy in the air.

Y/N tried to soothe Natasha and help her not think of it all as her fault. She wasn’t at the mission, but she knew that Nat wasn’t fully at fault and that Nat did everything in her power to get the mission to go right. Natasha Romanova may seem cold but she always does her best to save everybody.

Finally, Nat just told Y/N that she wants some alone time to process things. Y/N wasn’t sure that it was best for Nat to be alone at such a time, but she let her have her personal time.

Hours later, Y/N was concerned that she had still not heard anything from Nat, so she went into her room, only to find no one there.

“Jarvis, where’s Tasha?” You ask worriedly.

“Miss Romanova has left the tower. She appears to be in a ballet studio Downtown.”

“Oh shit… how long ago did she leave?”

“Miss Romanova left the tower at 1 pm today.”

“Jarvis, send me the location of the ballet studio.”

“Yes, Miss Y/L/N. It has been sent.”

You look down at your phone, putting on navigation to the studio, and run off to the elevator.

After a few minutes, you park in front of a studio with blurred windows, but you only see one person inside.

Running off to the door, you walk in slowly, knowing you probably startled the redhead inside. She looks at you for a second before hiding her face away from you and continuing her “practice.”

“Hey baby, I need you to pause, okay?”

She just quietly continues dancing to the music of the silence in the room.

“Nat. I’m serious.”

She ignores you again.

“Natalia, stop,” you say in a low, stern voice.

She stops, slowly lowering her arms and leg from the position she’d been in, still refusing to face you. She lowers to the ground, rolling up in a ball and hiding her face in her legs.

You walk over to her, sitting down next to her. You hug her.

You speak, softer than before“Baby, you have been dancing for…” You check your phone, seeing the time being 5:04, “four hours now. You are hurting yourself. You don’t deserve to be punished, sweetheart. You aren’t there anymore. I’m here, okay?”

A quiet sob escapes her lips as she whispers, “I killed them…”

“No, you didn’t. You have never killed anybody on purpose, любов моя.”

She just keeps crying quietly for a bit.

You softly caress her foot and ask, “can I take them off?”

“Mhm” she mumbles out, sniffling quietly.

You slowly untie the ballet shoes, sliding them off her feet. Noticing how bloody her feet have gotten under her ballet shoes, you sigh in concern and open your little bag you carry around, finding the gauze and wrap, putting on the gauze on the worst places, and wrapping it up to secure it in place before softly massaging each foot, enough to make her feel a bit more relaxed, but not too much, careful not to hurt her.

“Baby, can you look at me, please?” You ask in a whisper.

She looks up, her reddened face wet from tears. You move your hand calmly up to her cheek, brushing away the last tear prickling down her beautiful face, and giving her a loving smile.

“I will always love you,” you whisper.

She looks at your eyes and smiles slightly, whispering back, “I love you too.”

You get up, reaching for her hand as you pull her up, hugging her. As you are hugging, you slowly start moving side to side, as she rests her head on your chest.

“Drop everything now…” you begin singing slowly, slower than the tempo of the actual song.

“Meet me in the pouring rain, kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain, ‘cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile,” you twirl her and continue dancing while looking at each other, “get me with those green eyes baby as the lights go down, give me something that’ll haunt me when you’re not around,” you boop her nose and she giggles, “cause I see sparks fly whenever you… smile,” you smile as you see her already smiling at you.

“Okay let’s go home now, okay? We don’t need your feet hurting even more. I love you, мое златно сърце.”

“I love you too, детка.”

(¯ ³¯)♡

[smooth-perceval]

“Stealing hearts aside.”

Carlos Sainz X Fem!Reader.

[Part Two]

Summary: Reader is attending a GP for a “date” but her “date” leaves her wandering around the pit lane alone. Until she bumps into a very cheeky driver.

Warnings: Swearing, some cheeky pick up lines, pure fluff, Google translate, no proof read.

++ Warning: Mention of Zhou Guanyu crash.

Key: Y/N (Your Name), Kai (your dates name), Y/J/C (your job choice), we’re at silverstone GP.

Word count: 2,474

A/N: First post on this account, hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it! I got some inspiration from watching “The Break-up” and how they both first met. Soooo enjoy 🖤

I had no clue why I was here- to be honest… I mean Kai said it’ll be a nice outing, but watching cars go round and round, and barely getting a conversation in edge ways doesn’t sound like a nice outing to me.

I don’t even know this guys full name.

The conversation was barely to none… he has just been flashing money all day expecting me to swoon. When I’m far from swooning. If anything I’m ready to go home, I was annoyed- I had travelled quite a distance to get here just for the guy to be a complete douche.

We was both walking down the pits in our own worlds, me looking towards the garages, him doing god knows what. I noticed a few names that you hear around, Lewis Hamilton, Lando Norris, George Russel. They’re just names you hear around England seeing as they was our drivers.

Letting out a deep sigh, I tried the effort again… “So who is this garage here?” Pointing at the bright red garage I glanced up at the names,

Carlos Sainz,

Charles Leclerc.

“Kai?” Turning around, he was gone. I turned doing a full spin looking around, it’s one thing to be a dick. But to leave me alone in an unknown area was another thing. This entire date was a right off, I was 100% ready to go home. And that’s what I looked for the nearest exit.

Then it all got too much… I felt my chest heave and my body slowly started warming up, I knew the tears were on the way… what was so wrong with me that I couldn’t even have my date stick around? Shaking my head I bit my lip gently, I couldn’t cry here, not in public.

Right I need a distraction, before I ball my eyes out… I looked back up at the signs reading their names again, I know that logo- and the red is quite obvious… so I’m next to a Ferrari garage.

These wouldn’t be such bad photos here, humming a tune, starting to try and forget about the failed date. I pulled my phone out taking a snap of the car, smiling to myself I looked at the photo, maybe I can stay for a few more minutes… a few more pictures.

“You want a picture of me, no?” Turning at the voice, I tilted my head back shielding my eyes looking at the person.

“Oh hi- did you want me to take a photo of you?” Confused i held my phone up.

“No, I thought you wanted a picture-” looking back at me just as confused, I shook my head slowly. “No… we can take one if you want?” I got the camera app up on my phone and smiled at the guy.

“You don’t know who I am?” I shook my head again, staring up at him.

“Am I supposed to?” I glanced at the person next to him and they just shook their head smiling a little.

“Carlos, we have got to get going-”

“Carlos?” Repeating his name I turned back towards the garage then back at him.

“Oh… this is your garage?”

“Sí!” He gestured to the garage, I smiled and laughed a little. Now stepping back and getting a good look at him… he was like a dream. Like he had just walked out of a movie, some kind of Prince Charming.

“Finalmente, llegamos allí al final.” (Finally, we got there in the end.) He turned to the person next to them laughing a little. Back to being confused again I tilted my head at them both.

“Sorry… I don’t speak that language.” Pausing I looked back at the guy. “Or any other language…” smiling at me he held his hand out. “I am Spanish.”

“Oh, how lovely!” Smiling back at him I handed him my phone, as he held it up for a photo, both smiling into the camera, I felt Carlos hand move to the middle of my back as he snapped the photo.

“Carlos we have got to go… there’s people crowding around and there’s not a lot of security.”

Carlos arm was still placed there as we both looked around at the crowds of people slowly forming. “I say you better get going Mr.Sainz.” Smiling up at him I go to get my phone, him moving it back slightly. “Ah ah, what’s your name?”

Laughing a little I reached over more grabbing my phone. “Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N”

“Does Y/N have someone I should be watching out for?”

Pausing for a moment my mind flickering back to earlier I shook my head. “Nobody I can think of-” his smile grew slightly.

“Will Y/N give me her number?” Shocked I stepped back, Carlos hand now falling to his side.

“Why do you want my number?” Furrowing my eyes brows at him I put my phone into my purse.

“So when I want to call you I know the number to dial?” He laughed a little looking back to the person.

“Oh… erm okay.” The person handed me a pen they had connected to their folder, and I wrote my number onto his arm.

“Why did you write it there?” Confused he looked at the number reciting it.

“So if you wash your hands, you don’t wash me away.” Smiling up at him. “Balls in your court Carlos.” Humming he looked at the number again. “I’ll be in touch querida.” (Darling.)

“Oh- it’s Y/N…”

“I didn’t say your name.”

“No- that’s why I thought I remind you… you called me-”

“Querida, I know.” (Darling.)

“What’s that mean?”

“You’ll find out.” Smiling he then squeezed my arm heading into his garage with the other person.

I was trying to remember what he called me and how he said it- but it had already left my mind when he touched my arm. It was like he flicked on a switch and I was on fire.

Still gobsmacked I turned to the garage that had people running sorting the car out, Carlos was no where in sight, he must have gone to get changed or something because he defiantly wasn’t in his racing suit.

“Carlos Sainz…” it sounded like heaven on the lips, smiling blissfully to myself I decide to leave it up to him, walking away from the garage, maybe I could stay for one more race…

Walking around I tried finding a good spot, pulling my phone out getting the camera ready. The speakers where barely heard over the sound of the cars as they were started up.

I could just about see the finish line form where I was I’m guessing it’s the first corner, steadying my phone I press record the cars all going round doing a slow lap, or warming up the tires as the lady next to me had said.

First lap and there was a terrible crash, right in front of the first corner, loud sounds of gasps came from everyone. The car had flipped upside down and was sliding along the gravel and ended up wedged between the two barriers. Luckily the driver came out un injured- but even so it made your stomach churn… it was scary to witness especially right in front of your eyes.

With each lap there was nearly a car less on the track, and I still found myself watching out for the number ‘55’ each time it had come round, merely out of worry.

It was nearing the end of the race, they was just coming up to the finish straight, Carlos still in first place. The silence of the crowd all holding our breaths as he come flying through the checkered flag.

It sent everyone into a loud mass of cheers and applause, and the English crowd screamed louder when Lewis crossed the line. A moral victory and everyone glad he was on the podium at his home race.

Everyone had migrated round to the stage area where they accept their trophy’s, it was packed, all like sardines… the weather was unbearable especially in this mass of people, so pulling myself away I stood at the very back and used my phone camera to zoom in on Carlos.

Watching my phone with a smile, a blush had crept to my face. He looked even better than earlier- he looked rough- and weirdly enough Carlos pulled it off. He just looked great… I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

The day finally came to an end, overall I wouldn’t be put off by watching cars go round and round, if I meant bumping into Carlos again… he was wonderful, he had a lovely smile, a laugh that I wanted to hear on repeat, my body still felt ecstatic every time I say his name. Even thinking of him.

I had finally reached my car still in a trance, in my own little world. Giddy by how the day had ending, I guess it wasn’t such a bad date after all…

The only thing I was waiting for now was any contact from him. I just had to be patient-

Once home that night I had made dinner and showered, getting changed into some pyjamas, it was still warm in England the summer being close to one of the warmest summers. Satin sets and air conditioning was the only way of battling through the night, and lots of hydration.

I was relaxing on the sofa watching tv when my phone broke the quietness ringing out loud, jumping slightly I picked the phone up, the contact read as unknown number. Confused I press the answer hoping it wasn’t some scam…

“Hello?” I press the mute button on the tv trying to listen.

“Y/N?” Just by saying my name he had a smile on my face and butterflies dancing around my stomach. Like a giddy school girl I tucked my legs underneath me hugging the phone tight.

“You called-”

“I didn’t know wether to text or call- but here we are.” Laughing a little down the phone I smiled even more… it could possibly break my face.

“Congratulations on your win.”

“You watched?” I nod my head, then quickly said yes realising he couldn’t see me.

“Is the guy who crashed okay? You know, the first lap…”

“Sí, Sí… bit shaken I think that’s all.” He sighed into the phone, and my heart went out to him.

“Longs his okay… how are you?”

“I’m okay- I wish I didn’t watch it back… it was horrible.”

Humming the line went silent…

“Are you still in England?”

“Yeah- I fly out in a tomorrow,” a few muffles was heard from his side clearly moving around.

“Oh where are you off to next?”

“Austria.”

“Well I’ll be watching” smiling a little, praying I wasn’t too forward, I then heard his little chuckle.

“I think you was my lucky charm today-”

Laughing also, my face now heating up. He definitely has a way with words-

“You think?” He hummed back rusting around again.

“Can I see you?”

“Err, I doubt I can get to where you are right now- and I’m in my pyjamas…” mumbling I fiddled with the pillow in front of me.

“FaceTime?”

“I’m in my pyjamas-” laughing again, but he already had the FaceTime going I just had to accept.

Looking around quickly I grabbed the cushion and put it in front of myself to hide the pyjamas, and sorting my hair out quickly. It still being a little damp from the shower… chewing on my lip I observed myself again before pressing accept.

And there he was, and again… I think even more handsome… I can’t put my finger on it maybe it was how his hair had curled a little in front of his head- made him look just incredible… maybe it was how his eyes seemed to still be relishing in his victory, I just don’t know but he is perfect.

“Hi-” I mailed wide at seeing his face pulling the phone a little closer.

“Hello querida.” (Darling)

“Are you doing to tell me what it means or shall I translate it?” Laughing a little leaning my head back.

“No, no don’t ruin the fun!” Laughing also he got up moving over to the bed laying down, his head against his pillow.

“So, what brings you to the race?” He smiled moving his hand up and playing with his hair.

“I actually had a date there…” mumbling I switch the tv off heading upstairs also.

“A date? Who takes a lady on a date there?” His eyebrows was furrowed, clear confusion on his face. I gasped agreeing with him.

“I thought the same thing!”

“Where were they? When we bumped into each other?”

“I wouldn’t say we bumped into each other Carlos. I had no idea who you was- and you thought I was a fan… which I am now by the way-” tilting my head slightly at him, I climb into bed also, my side lamp still on.

“Definitely my favourite-” he smiled before rolling onto his side, “I didn’t see him around, unless I pushed him out the way or something without realising?”

“No he ran off before you got the chance…” I sighed looking away from the camera.

“That’s good.” He hummed, causing me to frown and look back at him. “Sorry… but how?”

“Well we defiantly wouldn’t have been speaking now, no?” It was my turn to hum and roll my eyes playfully. “I see” he started laughing moving the phone away from him.

Once he calmed down he spoke again, “So-”

“So…” I also turned on my side smiling to myself.

“Stealing hearts aside.”

He gestured his hands in front of him and I nodded my head slowly.

“What else do you do?”

“Are you implying something Mr.Sainz?” Raising my eyebrows at him.

“Hm?” He raised his eyebrows also, both smiling at each other.

“I would say you have stolen my heart completely.”

Now it was my turn to burst into laughter, Carlos laughing along, “Well stealing hearts, aside- I am a Y/J/C”

“Incredible, you really are perfect-”

Blushing harder I move my phone away, “Stop it…”

“Don’t move me!” He laughed again pulling his phone closer to himself, chasing me to once again laugh.

“You really are something, I just can’t quite put my finger on it.” I smile wistfully, eyes glued to him. “Your so pretty.” Mumbling quietly lost in thought.

And that’s when I noticed it, the blush slowly creeping up his cheeks. It made him even more cuter… absolutely perfect.

“Now you stop it-”

Glancing at the time I let out a sigh…

“I should let you go, you have a flight-” I watch Carlos eyes move slightly clearly checking the time before he looked back at the camera.

“Sí, I don’t want to go.” Sighing also his face now slightly deflated.

“Me neither…” I whisper holding the phone tighter.

“When can I see you again? In person-”

My breath got caught in my throat before I smiled a little.

“You really want to see me again?”

“I would be stupid not to.”

“Well Carlos, the ball is in your court.” I smiled a little more, remembering earlier when I said the exact same thing.

“Come to Austria.” He quickly sat up, face turned serious.

“I can’t- don’t you think that’s a little too soon?”

“When you know, you know.” He shrugged like he didn’t just ask me to fly to another country with him.

“Carlos I have a job- I can’t just get up and go…”

“So if you didn’t have a job, you would’ve came?” His smile now returning.

“I didn’t say that…” smiling shyly, knowing full well I would’ve probably considered it-

“I don’t know what it is- I just have this urge to have you there… I need to see you again.” Sighing he laid back defeated.

“Come to the airport- I’ll come to you?” He suggested quickly.

“Carlos-”

“Please.” We both stare at each other, Carlos pleasing eyes slowly making me cave…

“I’ll see you at the airport, okay?”

A bright smile broke out on his face and he shuffled around excitedly.

“Sí Sí. I’ll text you the details.”

“Okay- goodnight Carlos”

“Goodnight querida” he winked into the camera, and blew me a kiss, causing me to laugh a little.

“Goodnight.” The call ended and I really couldn’t stop the smile… it hurt how bad I was smiling.

Carlos sainz, you really are something.

A/N: I’ve had to rush a few things- seeing as I promised a time and didn’t stick to it- we’ve been having a heatwave in England and I really couldn’t get the fic finished- howeverrrr this could become a slow series. Because I’m kinda liking chili 😉 Let me know what you think- so far 🖤

Tag: @copper-boom 🖤

Masterlist

[lymoncat]

Aot bf scenarios: what clothing item you steal of his MODERN AU

why I’m writing this? I have absolutely no clue but you know what? That’s okay

Eren

His uniform cape

okay don’t get me wrong he wears that thing on most expeditions and you were doing his laundry… you saw it… you snatched it (I would too) you put it on and it was warm (mainly cuz it just got out of the dryer BUT EITHER WAY and I may know that this is modern AU but just shhhh) you tried to jump from the couch impersonating him and failed… miserably. You failed to land and hit your face on the counter and then he walked through the door, he sighed “really y/n, again?” (This isn’t the first time or the second, or third, you do this all the time) “yeah…” he takes you to the bathroom to clean up the bloody nose you got (f u counter) then he sat on the couch and ya’ll cuddled till you fell asleep

Armin

He has these really soft fluffy gloves-

your hands were cold cuz of eating an otter pop from frickin Walmart and you finished the food and saw the gloves. On. The. Table. (Pretend that the vision zooms in with each each of those three words) you grabbed them and put them on, later he came back from the library (typical Armin) and he saw them on you when you were petting the cat (yes you have a cat) and he blushed and smiled because it was adorable (yes reader you are adorable and perfect just the way you are)

Levi

his cravat. bro wears that thing 24/7 and he was taking a shower sooooo you pranced your happy ass on in there and snatched it and put it on in the mirror. Unfortunately he takes short showers so he noticed that it was gone and saw you wearing it… he thought it was cute and thus let you wear it on one condition, you had to make him tea.

Jean

his little cowboy hat from s4

you took it off his head and pretended to be Michael Jackson lol it’s that simple that is literary what happened

Connie

I feel like it would be his shoes

you had to go get something from the store and were in a hurry, y’all have matching pairs of shoes and the same size feet, you accidentally took his and left. You only realized when you looked down to pick something up that you dropped, you saw his name on the shoelace…. (Don’t ask but I just feel like that’s what Connie would do…)

Reiner

His shirt

You had finished your shower and realized that you forgot your shirt, you went to y’all’s room and decided to wear his shirt then you went out to the living room where he was watching tv you sat next to him and he saw it on you he smirked at the sight, he thought you looked so damn sexy in his shirt, let’s just say that you couldn’t walk the next day…

Bertholdt (go onto google translate and listen to how it’s pronounced, it’s weird af)

his hoodie

you were cold and went to his room to get your sweater and couldn’t find it, so you took his. When sweet baby saw you he was blushing you looked so cute and adorable and he just wanted to hold you. It was wholesome and adorable, you guys cuddled all night.

Now when they say you are adorable, believe it, you are beautiful/handsome/good looking I dont know your pronouns… but anyways, everyone has their flaws but that’s what makes you, you. Don’t ever believe anyone who tells you otherwise there are people who care about you. love u! <3