#so OBVIOUSLY älskar has something to do with love

[snallavanta]

why did it take me SO LONG to realise that jag älskar dig is a direct translation to i love you sldjshdljs

[oddpriest]

Swedish Lessons (Five Hargreeves)

A/N: Based off of this prompt. I’m sorry if the Swedish is broken and/or incorrect, I don’t actually speak Swedish and had to translate the best I could :-( Please, if you speak Swedish, feel free to correct me!! Also sorry for the back to back dialogue in places. Translations are numbered at the bottom! Enjoy

Genre: Fluff 

Warnings: S2 content

W.C: 1,478

Summary: You accompany Five, Diego, and Lila at the Mexican Consulate. While Diego and Lila search for the Majestic Twelve, Five decides it’s the perfect time to review a little Swedish. 

An anthem of trumpets filled your ears as you entered the room, causing you to subconsciously sway with the melody as you followed close behind Five. The room was slightly crowded with elegant figures, poise and polite, incredibly well dressed. You told Five a silent ‘thank you’ for helping you with your look tonight, otherwise you might have felt out of place.

“I don’t see Dad anywhere.”, Diego announced. 

“Just be on the lookout for the Majestic Twelve. You two can take upstairs, [Y/n] and I will keep an eye out down here.”, Five instructed, “Oh, and Diego, try not to do anything too stupid.”

Five matched his words with a sarcastic smile, making Lila to chuckle as they took off. This left just you and Five, alone together at one of the fanciest gatherings you’ve ever attended. The glistening chandelier hanging from the ceiling caught your eye, and you began to get lost in thought. So lost in thought, you hadn’t even noticed Five tugging on your hand.

He gestured toward the open floor, “Come dance with me.”

Only half paying attention, you blindly followed him with your hands still enclosed. Your face began to flush a bit as you both came to a standstill. Briefly, you examined your surroundings and your current position; you finally realized, Five had invited you to dance. At this point, your nerves had completely taken over, making your face redder by the minute as you started to shake. He seemed to notice your change in behavior because his resting deadpan face was replaced with one that was rarely seen. His gaze had softened, and the slight smile on his face was genuine. 

“Follow my lead.”

His hand took to your waist, protectively gripping the small of your back. Your back straightened instinctively, your free hand moving to his shoulder. The other was preoccupied, tightly holding onto his hand. The dance began as simple swaying, taking small footsteps as you looked into each other’s eyes. A small, surprised squeak escaped you as you were twirled, and you hoped the quick hand over your mouth was enough to hide it. 

“You know since we’re going against the Swedes now, I think it’d be best if you learned some Swedish.”, he broke the silence as he dipped you, “No better time than now for a quick lesson.”

“But, I have learned Swedish already.”, you said, confused.

He stopped, the deadpan expression returning, “Okej älskling. Säg mig då, vad säger jag till dig just nu?”1

You hesitated, “Okay… what did I just-”

He interrupted, “Exactly.” 

Five turned you rather swiftly, your back suddenly pressed up against his chest. Your fingers were still intertwined, and his hand never left your waist. The dance was a little clumsy, feet stepping over and bumping into each other from time to time. However, you both kept a steady pace as you swayed back and forth. 

“Now, repeat after me.”, he murmured into your ear, “Mitt namn ar [Y/n].”

You rolled your eyes, “Mitt namn ar [Y/n].”

He tsked, spinning you back around so you were facing him, “Repeat in English, please.”

“What?”, you questioned, “You didn’t say that. Why should I?”

“Because, how else am I supposed to know that you actually know what you’re saying?”, Five replied, his classic sarcastic smile returning.

“Fine.”, you huffed, “My name is [Y/n].” 

He nodded, “Jag är den bäst utseende här, även om jag inte vet det.” 

“I am the best looking here, even though I don’t know it.”

“Jag kanske inte heller vet detta, men jag gör Five också väldigt glada.”

That familiar heat returned to your face and ears as you replied, “I may not know this either, but I also make Five very happy.” 

“Kanske den lyckligaste han har varit på länge.”, he smiled. 

Your bodies were practically glued together, your heart beating against his chest. He tilted his head with a slightly confused expression, obviously waiting for you to continue. 

“Perhaps the happiest he has been in a long time.”, your response was meek. The nervousness had returned to your voice and your head was dizzy, but you still managed to comprehend the unfamiliar sentence. 

“Han älskar varje sekund han tillbringar med mig.”, he continued. 

“He loves every.. second he spends with me?”, you were unsure of your answer. 

“See? You got it.”, he said with a nod of his head, “Han vet inte vad han skulle göra om något hände med mig.”

You became more confused, yet still replied. “He does.. not know what he would do… if something happened to me.”

“Ja, [Y/n], det är rätt. Du gör ett bra jobb.”, his calm voice spoke unfamiliar words, “ Allt du just sa var förresten sant.” 2

“What?”, you asked, “Sorry, I don’t understand what you’re saying.” 

The boy twirled you, yet again, pulling you back into his warm embrace. You felt his breath against your neck, your bodies still moving in unison. The other couples surrounding you swiftly avoided you as they danced past, but that was the least of your concerns. The music had become significantly smoother, the band’s melody resembling the sweet motion of honey dripping off a honey wand. His eyes were deep, gentle. You almost forgot what you were doing before his words yet again interrupted your running mind. 

“That’s fine, I got a tad carried away.”, he acknowledged, “Just keep repeating what I say. Jag vet inte hur jag annars säger det här.”

“I do not know how else to say this.”, you repeated confidentently. 

“Och så mycket som jag inte vill säga det, jag kan inte vänta längre.”, the words rolled off his tongue. 

He pulled you in closer, lifting you off the ground ever so slightly. One of your legs was closer to the ground than the other, your foot pointed as it drug across the floor. Though he was spinning both of you, your eyes were locked with his. Despite your voice wavering, you tried to remain confident with your demeanor. You were struggling to.

“And as much as I don’t want to say it, I can’t wait any longer.”, you were genuinely confused. 

“Jag kan ärligt talat inte dölja det längre”, he continued to speak, ignoring the confusion in your voice. 

“Wait, what?”

“Keep repeating.” 

The mix of the sentimental music and his delicate tone clashed in your brain, and the fuzzy feeling returned. You hesitated, “I honestly can’t hide it anymore.” 

“Jag är ledsen om du inte känner på samma sätt.”

Your pace increased in harmony with the song’s tempo, furthering the haze. 

“I’m sorry if you don’t feel the same way.” 

The song came to a close as he dipped you a final time, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear with the hand that wasn’t holding you. Your heartbeat was loud in your ears, which were burning at this point. 

“Men jag älskar dig, [Y/n].” 

Clapping sounds filled the room as other partygoers showed their appreciation for the mariachi band. Five had gently positioned you upright, his hands still in their protective position. Your face kept its shocked expression as you continued to process his words. The situation would just become more awkward and a little embarrassing if you mistranslated this sentence, so you made sure to repeat it in your head as much as possible. Doubt continued to swell in your heart, but you could tell Five was becoming increasingly uncomfortable waiting for an answer. You two were still standing in the middle of the ballroom floor, pressed against each other, and others gave quick glances as they passed. Not wanting to keep him waiting any longer, you finally replied. 

“But I love you, [Y/n].”, you choked out. He let out a weak chuckle at your response, and he began to let you go. You quickly pulled him back with a smile, “I love you too. I really didn’t know how to say it either.”

He smirked, “Well, I’m glad you finally understood. It took you long enough. For the record, this is the corniest thing I’ve ever done and I don’t think I could’ve kept it up much longer.” 

You laughed, walking close beside him with your arms linked, “I sincerely doubt that’s the corniest thing you’ve done.”

“Yes, you’re right.”, he said, “In fact, I’ve wooed a woman in every language I know.” 

You lightly elbowed him, continuing to giggle, “It must be nice to know more than one language.”

“Hey!”, Diego interrupted, “Are you two lovebirds gonna come help us, or what? We got a lead on where Dad might be.” He ushered for you both to join him before being drug away by Lila. 

Five kissed your forehead before gripping your hand and guiding you in Diego’s direction, “And I can tell you I love you in all of them.”

1. “Okay, love. Tell me then, what am I saying to you right now?”

2. “Yes, [Y/n], that’s right. You’re doing a good job. By the way, everything you just said was true.”

[emikochan]

How the Nordics express their love:

Norway:

He never said those special three lovely words in his entire life and probably never will. It's just not his thing; but of course that doesn't mean that he's unable to love.

His love is pretty deep actually, wether it may be the love for his brother, friends or his s/o.

Lukas shows his feelings through rare but sweet actions like remembering to grab something his s/o loves from the store or leaving scarfs he knitted on his beloved's bedside during the colder seasons.

Sweden:

Similar to Lukas with the exception that he mutters an "Jar älskar dig" more often during quiet moments with him and his s/o.

He never says it to his other nordics, especially not Mikkel since he knows that that man-child would never let him hear the end of it if he ever expressed his affection to him.

Whenever you're even close to danger, he's already looming behind you and staring down at whatever could have hurt you. He's always silently watching out for you without you even realising it. The thought that you could get hurt rips him apart inside.

Denmark:

He can't shut up, he literally never shuts up about his feelings. He feels angry? He's letting everyone know about it. He's happy? You can see it from a ten mile radius. He's an open book with his feelings and love is obviously an emotion he can express as well.

Mikkel slings an arm around the shoulder of his fellow nordics and casually drops the infamous "Jeg elsker dig" with a wide grin just because he feels like it.

He means every "I love you" though.

With his s/o he drops everything ranging from a "Love ya" when going to work to a heartfilled "I love you" when watching the sunset together. His s/o is a really, REALLY special person, because they are the only one able to make him a bit flustered and even shy sometimes when it comes to him confessing his romantic feelings.

He brings little souveniers from his occasional trips and his s/o should expect flowers once every two months.

Finland:

Flowers, gifts, poems, words, songs-

Tino isn't ashamed to show he cares. The other Nordics know so he doesn't need to say or do anything to them.

His s/o on the other hand can expect being spoiled though. Tino's like a Mom, he's watching that you eat enough, drink enough and that you are comfortable with him.

He's quite emotional and encourages his partner to speak open about their feelings just as much as he does. He often recited Finnish poems to express his feelings, even if you don't understand them. He just wants to say it out loud for once, you don't have to know the cheesy stuff he's saying.

Expect to go dancing with him together almost every weekend.

Iceland:

A huge tsundere when it comes to affection and would probably rather drown than say anything that's remotely lovey-dovey.

He's a mix between Berwald and Lukas when it comes to his s/o mixed with a huge tsundere streak; also kinda has a hard time coping with his own emotions in a relationship.

He knows he loves his s/o and does little things like allowing them to drag him to this local fair , where his s/o wanted to go so desperately. Little things like supporting his partner when the going gets tough while trying his best too keep his cool are also common too.

He's so good at keeping that cold exterior that you sometimes doubt, if he's actually being sincere; but ever since he knocked that random dude out, that tried to hit on you, you know that he loves you more than meets the eye.

[lukatheselkie]

HMC - Aquarium

@hetaliamondaychallenge

So, uh, terrifying story that happened while I was writing this. The HUGE common Plecostomus we have jumped out of the tank he’s in. This thing is like 15" (38.1cm) long. He jumped between the wall and the tank. Thank goodness Dad was awake so he could grab him. He got slightly injured, but he’s acting normal so I think he’s okay. Talk about an adrenaline rush though! (If anyone wants to know, he has a nick in two of his fins. That’s the only visible injuries, but he did thrash about so he might have internal injuries. I hope not. I love him too much, and he’s too young.)

Headcanon that Sweden has social anxiety.

Pairings: SuNor, DenFin, IceMano

Warnings: Cussing, light hearted/joking death threat

Soft reminder that the age of consent is 15 in Iceland, and 14 in Italy. (Yes, this is mostly aimed at any American readers.) Iceland is 16-17, and South Italy is 22-23. I saw talk of a ten-year gap for Iceland, but I couldn’t figure out if it was law or not. Either way, they fall into this rule.

    Berwald frantically reaches for his boyfriend’s hand, and squeezes it hard when he has hold of it. Luaks glances at him and gives him the smallest hint of a smile. It’s enough to fill his stomach with butterflies, which does a good job of distracting him from his anxiety. Lukas squeezes his hand back when he sees him relax, a gesture that is as much a reward as it is a show of how proud he is of Berwald. He knows how hard it is for him to be around strangers, even if no one is paying attention to him. “Takk for coming with us, Ber. Mathias insisted it wouldn’t be the same without you.” Said man appears beside them and throws an arm around Berwald’s shoulder. Speak of the devil.

    “Of course it wouldn’t be the same without you! We love you.” Tino comes up beside him, rolling his eyes. “But nothing could rival my love for you!” He releases Berwald, and wraps his arms around Tino eagerly. The Finnish man gives a sigh, then pecks his lips.

    “Sometimes I don’t know what to do with you.” Mathias grins at him.

    “You love me.”

    “Fortunately for you I do. So very much.” He wraps his arms around his neck and pulls him down for a deeper kiss.

    “Some of us are actually trying to look at the fish. Can you not make out next to them? It’s startling.” Mathias presses closer to his lover and Emil fake gags, turning away from them. He looks into the closest tank, and flinches back when he comes face to face with a Green Moray Eel with an open mouth. Lovino, who was about to take his hand, falls into a fit of laughter. Emil bristles slightly, and crosses his arms over his chest. “Hmph! I see how it is! Well, I won’t comfort you when a shark decides to charge your stupidly handsome face!” Lovino raises a brow at him, then winks. His face turns crimson, but he doesn’t move.

    “Are you sure you want a shark to think I’m handsome? They might steal me away.” Emil huffs, grabs his hand, and squeezes it tightly.

    “They will not! I won’t let that happen. I will punch and or fight a shark if I have to!” Mathias jerks away from Tino.

    “Nej! Don’t you dare!” He lowers his voice so the humans around them can’t hear him. “This is my aquarium, I won’t let you hurt anything living here. And that goes for anywhere in my country. And… I don’t want you to get hurt.”

    “Fine. Your flirty sharks get to continue on without knowing pain.” Lovino chuckles, then ruffles his hair. Emil sends him a light hearted glare, and grabs his hand. “I won’t let them flirt with you. I’ll show them that you’re my boyfriend.” After a moment of staring at each other they laugh, knowing he’s joking. He may be childish, but he knows acting like he owns someone is a bad thing to do. Lovino brushes their noses together, squeezes his hand, and points at one of the fish coming closer to them, looking curious. Wanting to impress his boyfriend, Emil puffs out his chest a bit, stares at the fish for a moment, then tells him what it is. “That’s a porcupinefish, or blowfish. It can also be referred to as a balloonfish or a globefish. Sometimes they are called pufferfish, but this fish isn’t what most think of when they say ‘pufferfish.’ They belong to a different family.” Lovino stares at him, obviously impressed. Mathias gives him a weird look, and he blushes again. “...Or something like that. Like I would know about a fish.”

    “I love your random knowledge, Emmy. Please don’t take it back or downplay it.” Emil scowls at him, cheeks turning crimson.

    “I told you not to call me that,” he grumbles, burying his face in his chest. Lovino runs a hand through his hair, smirking. Mathias gives him a high five. Lukas shakes his head at them.

    “I won’t ever embarrass you on purpose like that,” he whispers to Berwald. “Not unless you want me to.” The Swede nods, barely hearing him. He’s staring at a different tank, watching an octopus move their arms about. Lukas notices and walks him over there, shielding him from the crowd. “There. Now you can look closer.” Berwald nods excitedly, gives him a bright smile that lasts maybe a second, and focuses on the arms. The octopus waves a few about for a moment, then starts crawling over the rocks on the bottom. They disappear into a crevice, which causes Berwald to frown slightly. “Let’s look at the seahorses, Ber,” Lukas suggests quietly, already leading him toward them. His attention is quickly diverted to them, thankfully.

    “Look h’w beat’ful th’y are,” he mumbles. “B’t n’t as beaut’ful as du,” he looks at Lukas. He immediately turns his head away, trying to hide his blush.

    “Don’t say that out of nowhere like that.” He scoffs, and Berwald squeezes his hand lightly in apology. “I suppose it’s fine this time. But don’t do it again.” They both know he likes it.

    “Ja, okej,” he says to tease him. He doesn’t fall for it.

    “Good.” A thick silence falls over them. It’s a matter of who breaks first now, and Lukas knows Berwald’s biggest weaknesses. “Because if you did, I would have to make coffee for you in the morning. Oh, and breakfast. Then we would have to have a Fika together later in the day. Then we’d have to go to bed tangled in the blankets, cuddling fiercely. We wouldn’t want to have to do that, now would we?” Berwald lets out a tiny, nearly impossible to hear whine.

    “Nej fair.” Lukas smirks at him. He looks back at the seahorses, trying his hardest to ignore him. It’s not working. His hair clip keeps distracting him. It’s slightly crooked. He has to fix it. He turns toward him, and straightens out the clip. Lukas gets on his tip toes and kisses his forehead in response.

    “Takk. Jeg elsker deg.” Berwald’s cheeks tint pink.

    “Jag älskar dig med.”

    “You are aware this means you lose, right?”

    Ja.” Lukas laughs. Mathias bounds over, Emil and Lovino in tow. Tino follows after, smiling at his boyfriend’s antics.

    “Berry, there’s a touch tank! We have to pet some of the fish!” He grabs his wrist and drags him to the touch tank. “Look how pretty they are! Oooooh this one is colourful!” He dips his hand in the water, and slowly reaches toward one of the fish. He laughs a bit when his fingers brush against it. They are informed it’s a Japanese Pinecone Fish. Tino puts his hand in the water next, lightly running his fingers over a Thicklip Grey Mullet.

    “You’re such a charming fish,” he murmurs. A soft, loving smile plays at Mathias’ lips. Lovino looks into the tank next, curiosity shining in his eyes. He lightly touches a Blackbelt Hogfish, smiling at the big eyes. He beams at Emil, reaching out his other hand encouragingly. The younger man shakes his head quickly.

    “I will not touch a fish that I could scare away.” Despite his words, he peers into the tank. After a moment, he caresses a Black Sea Cucumber. “It tickles,” he hums to himself, smiling brightly. Lovino watches him affectionately. Lukas’ eyes dart around, looking for a new fish to touch. Berwald sticks his hand in the water, and a Damselfish willingly swims up to it. He runs his fingers delicately along their body, biting his lip to keep his smile in check. Lukas’ heart fills with joy at the sight. Then, he does the same as Berwald, allowing a fish to come up to him. A Two-Banded Seabream nibbles at his fingers, and he giggles. He pets the fish, who eagerly accepts his affection.

    “You’re very cute. Almost as cute as my Ber.” He watches his boyfriend turn red. They stay there until another group comes up, forcing them to leave for Berwald’s safety. Their next stop is the gift shop, which is thankfully mostly devoid of other people.

    “Look at all the stuffed animals!” Mathias practically runs to the wall full of them. Tino watches him for a moment to make sure he’s not going to knock anything down, then examines the shark teeth necklaces. Lovino discreetly grabs a Green Moray Eel plush, and shoves it toward Emil. He squeaks, too scared to make any noise. After a few shallow breaths, he’s glaring so hard Lukas wonders if Lovino is losing years from his life.

    “You absolute asshole! You scared the shit out of me!” He places a hand on his chest, taking deeper breaths. Lovino puts the eel back, snickering a bit as he turns back to Emil.

    “I would apologize, but I’d be afraid you would call it fishy.” He holds up a clownfish plushie.

    “I am going to strangle you for that joke,” he grumbles as he pulls him in for a kiss. Lukas shakes his head and saunters over to Berwald, who’s investigating the “An Ocean of Plastic” area. He takes his hand, squeezing it when he feels how stiff he is.

    “I won’t let anyone get close to you. I promise.” He nods, relaxing a bit. His eyes catch on an otter plush, and he shuffles toward it. When he’s close enough, he snatches it and hugs it tightly to his chest. “Do you want that?” He nods frantically, hugging it tighter.

    “H’s n’me is L’kas.”

    “Is it? I’m honored.” Berwald shyly wraps an arm around his waist.

    “B’t he’s n’t as imp’rtant.” He buries his nose in his hair. Lukas starts rocking them slightly, knowing it will help his love calm down. “Tack.” When he’s settled down a bit more, he goes to a jewelry display. He picks out a golden seahorse hair clip, and an intricate octopus choker made to look like a baby octopus is clinging onto the neck. Its eyes are made of purple sapphire, and the tentacles are carved silver. He determines they’re perfect for Lukas, therefore he’s getting them.

    “Mathias. Decide on one. You can’t take home ten stuffed animals.”

    “But I want them all!” Tino raises his brows. “Please?” He sighs defeatedly.

    “You can get what you can carry. No more.” He’s too lenient. But seeing his smile is more than worth it.

    “Oh! And I picked out a shark tooth necklace for you! I saw you looking at them.” He flushes a bit. “I noticed you didn’t actually get one, so I thought I would make it special.” He holds out one of them shyly. Tino carefully takes it then pulls him in for a kiss, causing him to drop his armful of plushies. “And this pretty violet shark is for you! It’s exactly the shade of your eyes.”

    Emil groans loudly when Lovino wraps an alligator plush around his neck. “Absolutely not. You are not getting that. Don’t make me deal with it.” Lovino chuckles, putting it back.

    “I was joking anyway. I really want this.” He holds up a Love Pearl kit. “I was hoping we could pick one out for each other.” Emil’s face softens. “This isn’t because I like the idea! I just thought you might.” He blushes hard. “And I picked out a dragon for you too. Because the bastards remind me of you. Fiery and protective.” Emil hugs him tightly.

    “I picked out a jellyfish plush for you. They remind me of you. Dangerous if not handled with care.” Lovino’s face rivals a tomato now. Emil kisses both of his cheeks, then starts going through the Love Pearl collection.

    As they leave, they discuss how they weren’t kicked out, despite being a bit rowdy at points. When they make it back home, they break off into couples. Berwald puts the jewelry on Lukas excitedly, smiling at how amazing he looks in it. Mathias insists on putting Tino’s necklace on him, and purposefully drops it down his shirt so he can fetch it. Lovino and Emil open their Love Pearls, both complaining about the process and the necklaces they chose for each other; a unicorn for Lovino, and a flamingo for Emil. Lovino gets a white pearl for health, and Emil gets a cream pearl for happiness. They all agree they had a wonderful day.

[stellarstacey]

Oohhhhh! How about something with Buck secretly being a polyglot?? Obviously, one of the languages has to be Spanish but the others are up to you! (ASL would be cool too)

(I'm French Canadian and I want to incorporate some French so thank you for the idea.)

"Mam, I don't understand!" Chim told her with thinly veiled frustration.

Buck jogged over with Eddie. The woman was sighing in annoyance.

"Pour la troisième foix. Je ne peux pas prend ce medicament." (For the third time I can't take that medication.) The woman huffed.

"Pourquoi pas?"(Why not?) Buck asked and both Eddie and Chim turned to stare at him in shock.

"Je suis sur une autre medicament et je ne veux pas melangé deux sort de pilule." (I am already on another medication and I don't want to mix two different types of pills.) The woman explained and Buck nodded.

"C'est bon. Assisez-vous. On vas vous amener à l'hopital." (Alright. Sit down. We are going to bring you to the hospital.) Buck smiled and she sat down.

"Don't give her any medication. She is already on some strong stuff and she doesn't want to mix them." Buck told Chim who was still staring at him in awe.

"You speak French?" Eddie asked in confusion and Buck shrugged.

"I took it in high school." Buck told him as he helped Chim load the woman into the ambulance.

"I thought you took Spanish in high school." Eddie shot back and Buck nodded.

"Spanish junior year and French senior year." Buck explained as he shut the doors.

Eddie blinked. "You're really smart." Eddie stated and Buck blushed.

"Just good with languages, man. That's all." Buck replied shyly.

--

At the Christmas party, Eddie found Buck playing with some of the group home kids that Karen had invited. Eddie smiled warmly at the scene. The smile dropped into a small 'oh' as Eddie watched Buck sign to a little girl with hearing aids. The little girl smiled brightly and started signing up a storm. Buck smiled and signed back. That was the moment Eddie knew he was in love. Right there. Eddie watched them for a few more minutes before he walked over. Buck smiled at him.

"How do you sign I love you?" Eddie asked and Buck blinked in surprise but showed him.

Eddie memorized the movements and stared straight at him as he repeated them. The little girl let out a small giggle and Eddie shot her a small wink before looking back at Buck.

Buck was blushing.

"Really?" Buck asked and Eddie nodded.

"."jag älskar dig också." Buck whispered and Eddie wrinkled his nose.

"What?" Eddie asked and Buck sighed.

"It means I love you too in Swedish...Eddie you're half Swedish you should kno..." Eddie cut him off with a small kiss.

Buck blushed and smiled.

"Nevermind." Buck sighed and kissed him again.

[not-another-imagine-blog]

Goodie Bags (Andre Burakovsky)

Anonymous said:

Can you do a part 2 to be mine with andre? Maybe where the media finds out youre dating or something

Word count: 1400

Author’s note: Hey it’s your girl, finally able to crank out a story! This is part two to ‘Be Mine,’ which will be linked below. Hope you enjoy!

Part 1

When you see the first article, you’re livid. You’re lounging on Andre’s couch, waiting for him to get home from practice, when your phone buzzes with a message from your agent. There’s no actual words, just a link. You smile, thinking that it’s some more movie buzz, as you click on it. Your mood, however, quickly sours upon seeing the headline and picture. “MOVIE STAR (Y/N) (Y/L/N) AND CAPITALS FORWARD ANDRE BURAKOVSKY IN SECRET RELATIONSHIP?” the article proclaims in all-caps. It’s not the headline that sends your heart rate racing, though. That’s thanks to the picture. 

It’s from one of Andre’s games, from what looks to be about a month ago. You had met Andre outside in the secured athlete parking lot, away from prying eyes. There, the two of you had shared a few kisses as you told him how good he played that night. The parking lot obviously wasn’t that secure, though, since the picture is of you and Andre kissing in that parking lot. You’re pulled out of your pure rage by the door opening, Andre entering and waving his bandaged hand at you. His coach had been allowing him to practice with a no-contact jersey until the doctors cleared him, something Andre was very excited about. You immediately stand up and rush towards Andre, talking at a mile-a-minute. 

“(Y/N), slow down, what’s going on? I can’t understand you.” He says sweetly, holding onto your arms. You burst into tears as you shove your phone towards him, your worst fear coming true. 

“They found out!” You wail as Andre looks at the picture. 

“Sweetheart, it’s okay.” He soothes, leading you back over to the couch. He pulls you into a hug and runs his hand through your hair, attempting to calm you down. 

“No it’s not! Wh-what are we gonna do? This is terrible, Andre!” You can’t stop looking at that stupid picture. You don’t know how they found you in the first place, seeing as how you had taken all of the necessary precautions that night. That obviously doesn’t matter now; the fact is that the media did find out, and now everyone knows that you’re dating Andre. 

“Why is this so bad? Am I really that terrible to date?” Andre tries to joke with you. You let out a halfhearted laugh as Andre wipes your tears away from your face. “Really though, why is it bad?” He repeats. 

“I haven’t had any privacy since I was in that movie. I just wanted one thing in my life to be private, and now I can’t even have that.” You sigh and lay your head on Andre’s shoulder. “Maybe...maybe being an actress isn’t right for me.” You say quietly. 

“Please don’t say that.” Andre pleads with you. You look up at him. 

“What?”

“Do not give up acting because of me. I see it in your face whenever you’re rehearsing your lines, or when someone recognizes you on the street. You love what you do. I do not want me or our relationship to be the reason that you quit acting.”

“This is different though. I didn’t even go to school to be an actress; this is something I just did as a hobby. It wouldn’t be the end of the world if I did quit.” You reason. Andre shakes his head furiously, immediately striking down the idea. 

“This would be like me giving up hockey and saying it wouldn’t be the end of the world. This is what you were meant to do, (Y/N). And I’m going to stand next to you and be proud of you the whole time, yeah?” You smile as Andre grabs your phone. “Besides, if you and I are gonna get photographed all the time, the least they can do is take a good picture.” You laugh, for real this time. 

“Thank you, Andre. I’m glad you’re here to be the level-headed one in this relationship.” Andre’s silent for a moment as he smiles at you.

“Does this mean that I can go to the Oscars with you in a couple weeks? I don’t have a game…” He trails off. You giggle and hit his arm. 

“You’re just using me to get the goodie bag!” You accuse. 

“You’re better than any goodie bag I could ever get, darling.”

You do end up taking Andre to the Oscars. Even though the night is supposed to be some serious event, you and Andre can’t keep your hands off of each other, giggling like teenagers the whole night. In fact, this is the most fun you’ve ever had at an awards show. You nearly pass out from laughter at the look on Andre’s face when he meets Denzel Washington, after which you quickly compose yourself when you’re face-to-face with Lin-Manuel Miranda. You almost die when he, the master himself, tells you how big of a fan he is. The two of you simultaneously freak out when Chrissy Teigen and John Legend introduce themselves to you. After Chrissy compliments your dress and John and Andre talk hockey for a little bit, the glamor couple insists on a picture with both of you, talking about how you’ll have to stay with them the next time the team is on a Western road trip. Needless to say, this is already the coolest night of your life. 

The actual ceremony goes by quicker than any you’ve been at. You hardly register the awards being given out with Andre next to you as you both laugh and make jokes the whole night. Eventually it gets to the Best Actress award, which sobers you up pretty quickly. You politely wave as your name is announced with the other nominees, Andre clapping obnoxiously in your ear as you try not to laugh. As the fanfare reaches a new high, Andre leans towards you.

“Do you think Meryl Streep is going to jump you if you beat her?” He asks seriously. You cover your mouth, stifling a loud laugh right as the winner is announced. 

“And the Oscar goes to…(Y/N) (Y/L/N)!” You’re frozen, not sure if you’ve heard right. Andre immediately jumps up with a loud yell, pulling you up and kissing you. You giggle giddily, positive that this isn’t real and you passed out when Andre met Denzel. It’s all too real, however, when you walk up to the stage and the presenter hands you your Oscar. You stare at the statue in your hands, blushing as you hear Andre boom “THAT’S MY GIRL!” 

“Thank you. I really wasn’t expecting this. Um, Meryl, my boyfriend just wants you to know that he’s going to let you jump me after this if you feel the need to.” The crowd bursts into laughter as you hide a grin. “Wow, what do I even say? I’m honored to be picked in a year when this category has such strong, talented women who have been nominated. Thanks to my parents, who encouraged me to try out for my college’s theatre program as a way to get some extra scholarship money. Without you guys, I wouldn’t be an actress. Thanks to my director and all my castmates, for taking a chance on some girl from the middle of nowhere. Andre,” You look at Andre and smile as he blows you a kiss. “Andre, I love you so, so much. You’re my support system, my partner-in-crime, the one who does the cooking in our relationship, thankfully, the man who kills spiders even when I’m taking a shower, my rock, my best friend and the one I love most in the world. Jag älskar dig.” You say sincerely, tears pooling in your eyes. Andre’s tearing up as well as he mouths ‘I love you’ in Swedish back at you. Right before you’re about to conclude, you think of one final thing to say. 

“I would also, before I get out of everyone’s hair, like to say thank you to the paparazzi.” You grin as Andre lets out a large laugh, all of the other fancy celebrities looking confused. “Without your incessant stalking, you would have never gotten a picture of me kissing my boyfriend and thus, my lovely boyfriend would have never gotten to snag one of the goodie bags provided to us by the Academy tonight.” You lift your Oscar up in thanks. “Thank you and goodnight!”

[sanaseva-archive]

Hi! I really like languages and I'm so interested in Norwegian after watching Skam but you keep mentioning that because you speak Swedish you didn't need to learn Norwegian. So I read a bit on it but I can't stop thinking of it. How much alike are the two languages? How can you communicate with each other without changing your own language? Please speak freely if you want to answer this, I'm so curious! Tusen takk

hi there! no worries asking questions about it. this might be easier off anon, so if you want to learn more after reading this, please message me or come off anon

alright, first things first, norwegian, swedish, danish and icelandic have the same roots, i suppose you can call it. they’re all north germanic languages originating i suppose from old norse (well… like… mostly influenced by that language right now? idk how to explain this part). icelandic is the language most alike old norse as it is today.

if i rmbr correctly, the languages branched out a bit, but not too far. icelandic and norwegian are northwest germanic languages, incl faroese, and swedish and danish are northeastern. back in the days (like… way back) they were considered dialects i suppose, and were entirely mutually intelligible.

it still is, i suppose, if you and your fellow scandi makes an effort. the thing is that, our languages in the standard language of our country in written form is basically completely comprehensible. every other time you might stumble across a word and it means smth different in the other language than yours, or you may not know the word but you will definitely understand it in context.

examples:

english: i love you

norwegian: jeg elsker deg

swedish: jag älskar dig (where “dig” is basically nowadays pronounced “dej”, which is the same in many norwegian dialects)

and

english: are you crazy

norwegian: er du gal

swedish: är du galen

now, i know that norwegian is more closely related to english than swedish, and here are some things i’ve noticed which backs up this statement:

english: you are not alone

norwegian: du er ikke* alene

swedish: du är inte* ensam (though, another word for “ensam” is “allena”, it is nowadays rarely used, and thinking of this sentence it can’t rly be used)

* please note also that swedish does use “icke” sometimes, oftentimes the same way english uses “non-”. e.g. “a non-problem” could become “ett icke-problem”. this is mostly used in i suppose argumentative form, to put emphasis on the irrelevance of something.

english: neighbour

norwegian: nabo

swedish: granne

now, some words are the same but mean different things!

english: understand (or like, get it, etc)

norwegian: skjønner

swedish: förstå*

the skjønner part here is different. we say “förstå” or “fatta” (”fattar du?” > “skjønner du?”) where “förstå” is the “real word” and “fatta” is more of the slang of it. idk if it’s been accepted as a word yet or not lol

the word i relate “skjønner” to is the swedish “känner” which in english is the verb “feeling” (not the noun as in “a feeling” but as “i’m feeling”), which in norwegian is “føler”. “föl” in swedish is a foal..

* in norwegian you can also say forstå

english: laugh / smile

norwegian: le / smile

swedish: skratta / le

here you’ll see that the swedish word for laugh is different than the norwegian word. instead it means “smile” in swedish (nowadays, i don’t know if it has meant laugh in the old days lol)

english: people need people (or humans need humans)

norwegian: mennesker trenger mennesker

swedish: människor behöver människor

the word trenger is not a word we use in swedish, i’ve never really heard that word before. however, swedish has a word called “tränger” which is basically pronounced the same way, except with ä rather than e. this means…

fuck what does it mean?

well, suppose you’re in a crowd far back and you want to get through the crowd? you kinda “tränger” past the crowd to get there. or if you cut a queue, you’re an asshole that “trängs”.

obviously it doesn’t mean the same thing, but if i only read the word “trenger” online, before i watched skam, i would’ve imagined it being equivalent to “tränger”. had i read something like “jeg trenger sjokolade” (i need chocolate / jag behöver choklad) i might’ve understood it. lmao

now, moving on from that…

swedish uses the extra letters “å ä ö” and norwegian uses “å æ ø” (fun fact: they have it in the “wrong” order in the alphabet ;) they read it “æ ø å” lol). the characters mean the same, are basically pronounced the same where the pronunciation varies depending on dialect. danish also uses the same extra letters as norwegian.

each language has their own “standard” except norwegian because they decided to be extra and have two.

bokmål is the one closest related danish i think, which in turn means swedes have easier time understanding bokmål rather than nynorsk. (that is not to say that swedes understand spoken danish very well, but that’s denmark’s personal problem…)

the grammar structure is basically the same. to me, norwegian gives off an old swedish vibe wrt some of their words, and way of saying things.

examples i’ve noticed watching skam:

english: don’t touch me

norwegian: ikke rør meg (when dickhelm said this to noora)

swedish: rör mig inte

here you notice how the action in swedish is moved to the beginning of the sentence, where norwegian keeps it basically the same as in english. this is also why i do believe i understand norwegian is said to be closer related to english than swedish. we can’t really say “inte rör mig” or “icke rör mig”.

english: my mother

norwegian: mora min (e.g. when isak talks about his mum, but i think they also say “min mor” in some contexts ?)

swedish: min mamma (”mor” is an older way of saying mother. could be compared to english “mother” vs. “mum” though in english it’s alright to say “mother” whereas in swedish we’re currently in some sort of linguistic development it feels like, and you can’t really say “mor” without sounding… a bit off, i suppose)

i understand it as this:

the more exposed you’ve been to norwegian, the easier time you will have speaking with a norwegian. and, say, you live at the sweden-norway boarder, and you have a norwegian on norway’s side, you will understand your norwegian neighbour better than, say, someone from the southern part of sweden called skåne. (yes, this is again a lowkey diss at skåne and in turn denmark, since danish is a fucked up language beyond hope of saving)

i personally haven’t had a lot of exposure to norwegian. i live in the north of sweden towards finland, which means i’ve had more exposure to finnish than norwegian. finnish is not a related language though, so i don’t understand finnish - i used to understand a little but i grew out of it i suppose.

since i haven’t heard much norwegian bar from some norwegian tourists every summer (they always come to sweden bc we cheap) i have never been particularly good at understanding spoken norwegian. they have a different… shall we say tone? like the “melody” of when you’re speaking.

admittedly, after watching skam i have learnt to catch on that “melody” which has led me to understand spoken norwegian much better.

so really, the languages are very much alike, mutually intelligible - especially if making effort to understand and be understood. norwegians typically have easier time understanding swedish (and i suppose danish) since norway has a bunch of dialects and two standard languages they need to comprehend, whereas sweden doesn’t really have that except for a few dialects…

… and some dialects i wouldn’t call dialects, i found an article on wiki on it called westrobothnian. many of these smaller “dialects” aren’t heavily influenced by the standard language, and if you’re not familiar with it (as in: your grandmother doesn’t speak it regularly) you wouldn’t understand a shit.

i hope i made sense

[lukatheselkie]

June 20: Magic

AU where they still personify countries but haven’t met each other, outside of their common circles. (Ex. The Nordics know each other well, Russia and the Baltic Trio are still together, the groups (Magic trio, BFT, Drunken trio, etc) still hang, the German brothers and Hungary know each other, etc.)

Witchcraft; the Pagan/Wiccan practice, not the Warlock (cast out witches) practice (which is usually not accepted within the witch community, hence them being cast out).

    “Lu- Oh, s’rry, I’ll leave you b’. I d’dn’t realize you h’d c’mp’ny.” The blonde man bows his head and backs out of the room, closing the door behind him. Arthur immediately looks at Lukas, feeling excitement thrumming through his body for the first time in a long while.

    “Who was that?” His friend doesn’t even look up from the book in his lap as he replies.

    “That’s Sweden. Berwald. We’re practically brothers.” He waves his hand dismissively. “He’s painfully shy, which would explain why he didn’t stay very long when he saw you. He probably wants to ask me a question that can wait. If it were important, he would have asked me to leave the room. But since he didn’t we don’t have to worry about it. Let’s continue with the spell.” Lukas reaches across him and picks up a sage incense. “Disgusting. But it’s better than using actual sage, and it works nearly as well. I’m upset we couldn’t find any Thyme, that would have been the best option.” He rolls his eyes heavily. Arthur can’t help but think that looks like a health hazard.

    “I wish we could do a normal cleansing and be done with it.”

    “Don’t we both! But the necklace has a lot of strong energy attached to it. I wouldn’t feel safe without a protective circle.” He nods slowly, not really focusing on what he’s saying. He’s distracted by an image in his mind’s eye.

    “Berwald has pretty eyes,” he watches Lukas’ head snap up, and realizes too late he said that out loud. “My deepest apologies! I wasn’t meant to actually say that. Only think it.” His friend stares at him for a long moment, expression carefully neutral. He shifts uncomfortably, thinking he made him upset. Then, he grins.

    “You think he’s cute, don’t you?” Arthur feels himself flush, and he turns his head away.

    “What!? Don’t be ridiculous! Of course he’s not cute!” He shakes his head vigorously, trying to convince himself just as much as he’s trying to convince Lukas.

    “You’re blushing! You do think he’s cute!” He gets a vicious glare sent at him, and laughs. “Fine, fine. We don’t have to talk about it right now. But I am introducing you two. He could use a friend. He recently went through a breakup that’s been rough on him.” He feels bad for thinking it, but he can’t help but focus on the fact that Berwald is single.

~

    Arthur has come to the conclusion that Berwald is absolutely adorable. It’s been seven months since they first met, and he’s only fallen harder for the man. But he’s not dared to say anything about it; he’s still hurting from his breakup. Which is probably what led him to what he’s doing at the moment. He takes a deep breath, and tosses a single strand of Berwald’s hair into the spell jar. He seals it, and places it in the hole he’s already dug. It’s all biodegradable material, including the container, so he doesn’t have to worry about digging it up later. It’s a healing spell jar, but only using good wishes and nothing forced. Forcing Berwald into getting better before he’s ready isn’t something he wants to do, but he sees no harm in something that’s going to help him, if he's willing to let it. He hopes it works.

~

    Five months later, Berwald stumbles into Arthur’s living room at three in the morning. He had been writing a letter to confess his feelings when it happened. The universe must royally hate him. “Berwald,” he says cautiously, afraid he might startle him. He closes the door behind him quietly, staring at him the whole time. He’s obviously drunk.

    “C’ll me B’rry.” Arthur furrows his brows in confusion. The Swede suddenly advances on him, wrapping his arms around his waist and burying his face into his chest with a near-silent sob. He brings his arms up, and carefully hugs him.

    “Alright, love. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit? At three in the morning.” He watches Berwald look up at him, eyes filled with… He’s not too sure what the emotion is, actually. His stomach fills with dread. He’s been able to tell what he’s feeling through his eyes for nearly a year. The fact it’s so unintelligible now concerns him to no end. “Berry?” He practically whispers.

    “Jag älskar dig, min vackra häxa.” Arthur blinks a few times, confused. He’s unsure what was just said, but there’s so much sincerity behind it. It makes his heart ache. Then, he feels lips on his. It takes him a moment to register the touch, and by the time he does he’s backed against the wall. The kiss is desperate and needy, almost feral. As much as he wants it to continue, he forces himself to pull away and place his hands on Berwald's shoulders, keeping him from going back.

    “Even though I would love to make out, I have to know what you said.” He flinches heavily when he realizes what he’s said.

    “Nej, don’t d’ th’t.” He brings his hands up and cups Arthur’s cheeks with them. “I w’nt t’ m’ke out too.” The corner of his mouth twitches up, into an awkward smile. “I l’ve you, m’ beaut’f’l w’tch. C’n I k’ss you n’w?” The Brit stares at him in shock. After a moment, he nods. He can’t find it in himself to speak just yet. He’s too surprised.

    Berwald shrugs the hands on his shoulders off, and steps close once again. He presses their lips together, but it's gentle this time. Almost fearful. Arthur wraps his arms around his neck to reassure him, and it works. He deepens the kiss, and it quickly gets heated. He pulls away with a gasp when he feels a hand in his hair. “B-Berwald,” he murmurs breathlessly. “I’ve loved you for-”

    “Eight and a h’lf m’nths, b’t been int’rested ‘n me s’nce you f’rst s’w me.” His eyes widen.

    “Lukas told you! I asked him not to.” Berwald chuckles, and kisses his nose.

    “You are c’te wh’n you g’t ups’t. He t’ld me b’cause I w’nt t’ h’m hyp’rvent’lating. I… real’zed I h’ve feel’ngs f’r you. I w’s afr’d you d’dn’t th’nk of me l’ke th’t. S’ he h’d t’ reass’re me. I c’me str’ght h’re.”

    “Ah. So you were drinking because you thought I didn’t love you back.” A nod. “Well, you couldn’t have been more wrong. I love you so very much. I’m so happy you love me back.” He pecks his lips, smiling brightly. “Now let’s get you to sleep. We can discuss this further in the morning.”

    “Mm m’ybe you’re r’ght. I l’ve you, m’ l’vely m’gic w’rker.” He kisses him once more, then walks toward the bedroom, knowing Arthur won’t be opposed to sleeping together.

  This is my absolute FAVOURITE ship. I adore writing them! I might eventually add more to this. More than likely. Gah, I just love them too much! @aphrarepairweek2020