i did not understand a word of spanish

How i study languages

A couple of days ago @bonbonlanguage asked if i have a post about what i do in order to learn a new language so i thought i should try to make a post about that.

The beginning

As a beginner i always do the same stuff. I research a couple of apps or i just see if my favourite choices have a version for my target language. Usually i use: 

Fun Easy Learn
9000 words
babbel, busuu (rarely but i still have them on my phone)

+some sites and specific apps only for my target language

I choose a grammar book and i take notes from from it. So far i chose books from 3 collections: Teach Yourself, Colloquial and For Dummies.

How i take notes from a book

I ignore the excercises, in my notebook you will see only grammar notes and sometimes irregular verbs at the end, but you will never see exercises. (i’ll say later what i do with the exercises)
If the book has a pretty good structure, i just copy what’s in there. (when i say good structure i mean that i can’t extract main ideas or just a formula              e.g. stem+ending)
The theory is written in black or blue, the examples are written with a pencil and if there is a keyword, i highlight it. When i have languages with articles based on the gender of the words, like French, i use a pink and a light blue pen so when i study the articles i can see the difference. 
Now, i said that in my notebook you won’t see exercises, true, that’s because i solve them on another notebook or just on a blank sheet of paper. If your book has exercises after the grammar lesson, solve them. If half of them are wrong, you will take a break of 1-2 days (in which you will study the grammar rules) and when you feel prepared, you solve again those exercises. (you are allowed to have mistakes but try to have at least 70% of the exercises correct).
What i do after i finish a book
After i finish that grammar book, i take another one. However, this time i don’t copy-paste like i did the first time. I read what informations are there and if there are new rules/exceptions, i just write them on a sticky note and add it to my notebook. After i finish my 2nd book i usually move on to the next stage but if i feel that i missed out something, i take a 3rd book and do what i did with the 2nd one.
As a beginner i have the habit to read my notes once a week, as an intermediate learner i rarely do that.

Don’t understand that as a beginner you only take notes! Sometimes when i get bored i just study on memrise/vocabulary app and that sometimes can last 1 week, sometimes 2. I even like to use InternetPolyglot with my target language and an old target language. (e.g. I learn new words in Spanish through Danish) 

After i have a proper notebook

Usually when i finish my book and i add all the exceptions/rules that i found in the 2nd book i also have learned 1.500-2.000 words in that period of time so i want to test my skills.

When i feel confident enough, i start using duolingo. I use it as a test tool, not as a learning one! I take the shortcuts and usually in 2 days i finish a tree. (at the last part of the tree you don’t have a shortcut for everything so you just have to take the shortcut of every skill there which gets boring)

Since Duolingo is pretty advanced with his lessons, at the end i can consider myself a B1 learner. (if you have an amazing memory and skills, you can say you are B2, but Duolingo can’t get you further than that)

The intermediate stage

Whoever followed my blog for a while knows that i have 2 nightmares in my language learning journey, the intermediate stage and the irregular verbs.

For how to overcome a plateau in the intermediate stage i made a post here. (sooner or later you will hit a plateau)

Back to what i do. No book anymore, duolingo is done, this is the moment when i start to use my skills. If i didn’t use 50Languages as a beginner, i use it now. It has 100 audios so i use them to get used to the sound of the words in case i don’t know them and i also use it as a resources to learn new words. On Memrise i try to find advanced/intermediate and i use 9000 words and Fun Easy Learn. 

At this level the main problem is the lack of vocabulary so i try to learn as many new words as i can. However, since using apps can get boring after a while, i use the classic method of learning vocabulary, reading.

How i memorize/learn new words

Most of the time i just use apps/sites. However, everyone had moments when we couldn’t remember a word regardless of how many times we tried to memorize it. When i have to deal with this, i usually make a mnemonic. (e.g. afslutte = to finish, to end, to conclude; in order to remember the meaning i think at a key sentence: If you don’t study you’ll END up as a slut. [harsh example, i know, but it stays in my mind])

If my mnemonic method doesn’t work, i write the word a couple of times, sometimes with my left hand too since i focus more then. (i’m right-handed) and if i still can’t remember the meaning, i’ll start making some sentences where i’ll use that word.

How i read in my target language

Just as a side note, if i feel confident with my skills (that has happened only once) i read books, if not, i read comics until i feel confident enough to try books.

I have 2 methods because sometimes the first one doesn’t work. So, for French i just read and try to guess the meaning of a word and if i can’t, then i search it. Why i do this for French? It’s easier somehow and i can guess the meaning very well. Sometimes i even highlight words and search the meaning later just to analyze them more.

However, this method doesn’t work on Danish. For Danish i have to read once the entire paragraph and then see what i understood from it. If there is a certain word that it’s unknown, i’ll search it. Since Danish has a lot of structures, i tend to use HiNative to translate those because normal online translators aren’t good for these. After i have all the unknown words, i will look over the paragraph again.

With all these unknown words, i usually make flashcards on Quizlet and practice them from time to time.

Sometimes when i’m in a hurry or i’m not in the mood for studying new words in big quantities, i use WordBrewery or Clozemaster. When i use these i always write the new words on a piece of paper or i just add them directly to Quizlet.


I mentioned it above so i should tell you how i use it in order to improve since many might not be familiar to it. It’s an app where you ask questions and natives will answer.  I use HiNative mostly after i read, watch a movie or learn something from memrise.

For what i use it?

- ask for differences
- ask for examples with new words that i didn’t find a context for
- ask for translation from target language to English since not everything is easy to translate as a beginner/intermediate

Listening skills

Listening is a very interesting skill because you can combine it with speaking and reading or just focus only on it.


In this category you find movies/cartoon/series with subs. Usually i don’t do anything when i watch series/movies because i guess the meaning of the unknown words but if there is a certain word that i can’t understand, i will write it down and search it’s meaning.


This involves 2 things. I either talk to someone or i just talk to myself/a toy/the cat. I tend to use the 2nd method most of the time. (it’s not that i dislike talking, i just don’t feel confident enough to use my skills until i’m not sure that i know most of the things/vocab i need to know). I start the conversation like “hey, how are you?” and then i ask myself “how was your day?”. For this question i have to make 2 answers, the reality with what has happened, and an imaginary version for my other side who’s “talking”.


Here i just watch videos on youtube, listen to 50languages, a podcast or songs. If i do listen to songs, sometimes i try to find the lyrics and see if i understand everything, if not, i’ll look for the unknown words and after i start to sing too. (disney songs are great because most have lyrics on youtube already)

Writing skills

Here i have 2 choices, i either find someone or i just write in a notebook/diary. The purpose of this is to figure out what vocab/structures/expressions i don’t know. 

Speaking skills

It’s not that i dislike talking, i just focus on this skill at the end usually. I improve my other skills and the speaking one improves in a weird way too. However, at some point i just ask people who i know for a long time and i feel comfortable with to talk to me on skype/on the phone.


Idioms are everywhere in a language. At some point you have to deal with them. If i find them on memrise, i study them there, if not, i’ll look for them and make flashcards. These flashcards have only the idiom in my target language on them and that’s it. I don’t write the translation. I force myself to remember the meaning.

Also, when i don’t know the pronunciation for something, i use Forvo.

The advanced stage

Here i just learn idioms and some advanced vocabulary at the beginning. After these, i stop caring. I consider my learning journey almost done so i just enjoy my life using the language. I read without worrying that i don’t know words, i watch shows without worrying that i don’t understand what i hear, i can sing without worrying that i just say words with no meaning but similar sounds to what i hear.

Note: This is how I learn languages. I can’t say it will work for everyone but it works for me.

p.s. sometimes Fun Easy Learn and 50Languages are set in another language, not my native one or English.

You can speak Spanish? // Jeff Atkins

Warning: fluff, like soooo much fluff

A/N: I do not speak Spanish. So if there are any mistakes it´s Google´s fault

The sun was shining right into your sleeping face, waking you up slightly. Today was Sunday and you were sleeping over at your boyfriend´s house. Jeff´s arm was lying loosely over your waist, holding you close to his chest. You turned around, snuggling into him and inhaled his scent. Your arm sneaked around his torso, while he pulled you closer. Jeff began to draw small patters on your hip and you began to slip into another peaceful sleep. His parents were away for the weekend, visiting friends and he asked you to stay with him to use the rare possibility. It´s not like his parents didn’t trust you, but they would make sure nothing to intimate would happen between the two of you.
You began to wake up again, when you felt feather kisses being plastered on your shoulder and neck. Your eyes flattered open and you were greeted by the smiling face of your boyfriend. He looked at you so lovingly that you shoot him a small smile before burying your face in his neck. “Good morning, precioso mío.” He whispered into your hair and you could hear the smile in his voice. You placed a small kiss on his skin, so he knew you were awake. “Morning, papi chulo.” He groaned at the nickname you had given him. “You know I hate it when you call me that.” He whispered, running his fingertips over your side, knowing you´re ticklish. “No please don’t tickle me.” You squirmed under his touch, chuckling. He move to get up but you tighten your grasp around him. “Come on baby, we should get up.” He chuckled, while you plastered kisses on his neck going to his collarbone. “You really have a problem with getting up.” He whispered before placing a kiss on your lips. “I don’t have a problem with getting up; I just prefer staying in bed.” You retorted against his lips and felt his chest vibrate with laughter. “Babe you are cute when you´re sleepy, but we really should get up.” He said, after a while of comfortable silence. “Pero eres demasiado mimoso. (But you´re too cuddly.)” You whispered, before placing a small kiss on his lips. “Usted es mimoso también. (You´re cuddly too.)” He answered, hovering over you. Your hands were resting on his triceps. His face was only inches away from yours and you could feel his breath against your lips. He leaned in to close the gap between you two but stopped right before your lips. “Wait, did you just speak Spanish?” He asked confused and a grin made his way onto your lips. “And what if I did?” You teased, running your fingernails lightly down his arm. “You can speak Spanish?” He asked with a small smile on his lips, while you just nodded as an answer. “So you understood every word I ever said to you in Spanish?” You nodded again, his eyes widening and he rolled of off you. You sat up looking at Jeff, you chuckled at his expression. “This is so embarrassing.” He mumbled and you laugh out loud. “I thought it was cute when you thought I couldn´t understand a word. You looked so proud. “You moved yourself so you were sitting on his lap, leaning down to place a small kiss on his lips. “But I told you so many cheesy things and I only told them because I thought you didn’t understand them.” He whispered against you lips. “Vamos bebé, me encanta cuando hablas español. (Come on baby, I love it when you speak Spanish.)” You mumbled, kissing him again. “But when did you learn Spanish?” He asked, after breaking away from you. You sat up again, still on his lap. “That one summer, two years ago, was really boring.” You answered smiling when his hands ran up and down your bare thighs. “You were bored so you learned Spanish?” He smiled up at you and you gazed your finger over his bare chest, biting your bottom lip. “You are something else, Y/N.” he sat up leaning his upper body against the headboard. “¿Puedo besarte? (Can I kiss you?)” He asked and you leaned in placing a sweet kiss on his lips. It fast turned into a heated kiss, his left hand grapping your ass pulling you even closer and his other hand going your neck. Your hands were roaming over his chest, making their way to his neck. “We should really get up now, before my parents come home.” He whispered against your lips, but he flipped you over kissing your collarbone. “Entonces bájate de mí. (Then get off me.)” You teased and he chuckled against your skin. He sat up at the edge of his bed, rubbing his hands over his face. You sat behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso, kissing his shoulder blade. “Podría acostumbrarme a esto. (I could get used to this.)” He whispered running his fingertips over your arms that were wrapped around him. “What do you mean?” you whispered against his skin, leaving small kiss between his shoulder blades. “Waking up next to you, you wearing my shirts to bed, cuddling in the morning, kissing you to wake you up. That´s what I want for us for the future.” He explained, turning around to kiss your forehead. “Eres mi futuro, bebé. (You´re my future, baby.)” You said making him smile brightly. “I mean it, bebé.” He said, getting up and pulled his sweatpants on. “Yeah me too.” You got up searching for your shorts. You pull your shorts on turning back around to face Jeff. “Do you think we are gonna get married someday?” You asked pulling him into a hug. “¿Quieres casarte conmigo algún día?  (Will you marry me one day?)” He retorted pulling a bit way to grin down at you. “Aren´t you suppose to kneel down and put a ring on my finger?” You teased and he rolled his eyes. “Te amo, mi amor. (I love you, my love.)” He mumbled kissing your lips softly. “Yo también Te amo, bebé. (I love you too, baby.)” You whispered back, burying your head into his neck. “When we´re married and have children we are gonna raise them with two languages, like my parents did. English and Spanish.” He pulled you closer into him, if that was even possible. “You want to have children with me?” you asked smiling into his neck. He hummed approvingly and run his hands up and down your back. “Of course Y/N, eres el único para mi. (You are the only one for me.)” he whispered, kissing your neck. “God Jeff, you are so cheesy.” You chuckled and suppressed a moan when he nibbled at your sweet spot. “Tú eres el único para mí también. (You are the only one for me too.)” He smirked against your neck, biting your skin gently. “Now you are the cheesy one. Pero te quiero por ello. (But I love you for it.)” He said smiling down at you. “I love you too, but now I´m hungry.” You said grapping his hand and pulled him out of his room, down the stairs. “I will follow you.” He said and you smiled at his words.

You laughed and he looked at you playfully offended. “You don´t believe me that I can flip pancakes?” he teased and you laugh, shaking your head no. “Ok then watch me, precioso mío.” Jeff moved wiggled his eyebrows and grabbed the pan. He tried to flip the pancake but it landed next to the stove. You laughed harder when he frowned at the pancake lying next to him. He turned around to look at you disappointed and you laughed even harder. “I swear I can flip pancakes. You can ask my mum.” He pouted at you and you smiled at him. “Oh baby, I believe you.” You said and kissed him. “Step aside, anciano, and let me try it.” You added, pushing him away from the stove. He looked at you and snorted at you. “Who do you call old man? When I´m an old man then you´re my old lady.” He countered and you smiled at the pancake in the pan. “Ok here goes nothing.” You whispered to yourself, before flipping the pancake and it landed in the pan. “You speak Spanish and you can flip pancakes, now I need to marry you.” He said, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, placing kisses on the back of your neck. “Don’t make promises you can´t keep.” You mumbled, flipping another pancake. “Believe me, we will be married and we will have a house and at least two children and a dog.” He mumbled against your neck and you felt your smile grow. “At least two children, huh?” You turned off the stove and turned around in your boyfriends arms, with a big smile on your lips. “At least two, please.” He grinned at you, his one hand going from your waist to your ass, squeezing it slightly. “And until then we can practice.” He added, your arms were around his neck, while he squeezed your ass again before pulling you into another kiss. “But please not in my kitchen.” Jeff and you pulled away instantly and saw his parents standing in the doorway, suitcases in their hands. “Hey mum, dad. I thought you wouldn´t be back until this afternoon?” asked Jeff with an uncomfortable smile, his one arm still wrapped around your waist. “Hello Mrs. and Mr. Atkins.” You mumbled shooting them a small, but embarrassed smile. “Hello Y/N.” Mr. Atkins greeted you with a smile, while Mrs. Atkins looked at Jeff. “Well it got boring so we left a few hours earlier.” She answered Jeff´s question, who just nodded. “So Y/N, did you sleep here?” asked Mrs. Atkins with a small smile. “Oh, yeah we, uhm we were watching some movies and I fell asleep.” You lied; the activities from last night didn’t included watching movies. “Sure, wouldn´t be the first time.” Mrs. Atkins chuckled and you nodded smiling. “We just wanted to eat some breakfast.” Said Jeff with a smile towards his parents. He turned around, got two plates out of the cupboard and filled them with the pancakes you two just made.

After breakfast you and Jeff washed the dishes joking around, while his parents sat at the kitchen table talking about their weekend. “Deténgase, por favor. (Stop please)” You said pretending to mad, but laughed when he smeared soap on your nose. “Nunca, te ves lindo cuando finges estar enojado. (Never, you look cute when you pretend to be angry)” he said before kissing your cheek. You wiped the soap off of your nose, turning your attention back to the pan in your hand. You handed Jeff the pan and he put his into its place. “Y/N, podrías traerme una botella de agua, por favor? (Y/N, could you bring me a bottle of water, please?)” asked Mrs. Atkins and you went to the fridge, bringing her a bottle. “Gracias.” She sends you a smile and you returned it, before walking back to Jeff who stood amazed in the kitchen. “Mum, you did know that she speaks Spanish?” Jeff asked his mother, who just nodded smiling. “You too, dad?” he added and his father nodded as well. “But how?” This time he looked at you. “I told your mum a while ago.” You answered with a shrug. “You told them before me?” He asked offended and you laughed, caressing his cheek in a loving manner. “Sorry honey, it just came up and you were just too sweet thinking I couldn’t understand a word.” Answered smiling, placing a small kiss on his cheek. “Unbelievable.” He muttered with a frown on his forehead and a pout on his lips. You wrapped your arms around his waist and rubbed his back, resting your forehead against his chest. “Lo siento y Te amo. (I´m sorry and I love you.)” You whispered and you smiled when he placed a kiss to your head and wrapped his arms around you. “It´s okay, it´s sexy when you speak Spanish. You should definitely do it more often.” You breathe out a laugh and looked at him, adoring his features. “Only when I´m with you.” You mumbled, placing a small kiss on his jawline. “I hoped you would say that.” He mumbled before bringing his lips to yours. He broke away just moments later, taking your hand in his. He told his parents that you two would go to his room. Halfway toward the stairs he began to speak again. “Wait, that family dinner when my grandmother told me to marry you and I said I will definitely do it, you understood that too?” you mumbled a yes with a big smile on your lips. “That was a private conservation.” He said, his tone serious but you knew he was smiling. “It´s not private when I stand right next to you, dummy.” You laughed and began to climb up the stair. “Smartass.” He mumbled under his breath but you still heard it and snorted as a response. “And great ass.” He added and gave your ass a slight slap, which caused you to yelp and run up the stairs, him following close behind you. Let´s just say: He really loved it when you speak Spanish.

Reading in other languages

Spanish: there are a few words you didn’t know but they’re cognates or you can figure them out from the context. Fairly understandable & grammar makes sense.

Mandarin: literally only one character you didn’t know before but it messes up the whole sentence. No easy way to find out what it means either so barely half understanding of this one.


Linguistic Intimidations...

Today I had an educational experience that I’ve never had before: my entire class this morning was in Spanish.

It was a class on religion and politics in Latin America where it just so happened everyone in the room was a Spanish speaker. So the Professor asks if we could hold our discussion in Spanish. Everyone is cool with it (and I’m, admittedly, thrilled because this has never happened before for me). As folks talk, though, I realize I’m the only Spanish speaker in the class from the United States. That is, there are folks from Puerto Rico, Argentina, Mexico, Spain and I’m the only one who grew up here. And I must admit, I was a intimidated for a good while and it took me a few minutes to jump into the conversation.

I wasn’t intimidated because I wasn’t fluent in Spanish (I am), nor because Spanish isn’t my first language (it is), nor because I wasn’t understanding my colleagues (I did), but because I was worried about my accent. My Spanish is unique. It’s grounded in Puerto Rico, forged in the Diaspora, and influenced by Central America (especially Guatemala, El Salvador, and to a lesser extent Honduras). It’s a blend of saying “coño,” making “r” sounds into “l’s,” dropping letters, using “vos,” adding “eis,” and indicating a question by saying “va” at the end. Meanwhile I’m hearing colleagues speak “pure” Spanish from their respective lands and I start doubting myself.

Will my Spanish be understood? Would it be accepted? And why do I think their’s is “pure” and mine is not? In short, why am I intimidated to speak the language my mother and father taught me?

Then I began realizing my own experiences with being bilingual in the United States. When I was growing up (and still today) some Puerto Ricans and Latin Americans would make fun of my Spanish as “too Gringo” (interestingly, some who learned Spanish in Latin America would say my Spanish is “too Puerto Rican,” which meant too influenced by English, which meant “not good Spanish”). Simultaneously, English speakers would make fun of things like my name or pronunciation of certain words or my parent’s accents because they were too “Spanish.” So this linguistic space formed around me where I (supposedly) wasn’t fully Spanish speaking or fully English speaking. This “ni de aqui, ni de aya” makes it intimidating to enter spaces where your speaking is what defines your participation.

In this particular instance I got over it and just jumped in with a “whatever” kind of attitude, if they understand me they understand me and if not I’ll write it down! And I’m glad I did because it was powerful to hold a class in the language I feel most emotionally connected to (I feel more intellectually connected to English). Nonetheless, it was an interesting couple of minutes of feeling intimidated and needing to figure out why before jumping in.

Language has power in how we are shaped as people and communities. It can be a source of liberation or marginalization, colonization or freedom. In this way language can be an imperial force, one used to intimidate folk or make them feel less than in order to maintain power. It’s what caused some indigenous languages to be wiped out, what empowers nativism and xenophobia, and what can cause students to remain silent for years in and out of classrooms. Yet language can also be a site of empowerment, of pushing back, or refusing to submit to supremacy. Indeed, language has power, perhaps more than we realize…..

Language Barriers

Modern AU

Lafayette x Reader

Author(s): Lil Laddie

Request: imagine where reader is dating Lafayette (in this version understands English but can’t speak it) and she/he/them can’t understand nor speak English and speaks any language besides French (preferably they speak Spanish) -Anon

Words: 1275

Warnings: Badly translated French, most of dialogue is a different language

A/N: I got my friend who speaks fluent Spanish to translate all the Spanish parts, but sadly I don’t know anyone who speaks french. I’m really sorry about butchering the french language with google translate. I hope this is what you were looking for when you requested it!

You entered your favorite cafe as you did every morning. You ordered your favorite drink, and sat down, opening a book you had recently started. You were lost in the pages, until you heard a group of rowdy men entering the cafe. You looked up at them rolling your eyes slightly.

You had seen them before. The short one with a ponytail that yelled a lot. Then there was the curly haired one that had a weird obsession of turtles. There was also the man with the booming voice that was usually wearing a beany.

But the one that had caught your eye, was the one with a big puffy bun. He was usually speaking rapid French that the short and angry one would translate to the rest. You didn’t know the man, yet you were already head over heels for him. The only thing holding you back from him was the language barrier. He spoke French and you spoke Spanish.

“Hey Laf, looks like you’ve caught someone’s eye!” You were pulled out of your daydreams as the man with the beany nudged the frenchman.

You blushed as your eyes met his. You quickly looked back down at your book, pretending you had never been staring at him. You could feel all four men stare you down as you flipped to the next page. You just wished you could disappear.

“Bonjour, mon cher.” A deep voice said from across the table. You slowly looked up from your book, meeting his eyes.

“Hola.” You said quietly, hoping he wouldn’t try to start a conversation with you.

“Vous êtes tout simplement magnifique. (You are simply beautiful.)” He grinned at you.

“No te quiero desanimar pero no tengo la menor idea de lo que estás diciendo. Solo hablo español. ( I don’t mean to disappoint you, but I have no idea what you are saying. I only speak Spanish.)” You said, the man’s head tilt in confusion.

“E crois que vous m'avez mal compris. Ce n'était pas espagnol, c'était français. (I believe you have misunderstood me. That was not Spanish, that was French.)” He spoke again, his words making no sense to you, but that didn’t stop the butterflies that erupted in your stomach.

“Todavía estás hablando francés rápido. Así que no creo que tengas idea de lo que acabo de decir. (You’re still speaking rapid French, so I’m guessing you have no idea what I just said.)” You sighed, wishing you could understand him.

“Ne m'avez-vous pas compris, mon amour? Je parle français. (Did you not understand me, mon amour? I speak French.)” He said, growing slightly frustrated with you.

“Francés, no. Español, si.(French, no. Spanish, yes.)” You said, motioning to yourself as you spoke. You just hoped he would get the message.

“Ah, je vois. Tu parles espagnol. (Ah, I see. You speak Spanish.)” His frustration at you melted away, despite the language barrier he still found himself falling for you. Slowly, but surely.

“Is there a problem here?” The frenchman’s short friend asked. Having heard the commotion, he had decided to come and investigate the situation.

“Ils parlent seulement espagnol. (They only speaks Spanish.)” He said sadly, not noticing your surprised stares at the two. The short one had obviously talked in English and the other had responded in French and somehow they had completely understood each other.

“I got this.” The short man, patted the other’s shoulder. “Mi nombre es Alexander y el es Lafayette. El piensa que tu eres muy bonita y le gustaría salir contigo. Obviamente será difícil por la barrera del idioma, pero considéralo.(Hola, my name is Alexander and this is Lafayette. He thinks you’re really cute and would like to go out with you. Obviously this is very hard with a language barrier, but please do consider it).” Both men grinned at you.

“Dile que me encantaría, pero preferiría no tener un traductor en la cita. Lo siento mucho, pero sería mucha molestia. (Tell him that I would love to, but I would rather not have to bring a translator on the date. I’m very sorry, but it would be too much of a hassle.)” You smiled sadly at Alexander and he turned to translate to Lafayette.

“Est-ce qu'ils m'aiment bien? (Do they like me though?)” Lafayette asked, catching Alexander completely off guard.

“Dude, they just said no and you want to know if they likes you?” Alexander quirks a brow at the odd question.

“Eh bien, ils ne veulent pas sortir à cause de la barrière de la langue. Et si j'apprenais l'espagnol?(Well, they don’t want to go out because of the language barrier. What if I learned Spanish?)” Lafayette grinned, the idea seeming genius to him.

“I don’t know man…” Alexander trailed off, looking between you and Lafayette

“S'il vous plaît! Il suffit de leur demander! (Please! Just ask them!)” Lafayette begged.

“¿Te gusta el? (Do you like him?)” Alexander turned to you, catching you completely off guard.

“Um, si.” You said, fidgeting with your hands and blushing.

“Entonces dale una oportunidad, por favor no te defraudará. (Then just give him a chance, please. He will not let you down.)” Alex encouraged you, filling you with hope.

“Está bien pero espero no lamentarlo. (Fine, but I better not regret this.)” You gave in, not wanting to let the beautiful man in front of you go.

“They said yes.” Alexander said to Lafayette, the man jumping in his seat in excitement.

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your mouth as the two had a little celebration in front of you. Lafayette’s face lit up as he heard you laugh at something he had done. He grinned at you, a blush covering your face. They began to murmur a few things back and forth, out of earshot.

“¿Que te parece el próximo viernes por la noche? (How does next Friday night sound?)” Alexander asked, smiling just as brightly as you and Lafayette.

“Perfecto. (Perfect.)” You said, staring right past Alexander and at an excited Lafayette.

“¡Grandioso! Encuéntrense aquí a las siete y no te defraudará. (Great! Meet him here at 7 and you will not be disappointed!)” Alexander exclaimed, him and Lafayette getting up to leave. You waved at the two as they left the cafe with the two other men they had come with.

For some reason, you couldn’t stop an idea that clouded your brain. You needed to learn French before this date and nothing was going to stop you from doing so.


You walked towards the cafe, Lafayette already waiting for you at a table. You worked up all the courage you had and approached him. The two of you exchanged shy smiles as you sat across from him.

“Hola.” He said, his voice slightly shaky.

“Bonjour.” You replied, hoping you weren’t already butchering his language.

“Um, discúlpame por arruinar tu idioma. (Um, may I apologize in advance for butchering your language.)” Lafayette asked, looking much more shy than the last time you had seen him.

“Vous parlez en espagnol. (You’re speaking Spanish.)” You said, shocked.

“Acabas de hablar francés. (You just spoke in French.)” He said, his eyes widening.

“Vous avez appris l'espagnol pour moi? (You learned Spanish for me?)” You asked, your smile no longer as shy as before.

“¿Aprendiste francés por mi? Suenas bien hablando mi idioma nativo. (And you learned French for me? You sound good speaking my native language.)” Laf winked, going back to his flirty demeanor.

“Vous êtes aussi bon en espagnol… (You sound just as good in Spanish…)” You trailed off, converting back to your native language. “Quizás esto funcionará.(Maybe this is going to work out.)”

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Soulmates — Kim Seokjin

Words: 2000+

Warnings: None, except for Seokjin because cute, as usual :)

Description: Tattooed on your wrist is the first words your soulmate will ever say to you. Why the hell were those words in Korean?

Originally posted by bwiseoks



Your soulmate was Korean?

You stared at the words on your wrist. How were you supposed to know what this meant?

Did you speak Korean? No. So why did the universe think that it was a good idea to give you a Korean soulmate?

You speak English, maybe a little bit of Spanish, but your home language was English. How are you supposed to speak Korean to your soulmate who is Korean?

How are you guys supposed to talk to each other if they spoke Korean and you spoke English?

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Bucky Drabble 28

Request: Hi could i please ask for 28 with Bucky? Thank you

28. “I didn’t understand a word you just said. I don’t speak French.” + “I wasn’t speaking French.”

A/N: Mi Spanish is a lil rusty so forgive me if somethin’ is wrong.

“Oh my god, Bucky! Stop!” you laugh.

“What? I was asking a genuine question!” he defended with a smile.

“You asked if Sam had rabies because ‘technically he’s a bird’.” you quote him.

“Well does he?!”

“No!” you laugh. “Sam’s human and birds can’t get rabies. Only mammals do.” you laugh wildly at the super soldier in front of you.

“Oh! Well you should’ve led with that!” he held back a giggle. He loved making you laugh. It was music to his ears.

With you guys it was the typical, you both like each other but haven’t done anything about it. All you’ve done was flirt with each other, annoying the rest of the team.

You shake your head with a smile. “No puedo creer que esté enamorado de este idiota.” (I can’t believe I’m in love with this idiot).

Bucky gives you a confused look. “What?”


“What did you just say?”

“Nothing.” you respond. He nods and you smile. “Lindo.” (Cute).

He turns to you again. “I didn’t understand a word you just said. I don’t speak French.”

You burst out laughing, making Bucky even more confused. “I wasn’t speaking French.”

“What were you speaking then?”


“Oh.” he says. “What did you say?”

“I said you were cute.”

He blushes. “And what about the first thing you said?”

Now it’s your turn to blush. “Not gonna tell you.”

“Y/N!” you began to walk back to your room, smiling when Bucky followed you. “Come on! Tell me! Please?”

okay. so this happened.

first of all: i’m not fluent in english so obviously there’ll be some mistakes

i met miguel at ccxp tour in recife, brazil. i’m still nervous just of thinking about what happened. i……. can’t believe it yet. he was an ANGEL (literally, since he has angel in his name hahahahHAHAHA). he encouraged me with beautiful words that i hadn’t listened from anybody til that moment. i was so nervous that i mixed english, portuguese and spanish all in one sentence, and so did he as well. he tried to calm me down and asked about some stuff in my life, he listened carefully and answered every single thing with the most wonderful words that exists in this world.  we talked for about 5 or more minutes and in the end HE ASKED FOR THE PHOTOGRAPHER TO TAKE A PICTURE OF US!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I COULDN’T BELIEVE EITHER!!!!!!!!! I WAS LITERALLY SHAKING I DIDNT UNDERSTAND WHAT THE FUCK WAS HAPPENING

after that, he asked if i wanted a selfie and took the 2 photos above. he shaked in both but i didn’t care BECAUSE AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! ! ! !! ! !! !! 1

by the way he kissed my cheek voluntarily. yep.


i was dying to see my photo but no one released it.


it was wednesday. 9am. i was in geography class and that happened,

miguel angel silvestre posted my photo.

he choose my photo.

he posted in his instagram, facebook and twitter.

he fucking posted my photo AND!!!!!!!!




guYS! ! !!!! !! !!!!

holy shit i cant believe it yet i’m still thinking this is a prank even if i’m going every minute in his instagram and seeing MY FUCKING FACE THERE AND THE FUCKING FU UN PLACER CONOCERTE AAAAAAAAAAAAAA FUCK


thank you

I’m drawn to you

Summary: Magnus Chase would never have expected to have a secret admirer, much less one that sends him beautiful drawing and sketches with each letter, but here he is.

Yes, I needed to make the chapter a bad pun, you know how I am. And yes, I did name Magnus’s transphobic teacher after one of mine, though I don’t know how she would have reacted to a trans student (then again, she did say gay people asking for marriage equality was ‘going too far’ so yeah). Anyway, enough with stupid teachers, on with the story! Be glad I don’t pay attention in algebra because that’s where I thought of this.

Magnus found the first note sometime around the middle of October.

He and the rest of his friends – Mallory, T.J, Halfborn and Sam – were going to go to Halfborn’s house after school ended for a group study session. (Meaning they would try to work on their assignments, eats lots of snacks and gossip like bored housewives.) Sam’s elusive half-sister, Alex, wasn’t been able to make it and Magnus would be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed. He had seen Alex around Sam before a few times and he had talked to her even less than that, but she was undeniably one of the most attractive people Magnus had ever seen and he really wanted to talk to her more. His friends teased him that he stared at Alex whenever they were in the same room together, which might have been true, but Magnus would like to keep his dignity about it.

Anyway, they were supposed to pile up inside Halfborn’s old truck after school to go to his house, but they were half way to the car when Magnus remembered he had a left one of his books at class.

“Do you need to get it?” Mallory asked, her shoulders slumping at the thought of having to go all the way back to Magnus’s English class to get it.

“Yeah I do, that’s what the assignment I have is on.” As much as Magnus disliked Miss. Marlene – she keeps getting his pronouns and name wrong, despite him telling her every time – he didn’t need any more reasons for her to be after him, and not doing an assignment would definitely put him in her black list (more so than he already is). “Go ahead and go to the car, I’ll be back quickly.”

“Okay, just hurry back!” Mallory yelled after him. “If you’re too late we’ll leave you here!”

Ah, isn’t friendship amazing?

Magnus run to the English classroom as quickly as he could. He made it there surprisingly quickly, since the corridors were devoid of students. (There was just something about an empty school that was really creepy.) Magnus walked into the classroom heaving, reminded once again why he wasn’t in any sports’ teams. He really wasn’t the sports type anyway, unlike a lot of his friends, and running in his binder wasn’t the best.

His book was waiting for him on his desk near the back of the class. Nobody had taken it, which Magnus was thankful for; he didn’t even want to think what explaining that to Miss. Marlene would be like, though nobody would want a boring English book anyway. He was about to pick it up and shove it into his backpack when he noticed a paper sticking out of it.

Weird, I don’t think I put that there.

After checking again to make sure this was his book, Magnus pulled the paper out. What he saw when he did was an honestly mind-blowing sketch of a boy with his head resting boredly on his hand while he read a book. It wasn’t any boy either. It was him.

Magnus wasn’t sure whether he should admire the artist’s skill (they had made him look attractive, that was quite a fit) or be creeped out over the fact somebody had left him a drawing of himself inside one of his books. Maybe a bit of both was fine.

He examined the sketch more, completely baffled by how somebody could even begin to draw something like this, how they were able to turn a bunch of lines into something that looked this good even with him as the subject matter. Wondering who had drawn this, Magnus turned the paper to see if the artist had left their name on the back. They hadn’t, but they had left a note.

Dear Magnus,

I know this looks creepy.

Well, at least they’re self aware, Magnus thought and kept reading the short letter.

Trust me, I know it does. Some stranger leaves a sketch of you and a letter inside one of your books. I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t read this letter. Actually, don’t read the rest, you’ll save me a lot of trouble. I didn’t want to do this anyway, my sister forced me to, and if writing you a weird love letter will get her off my back I’m willing to do anything.

So, yeah, this is a love letter. I have a crush on you. There, I said it. And I know what you’re thinking, who writes their crushes love letters in this day and age? Me, apparently. My sister was trying to convince me to do the “sensible” thing and talk to you and ask you out, but I joked that I’d rather write you a cringy love letter than actually have to talk to you and inevitably get rejected, so she kept nagging me until I finally did it. I should have never mentioned it to her in the first place, but she sees you sketching a boy in your notes and immediately wants all the details. Sisters, right? Anyway, yeah, I have a humongous crush on you and my sister can be very persistent.

You probably won’t do it, but she’s standing over me right now telling me to write this, so if you want t write back (which, again, you probably won’t do)leave your letter in that big dusty red dictionary in the Spanish classroom. Nobody touches that thing.

With love,

Your secret admirer.

P.S. I can’t believe I just wrote that, Jesus fuck.

By the time Magnus finished the letter, he was smiling at the stranger’s salty, sarcastic remarks for their sister. Still, even his amusement couldn’t stop him from reading the letter again two times, even then he still couldn’t understand how it was real.

Someone had a crush on him. On him, of all people. How was that possible? He wasn’t exactly the most handsome or popular guy in school, he was pretty far from that, honestly. There were a ton more people you could get a crush on, so why him of all people?

Still, even if he didn’t understand it, he couldn’t deny the warm feeling the spread through him as his face flushed red. Somebody had a crush on him and the thought was extremely flattering, especially with whoever his secret admirer was clearly seeing him as a boy and nothing else.

Magnus was brought out of his daze when his phone started vibrating in his pocket as one of his friends called him to ask where he was.

“Yeah, sorry, I’m coming, just a minute!” Magnus said into the phone as he shoved the book and the letter inside his backpack and sprinted to the parking lot.


Alex didn’t know what made him check. He knew there wouldn’t be a response, why would somebody reply to some random stranger’s love letter, especially when said letter came along with a drawing of you? (Alex still can’t believe he sent Magnus one of them. He cringed and blushed just thinking about it.) (And yes, he had drawn Magnus more than once. You say he’s head over heels, he says he was just practicing.)

So yeah, his mind knew it that there wouldn’t be a response, but he still checked the old dictionary. Maybe a part of him hoped there would be a letter waiting for him, but he did his best to squash that part down. He shouldn’t get his hopes up. Magnus wouldn’t write back to him and Alex’s letter would probably get thrown in the trash, maybe after getting a laugh out of it with his friends. Alex just didn’t understand why Sam insisted he wrote it.

The bell rang and everybody spilled out of the Spanish classroom, eager to be anywhere else but here. Alex lingered around more, pretending to be putting his books away as everybody, even the teacher, went away. There was no one in the room by the time he put his sketchbook away. Alex already knew Spanish, he was only taking the class because he figured it would be easy, and it was, so he used the period to sit in the back and sketch to his heart’s content.

With no one left to see him, Alex took the old dictionary from the bookcase and skimmed through it boredly. This was a waste of time, but he wouldn’t be able to focus on anything else unless he did this – wait, what was that?

Curiously, Alex went back to the part where the book’s pages had a small gap. It couldn’t be…

But sure enough, there, between alphabetized Spanish words, was a folded piece of paper. With his stupid heart doing summersaults inside his chest, Alex pulled the paper out and unfolded it.

Dear secret admirer,

Thank you a lot for your letter, though I’m glad you understand it looked a bit creepy at first.

Alex was split between smiling like a doofus because he had gotten a response and slapping himself because of course that drawing was creepy, why the hell did you send it?

I mean, I’m not complaining, it was a really good drawing, you have some serious talent if you can make me look good. Which I guess means I should address the elephant in the room, being the fact that you have a crush on me? How? Honestly, I’m flattered, but I can’t see why you would have a crush on me of all people. I don’t think I’m exactly the most crushable person around. But hey, um, thanks.

Anyway, I don’t know why I wrote this letter. Maybe I was just curious? Maybe because you were so sure I wouldn’t respond and I subconsciously wanted to piss you off? I don’t know. But your letter has been stuck in my head ever since I got it so I felt like I’d blow up if I didn’t do something, so. Tell me about yourself, I guess? (Why am I this awkward with starting conversations even in a letter?) What are your pronouns? What grade are you in? What do you look like? (You won’t answer this probably but I wrote it anyway.) What are your hobbies? Do you have bad taste in everything or just crushes? (Ah, self-deprecating humor, my specialty.)

So, ah, yeah, that’s all I have to say. See you. (Or well, read you, but you know what I mean.)


Magnus Chase.

Alex reread the letter about three times before he finally accepted the fact that Magnus had actually written back. Magnus had actually written back, complimented his drawing and asked to learn more about him. Alex wanted to slap himself for the stupid smile threatening to take over his face and the uncoordinated beating of his heart as he thought back to the letter. Curse you, human feelings!

The bell snapped Alex back to reality. He shoved the letter in his pocket and run to his next class. He made it just before the lesson started and he took his seat, not caring about the rest of the students looking at him or for the teacher going “ts, ts”. He knew he should be paying attention to whatever the teacher was saying, or at least pretend to, but Alex really couldn’t be bothered right now, not when he was thinking hard about what he should write back to Magnus.


Magnus found the next note in his locker. A folded piece of paper was lying on a stack of books, his admirer’s (just thinking that felt so surreal) handwriting looking up at him the simple To: Magnus (duh) written at the front of the paper.

Magnus pulled it out and unfolded the paper. The back of the paper, where his name was written, was filled from top to bottom in random doodles. Stars and crisscrossed lines decorated the margins of the paper, lone eyes and hands doting the page wherever there was a bit of space. There was a small sketch of Miss. Dods, the algebra teacher, with horns sprouting from her head and wings from her back like some short of demon, throwing ‘x’s and ‘y’s and a ton more incomprehensible algebra things at a cartoonish crowd of screaming students. Near the top of the paper was a doodle of what Magnus guessed was a green haired Eliza from Hamilton holding a letter to her chest with “Helpless” written above her head in fancy badly-done cursive. Half-finished sketches of who must have been (a more attractive) Magnus were spread throughout the paper.

Magnus’s lips were tugging upwards in a small smile as he turned the paper to look at the letter.

Dear Magnus,

I can’t believe you actually answered me. I think I made it pretty clear in my first letter that I didn’t expect you to. Though if you were trying to piss me off by doing that, you failed because it just made me weirdly happy. (Don’t tell that to anyone, I have a reputation to maintain.)

Thank you for your compliment, but I have to disagree because someone would need to have a lot of talent to do you justice. I suppose people don’t tell you often that you’re very pretty, huh? Well, you are, so there.

Now, as for your questions: I’m genderfluid, so my pronouns keep changing, but she/ her would be a safe guess most days (though I’m male as I’m writing this). I’m in tenth grade like you. As you guessed, I can’t tell you what I look like because, trust me, you would be able to figure out who I am immediately. My hobbies are mostly art, especially pottery. I also like fantasy/ sci-fi/ adventure books and hiking or going camping. And since you seem to think nobody would have a crush on you (I’m obviously the exception to that rule), here’s a nice little list of reasons why:

·         You have really nice hair. It’s sorta old-fashioned and it makes you look a bit like Kurt Cobain, but I like it. It suits you and it looks really soft. It’s also fun to draw.

·         I swear to my pottery wheel your eyes are amazing and no matter how many times I have tried, I just can’t get the color right from memory.

·         Your whole face lights up when you laugh a lot and I have to remind myself not to stare because that would be creepy.

·         You look like a personified ball of sunshine but you are really sarcastic and cynical and seeing you roast someone is one of the best things I’ve seen in my life.

·         Speaking of roasting, that one time you sassed Marlene in front of the entire class because she kept getting your pronouns wrong and you told her off so well that she was gapping like a fish for a few seconds. That was epic (and hot) (don’t judge me). (Also, yes, I’m in your English class. Spoilers, I guess?)

·         You’re just generally adorable? Like, what more do you want me to say? I’m in deep. (Btw, enjoy this because I don’t think I’ve ever said the word ‘adorable’ to describe anyone out loud and probably never will, but this is a letter and I feel more comfortable to call you cute than I would in person.)

·         You’re a nice person. Like, honestly, you’re such a Hufflepuff it’s ridiculous, but really endearing and I’ve seen you help out people around school you don’t even know. Like, yeah, blame me for falling for a saint!

That’s everything that comes to mind right now that I can actually fit in this paper. If I wrote down everything this thing would be bigger than the list of idiots at this school.

I don’t know if writing to each other will be a thing but I really hope it will be.

You seriously need to work on your self-esteem dude,

Your secret admirer.

Magnus hadn’t realized it – probably because he was too busy feeling his skin melt of his face because of how hard he was blushing - but he was smiling at the letter like an idiot. He was so caught up in the warmth that flooded through his body because of this person’s word that he didn’t notice Halfborn, Mallory and T.J sneak up on him.

“Boo!” Halfborn said right in his ear, because, as someone who was graduating this year, that’s how mature he was when it came to his friends. Magnus yelped in surprised and reflexively shoved the letter behind a sweatshirt in his locker. God forbid any of his friends found out about the letters, they would never let him hear the end of it.

“Halfborn, what the hell?” Magnus turned around, still positively red in the face, to look at the shit-eating grins on his friends’ faces.

Apparently, scaring him into almost having a heart-attack was funny, because Halfborn laughed. “Aw, don’t be like that, Magnus. I was just trying to cheer you up before you have to go suffer in Miss. Hitler’s class.”

Magnus’s good mood soured as he realized that, yes, his next class was with his most hated teacher. He groaned and threw his head back. “Damnit, I’d rather you kill me than have to deal with her for forty five minutes.”

Mallory nodded solemnly and patted his shoulder. “It’s okay, you’ll be fine. Think of the bright side,” she said, that familiar teasing tone creeping into her voice, “you’ll get to see your crush.”

Magnus immediately flushed red (well, redder). He had English with Alex Fierro and course they would tease him about it.

“I don’t have a crush,” he hissed at them. They just smiled, the little shits, and shot each other these looks™, like they were talking without actually saying anything. The unfortunate side effects of becoming friends with people who have known each other since kindergarten.

“Now, now, Magnus,” T.J said in a sweet fatherly kind of tone, ruffling up Magnus’s hair. “There’s nothing wrong with having a crush. You’ll feel better if you admit it.”

“I. Don’t. Have. A. Crush,” Magnus said slowly, emphasizing every word. Yet his face was still burning and a small voice in the back of his head was saying, who are you kidding?

Shut up, brain, this does not concern you.

Magnus’s friends didn’t look convinced, but the boy didn’t look at them, instead turning around to shove the books he needed and the letter inside his back. “I’ll see you at lunch,” he said before running away lest they keep teasing him.

Magnus was almost to the door of the English classroom where he had an important realization. His secret admirer was in the same English class as him.

Suddenly dreading this period much less than usual, Magnus walked through the door and shut down at his desk. He was early, normally he postponed having to come here as much as he could, and the classroom wasn’t full yet. He got his books out and pretended to look at them while he watched the door and each person that walked through it, trying to figure out who could be the person writing him letters.

Who did he know at school that was genderfluid? Okay, not many people, but there was always the possibility they weren’t out yet. Still, simply asking that question brought a single person to the forefront of his mind. As if on cue, lo and behold, Alex Fierro walked into the classroom.

Magnus gasped a little, just a little, but he was too distracted to yell at himself for it. Alex was wearing pink and green, as usual, but damn did she pull it off. A pronoun bottom was pinned to her hoodie, informing the world that today was a she/her day. Her hair was pulled back in a tiny ponytail at the base of her neck and there were paint stains on her fingers.

Magnus didn’t realize he was staring until Alex sat down at her desk next to his and waved hello at him. He waved back awkwardly, praying to the universe that he wasn’t blushing as much as he felt he was (curse his pale skin!).

“How long do you think she’ll manage to last before throwing somebody out of the class?” Alex asked, leaning over closer to Magnus. The blonde couldn’t help but be surprised. Alex spent most of her time in this class pretending to be paying attention, wanting to kill the teacher and doodling. They spoke occasionally, but even that didn’t happen so commonly, mostly because Magnus sucked at keeping conversations going, especially with beautiful people.

“I say ten minutes,” Magnus guessed, glancing at Miss. Marlene at the front of the room. She had a habit of getting angry at students even when they didn’t do anything and she almost always yelled at and/or kicked out a few specific students. (Two of which were Magnus and Alex.)

Alex hummed thoughtfully. “I say five. She looked like she wanted to cut my head off last time.”

Magnus snickered as he remembered their last lesson, where Alex had been feeling especially rebellious and kept mocking Miss. Marlene whenever her back was turned. Magnus’s eyes closed as he laughed and he didn’t see the lovestruck way Alex was looking at him.

They didn’t get the chance to talk much more because the bell rang and Miss. Marlene slammed the door shut, demanding attention from everybody in the class. Magnus soon tuned out what she was saying, having perfected the art in his time in high school.

Who could be his secret admirer? He looked around the class discretely, mentally crossing off the people that couldn’t possibly be his mysterious pen pall. It had to be someone genderfluid, who disliked the English professor as much as him, was into art and was striking enough appearance wise that it’d be easy to find them in a crowd. One by one, the students in the class were crossed out, leaving just a handful of people that fit the criteria, one of them sticking out to Magnus more than anyone else.

It couldn’t possibly be Alex… Right?

Like, Magnus really wanted it to be her. A picture formed in his mind of Alex sneaking around to leave the notes in his book and locker, of her looking at him when he wasn’t paying attention. His heart did a little acrobatic trick at the thought, his cheeks warming up. Without realizing it, his lips had turned up in a small smile. That would be nice.

He kept smiling like an idiot until his mind caught up with his heart and he mentally scolded himself. Idiot, like that would happen, the pessimistic side of his brain said. There’s no way you’d be that lucky. Don’t get your hopes up.

Still, the other side of his brain said. It’d be nice if I was.


In the end, Magnus and his secret admirer exchanging letters had become common place. Magnus wasn’t keep replying to this person, but he couldn’t deny he liked her. They just got along well, they shared a lot of the same sarcastic attitude and interests. Talking (or, well, writing) to her was a lot of fun. Magnus had become accustomed to checking his locker every chance he got to see if there was a note there and his heart always soared whenever he found one

Of course, being Magnus, the realization didn’t hit him until sometime in December. He was in physics class, reading his admirer’s latest lesson instead of paying attention to whatever the teacher was talking about. He tapped his fingers on the desk as he tried to figure out what to write back, his mind constantly drifting off and stopping him from forming coherent sentences. He kept thinking back to all the other letters, their jokes and barbs at each other. How funny she was and how beautiful her sketches were, even though she kept insisting they weren’t anything special. How much he’d like to know who she was so they could spend time and person and actually hear her laugh instead of seeing it wrote on paper and –

That’s when it hit him, like a bucket of cold water to the face, as his heart fluttered at the thought. Do I have a crush on her?

He scrunched his eyes and shook his head, like that would get the thought to go away. A few students (that weren’t dozing off on their desks) looked at him confused but Magnus couldn’t be bothered to care about them; he was having a crisis here.

He couldn’t like her, right? Like, he had a crush on Alex, even though he couldn’t see himself acting out on it, he couldn’t have a crush on two people at the same time. Could he? He tried to reason with himself that he was wrong, after all, he hadn’t met her, but that wasn’t quite right, was it? He’d been talking to her for months now; even if it wasn’t face to face, he knew her and she knew him.

Confused, Magnus rubbed at his temples like he had a headache, a sight that wasn’t uncommon in this class. Sweet falafel, why is this happening to me? I can’t deal with one crush, what am I supposed to do with two?

If Magnus wasn’t paying attention to class before, he sure as hell wasn’t doing it now. His mind was flooded with thoughts of letters and startling eyes, sketches and green hair. Alex Fierro and the mysterious girl assaulted his mind, the butterflies in his stomach going on a rampage no matter which one he was thinking of.

Magnus’s crisis was still going strong by the time the school day ended and three days later, he still couldn’t come up with an answer as to which one he was crushing on harder. Is this what all the stupid main characters in bad YA novels felt like? After the third day of mentally questioning himself, Magnus resulted to the good old method of not thinking about it and hopping it will go away.

That always works, right?

… Oh, who is he kidding? He’s fucked. (And not in the good way.)

And to make matters worse (or better, if you like to see him suffer, like the universe does), in her last class before Christmas break, Miss. Marlene announced they would have to complete an assignment over the break in pairs. The students groaned because one, homework, and two, Miss. Marlene never lets you choose your partner, meaning you could be stuck with someone you’ve never spoken to in your whole career in this hellhole.

As Miss. Marlene announced the pairs, Magnus’s eyes wandered around the room, mentally ticking off the people that already had a partner or the people he just didn’t want to work with. His eyes were on Alex when, as if on cue, Miss. Marlene told him his partner for the project.

“Mari – Sorry, Magnus Chase, you’ll be working with Alex Fierro.”

Magnus froze.

Wait… what?

It took a few moments for what he just heard to register in Magnus’s mind, during which he looked at the teacher in a dumbfounded expression. Unbeknown to him, Alex was in the exact same state.

You have to be kidding me, he thought.

Miss. Marlene went on to explain how they had to make a summary of a Shakespearean play and present it to class in any way they wanted. She went on to list out the kind of things they couldn’t do, like strip naked (because yes, that happened once), but Magnus wasn’t paying attention at all. His eyes trailed over to Alex where he was staring holes in his notebook, one hand buried in his green locks, the loose curls framing his dark skin and-

Okay, forget getting a good grade, Magnus will be lucky if he doesn’t turn into a pile of mush by the time they’ve finished the project.

In the desk next to his, Alex was having a similar crisis. He had to work on a project with Magnus. Magnus. Fuck, he already knew Miss. Marlene was evil, but he didn’t expect her to want him to die from too much cuteness! (Because have you looked at Magnus Chase? Alex is pretty sure his doing this just to torture him.) (By ‘this’ he means existing.)

He spends the rest of the period glaring at his notebook, like it will somehow give him all the answers he needs. Before he realizes any time has passed, the bell has rang and Magnus is standing awkwardly by his desk.

“So, um, what should we do for the assignment?” The blonde boy asked. Magnus got up and they started talking as Alex suggested plays they could do, slowly slimming down their choices to Macbeth because it’s a classic and because they both like the part where Macbeth is so sure there’s no way he can just for him to lose. Alex is awfully acute of the half written letter in his bag, and a weird feeling settles into his stomach as they stop in front of Magnus’s locker. It’s so weird to think he’ll be sneaking around to leave that same letter in Magnus’s locker tomorrow. (He would like to leave it today, but he doesn’t have a free period and he still hasn’t finished his drawing at the back of it. Yes, he has to draw something, it’s a thing by this point and he won’t ruin it.)

“So, should we meet up after school to work on it?” Magnus asked. “Get it out of the way as soon as possible so we can forget about it?”

Alex nodded. Personally, he would have procrastinated till the last day, but anything for the human ball of sunshine. “Sure. Where do you want to meet?”

Magnus seemed to tense up at that and Alex guessed he hadn’t actually thought of that. “My house, I guess? It’s not far from school, we could walk there after school tomorrow.”

“Alright. I’ll see you then, Maggie.”

It was as Alex was walking away, trying to appear as cool and natural as possible, that it sank in. I’m going to Magnus’s house tomorrow. Sweet fuck.


Magnus was waiting for Alex by the main doors of the school the next day while the rest of the students all but run away. Magnus couldn’t really blame them for it; he wanted to do the same right now.

Ok, relax, it’s just a school assignment, he told to himself. It’s not like he has never spoken to Alex one on one for more than fifteen minutes and they will be alone in his room for who knows how long with nobody around other than his adopted fathers who know how much he likes her and will certainly embarrass him. He’ll be fine.

Oh, who is he kidding?

Magnus fiddles with his shirt when he finally sees Alex’s green head of hair among the sea of students. He straightens his back suddenly, for what purpose he doesn’t know, but he does it. Alex struggles a bit too get out of the crowd of students, by trough a lot of ducking and elbowing people taller than her, she manages to get to where Magnus is and holly kebab.

Now, Magnus will be the first to tell you that Alex Fierro can’t look bad, even when she’s in an old hoodie that’s long enough to work as a dress and has paint stains and clay bits all over her. She just looks good and Magnus has accepted the fact he will never get a break from how pretty she is and the heart attacks she subsequently gives him, but is she trying to kill him right now?

She’s in boots and patterned pink tights, a worn parka with pink fur at the hood open over a dark green sweater with ‘Fuck you’ written in Christmas lights. She doesn’t look to be affected by the cold weather that has Magnus looking like an onion (he’s wearing five layers of clothes) and he would have been upset at the injustice of it if Alex didn’t look tiny inside her large jacket.

“Hey, Magnus,” she greeted when she came closer. The boy in question had to do a double take – was she wearing make up? Admittedly, it was very little but it made her captivating eyes pop even more than they already did and Magnus would not make it through to the end of the night, he was sure of that.

“Hey, Alex,” he said back, hoping with everything he had he didn’t sound too awkward. Over Alex’s shoulder, he saw Halfborn, Mallory, T.J and Sam give him thumbs up and mouth encouragements at him (T.J was holding up a notebook with “GO TIGER!” written on it). His stomach dropped and he wished as hard as he could Alex wouldn’t turn around because if she did he would die.

“Should we get going?” Alex asked, her cheeks pink from the cold.

“Yeah, I’m freezing here.” Also my friends want to embarrass me in front of my crush.

“I don’t know, it’s not that cold,” Alex said as they walked away from the school and Magnus’s friends. Magnus turned to look at her so fast he almost got whiplash.

“‘Not that cold’? Not that cold?” Magnus nearly yelled. “My tits are freezing off – and honestly, be my guest – but still! How are you not cold?”

Alex shrugged, a smile on her lips. “I don’t know. I guess… the cold never bothered me anyway.”

Magnus stared at her blankly. Alex kept looking at him with a shit eating grin.

“You didn’t just do that.”

“Oh, come on, it was too good to pass up.” Alex was smiling so widely that she had wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. Magnus himself was trying hard not to smile and all his previous worries about today were forgotten. “You would have said it too.”

Magnus couldn’t so no to that. “Yeah, you’re right. So if you’re Elsa, who does that make me?”

Alex hummed as she thought, pouting slightly and why is the world doing this to him? “Marshmallow-  no, Olaf! Marshmallow is like a gentle giant, you’re nowhere near a giant.”

“I’m still taller than you,” he pointed out. Alex glared at him from her three inches shorter height.

“And don’t you love pointing that out.”

Magnus laughed. They kept walking though the street, occasionally to jump inside a pile of snow against their better judgment. By the time they made it to Magnus’s apartment their noses were red and they had snow in their shoes.

“My room is down the hall to the left,” Magnus said as he kicked off his boots. If they were lucky, he could get Alex into his room and out of sight before Hearthstone saw her (Blitzen should still be at the shop at this hour).

Just when Magnus though they were safe, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He yelped, an embarrassingly high sound he would deny later, and turned to find Hearthstone behind him.

“Hi, Magnus. Who’s your friend?” Hearth signed and despite playing innocent Magnus could tell from his little smirk that he knew exactly who this was.

“Hearth, this is Alex. Alex, this is Hearth, his one of my dads,” he said, signing as he spoke.

“It’s nice to finally meet Magnus’s crush. He doesn’t shut up about you.” The cheeky little shit was smiling the whole time he was signing that; to anyone who didn’t know him it would seem like a perfectly normal smile, but Magnus knew he was evil in the inside. Thankfully for him, Alex didn’t seem to understand what Hearth had signed.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know sign language.”

“He said he happy to meet one of my friends and that he’s heard a lot about you,” Magnus quickly translated. Hearth was smirking at him but Alex didn’t seem to notice.

“Only good things, I hope.”

Magnus cocked his head to the side. “There are good things to say about you?”

Alex rolled her eyes and punched him lightly in the arm while Hearth, much to Magnus’s horror, signed, “Young love. I remember when Blitzen and I first met.”

“We’re gonna go start working on that project now!” Magnus all but yelled, glaring at Hearth over his shoulder as he pushed Alex towards his room. Hearth just smiled and signed, “Go lover-boy.”

Once safely inside his room, Magnus was finally able to relax. “Make yourself comfortable,” he told Alex, who was looking curiously around his room at different posters and books. “I’m just gonna…” he made a few awkward hand gestures, pointing awkwardly towards his chest before grabbing a sports bra (that was hanging off the back of his desk chair, why didn’t he think to tidy his room before Alex came?) and going to the bathroom to change.

When he came back, Alex was looking at the summary at the back of Six of Crows and didn’t seem to really pay attention to Magnus putting his binder away inside his closet. He glanced nervously to the second drawer in his desk, hoping Alex didn’t snoop around in there while he was in the bathroom. He kept the letters from his secret admirer there and he didn’t dare imagine what would happen if Alex found them. He would never be able to live it down.

Speaking of letters, he still hadn’t gotten a reply to his last letter even though he left it two days ago. He figured she was just busy with school or the holidays, but he was still curious about why she hadn’t responded to him yet.

“This sounds nice,” Alex said, putting the book back on the self before joining Magnus where he was sitting on the floor. Magnus offered to let her borrow it and they soon got to work, brainstorming ideas for their summary of Macbeth and roasting Miss. Marlene. They had decided on a sarcastic, stand-up comedy kind of summary and after coming up with a few jokes, they decided to start writing down their lines.

“We need some paper,” Magnus mumbled, reaching out to open Alex’s notebook where it lay on the floor and opening it in the back to start writing.

“Magnus, wait-“Alex said, eyes going wide when she saw him taking the notebook but it was too late. Magnus had already opened at the very back, where an all too familiar handwriting looked up at him.

Dear Magnus,

I am appalled to know you have never seen The Exorcist or The Shining. I am truly disappointed in you, how dare you. I don’t care if you say you don’t like horror movies, you need to watch them.


Magnus wasn’t able to read any more of it because Alex reaped the notebook from his hands. “Give that!” she yelled, eyes wide with panic as she clutched it to her chest, like it would somehow make Magnus forget what he had seen.

“You’re…” he started, looking at Alex frozen in place. He felt like someone had just thrown him inside a freezing lake. Alex was his secret admirer? “You were the one writing me letters?”

“Y-yeah…” Alex was avoiding looking at him, the notebook clutched to her chest, looking like a turtle trying to hide in its shell.

In hindsight, Magnus knew what he did wasn’t the best move, but the absurdity of the situation caught up to him. Here he was, crushing so hard on Alex for the past few months, stressing over what he should do when he realized he was crushing on his admirer too. He rejected the idea that she could ever possibly be his admirer when he had been right and she was the one he was exchanging letters with all this months. It was so ridiculous that he couldn’t help bursting out in laughter.

With his eyes scrunched close, Magnus didn’t the hurt flashing in Alex’s eyes that quickly turned to anger. With tears she refused to let fall in her eyes, she grabbed her bag from the floor and shoved the notebook inside. “I’m leaving,” she said, her voice breaking despite how hard she tried to sound normal.

Magnus’s laughter died in his throat when he saw Alex moving towards the door in a hurry, desperately trying to hold back tears. “Alex, wait!” He cried out, grabbing her wrist just before she was able to open the door and leave.

“Why?” she snapped turning back to him. “Why? So you can laugh at me more? Stupid Alex with her stupid crush, writing you fucking letters! I’m sure it’s so funny, did you show the letters to your friends so you could all laugh over them?”

Alex’s face was red with rage, tears making their way down her cheeks. Her voice was raw as she yelled at him, but she kept going. Magnus had never felt such guilt before in his life, like a hand was squeezing his heart.

“I didn’t, Alex, no one else knows about them but us,” he said. His hand was still wrapped around her wrist as Alex’s shoulders shook and he looked her in the eyes, wishing with all his might she’ll believe him.

“And why should I believe you?” she yelled. “You just found out I’ve been crushing on you like an idiot and you laughed in my face!”

“Yes, because I didn’t think you of all people would like me!” Magnus yelled back. The anger in Alex’s face seemed to subside and he took his chance to explain himself. “I didn’t think I could ever possibly be that lucky! I’ve been crushing on you since you came to this school! My friends tease me on a daily basis because I stare at you like a lovesick puppy without realizing! When you started writing to me, I tried to figure out who you were, and I wondered if it was you but rejected the idea because I didn’t think you’d like me! And then I started getting a crush on the person writing me letters only to find out that she and my crush were the same person!”

Magnus hadn’t realized how loud he had gotten until he stopped speaking. Silence fell between them as Alex stared at him with wide eyes.

“You mean that?” Alex finally asked hesitantly.

“Yes! Yes, I do! I like you so much, you have no idea, and I’m sorry I laughed at you and made you cry, I didn’t mean to do that, but the situation was so absurd and it just came out and-“

A laugh stopped Magnus’s frantic rambling. Alex was wiping the tears from her eyes as she laughed at him and Magnus’s heart swelled at the sound.

“Uh, sorry, I didn’t mean to ramble like that, I just got nervous,” he muttered, looking awkwardly to the side. Alex chuckled again and Magnus wouldn’t mind making a fool of himself all the time if it would get her to laugh.

“It’s fine, idiot,” she said. Magnus didn’t know someone could make idiot sound so much like a pet name. “So… will you stop holding my wrist and hold my hand?”

Magnus’s heart skipped a sonnet’s worth of beats. “Y-yeah.” He moved his hind down and took her hand in his. “Is this okay?”

Alex grinned at him and squeezed him hand. “I asked you to do it, didn’t I?”

Magnus smiled back happily and for a moment, they stayed there, just holding hands and smiling. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and Hearthstone came in with a tray of snacks. He stopped in his tracks when he saw the two teens holding hands, looking into each other’s eyes and smiling like they were in a romance movie. He slowly set the tray down.

“Excuse me for interrupting,” he signed. “Carry on.”

He closed the door behind him and left. Then, he opened it again just a second later and signed, “Also, if you just got together, congratulations. It was about time.”

This time when Hearth left he didn’t come back and the new couple burst into laughing at what had just happened. When they finally got their breath back and they weren’t doubled over anymore, Magnus spoke up.

“So, are we a couple now?”

Alex rolled her eyes at him with a smirk. “What do you think?” she asked and leaned in to plant a kiss on Magnus’s lips. No matter how many times he had imagined kissing Alex, he had never imagined her kisses would be so soft and sweet.

Magnus must have still been too caught up on the fact that Alex had just kissed him because he didn’t speak after Alex pulled away. Alex’s brows furrowed with worry at the silence.

“Was that not okay?” she asked quietly. A huge smile broke out on Magnus’s face, one of those smiles that looked brighter than the sun to Alex and he leaned in to kiss her again.

“It was perfect.”

anonymous asked:

How would the RFA + V and Saeran react to a bilingual MC, who uses a word in another language when she can't think of the right one in the language she's speaking? (I do this a lot with French + English, and my friends who don't speak French always give me weird looks :( )


The language I picked was the language (Punjabi) I speak at home, but I didn’t know how to spell it in english but I tried my best!!! (Most of these are actually my own experience) (Also sorry I didn’t use several languages, i just like putting my own personal stuff in here sometimes) 404 did the non-Punjabi ones! ~ Admin 626

-He convinced you to play LOLOL with him!!!
-Big mistake
-He knew that he could get loud and angry when something happened, but…
-Did not expect you to get so loud!!!!
-You said it fairly often, and he knows it’s another language, but…. WHAT WERE YOU SAYING?
-He’s asked you constantly what it means but you….couldn’t…..think of the right words?
-”It means… um…. Well. It means… Oh my god? What are the words?
-Scared the hell out of him when you yelled “FUCKING HELL” out of nowhere one day and you had to explain that  you finally remembered what you were trying to say!!! Only this time, not in Swedish!!
-MC!!! BAD!!!
- lowkey google translates anything you can’t remember for you

-The two of you were coming home from a completely boring party you had to attend
-It was full of big, important business owners and directors and you just couldn’t stand it!!!
-”HOW in the WORLD do they run their businesses??”
-”I know! They’re such…. Um… uh, como se dice…pendejos??”
-”I agree, they did seem to be lacking in the knowledge department.”
- okay that wasn’t what i asked exactly but thanks
-This happens more than you’d like to admit, but it’s a good thing he can speak Spanish
-He’ll always understand you, whether you’re speaking in Spanish or not!!!
-”Jumin? Como se dice gato?” “MC, that’s a simple word. It’s cat. How could you forget?”
-”Do you want some… some.. Um… Vino?” “? Wine? Yes, MC, please.”
-YOU’RE SO GRATEFUL THAT HE CAN UNDERSTAND YOU where would you be if he didn’t translate for you???
-He notices when you’re quiet in public and realizes that you probably just can’t think of the correct word outside of Spanish, so he’ll answer you quietly just so you don’t get embarrassed what a cutie omg

-”Shit… what’s the word again….”
-??? So you ask him what word he’s thinking of. He didn’t figure you’d know but he told you anyway
-”I forgot the word for ‘safinat fadayiya’”
-????? Did he not realize you’ve been able to get into his house since the beginning
-Now the two of you speak Arabic around the others just to be jerks
-Not even Jumin knows Arabic
-You don’t say anything meaningful, either. It’s usually random sentences!
-So every time you forget a word, he’s got your back! So long as you you do the same for him
-Except if you forget a word at the gate, he’ll let you suffer and laugh at you
-Well!!!! Until you get angry enough at least. Then he’ll let you in and hide from your cute wrath

-He didn’t even know you could speak another language
-Honestly always thought that you were muttering or making words up
-That’s why he always gave you a weird look
-One day though, you were mid-conversation with him and blanked on the word
-”Do you want to go get…. Um. Get…crème glacée?”
-”….Get what?”
-”Crème glacée. You know… the uh, frozen milk stuff you like to eat!”
-”You..mean ice cream? You’re saying ice cream?”
-”YES! YES HEY!!! That thing! Thank you!”
-”What the hell was that? Made up words? What the fuck?”
-Saeran it….. Was….. French, sweetheart. Not made up
-??? He was really confused but took your word for it
-Tries to learn French secretly so he can help you next time instead of looking at you like you were crazy

- you’re actually lowkey worried about him???
- He’s so pretty!!!
- What if he gets jinxed and he becomes ugly because his looks are shown off so much??? Literally my grandma has said this to me and my cousin after she and i dressed up one time
- you always try to encourage him to wear sweats and other lowkey clothing so no one will be drawn to him! (of course only when you two are trying to do something in public together, you wouldnt try to get him to do that for anything job related)
- but he just doesn’t get it??? He never listens to you but you never really explain why bc you feel so embarrassed believing in this!!!
- but one day you two get into a terrible argument about this
- “I just don’t get it! Are you jealous of the other girls giving me attention?”
- You start tearing up because that’s so far from it, you completely trust him
- “Nazaar, okay?! I just don’t anything happening to you!!!”
- Zen is just like wtf did u just say, was that even human or are you just choking wtf
- “Oh god sorry, I didn’t mean to use Punjabi but I don’t know another word for it. It’s kinda like jinxing but it’s more intense? But basically by showing off your looks, other people might want something bad to happen to you and you might turn ugly!”
- but he understands it’s part of your ritual and he lets you do these little rituals to ward away the “nazaar” because it’s cute that you worry that much <3

- you’re helping out at the shop when you run out of cardamom to put in the chai! sUCH A TRAGEDY
- but you can’t remember what it’s called??? You can’t tell Jaehee???
- “MC, what’s wrong?
- “We’re out of that one spice!!!”
- you decide fuck it and you’re like “We’re out of leche!!!”
- Jaehee goes wide eyed because you can speak another language wtf
- She actually knew what you were saying because Jaehee knows Hindi and that overlaps with your language a lot
-yes Jaehee knows Hindi don’t question it okay
-You two start trash talking the customers in Hindi/Punjabi

- This boy got a cute owl figurine at a store!!!
-smh what a hipster *eye roll*
- He puts it in your room bc it’s so cute!!!
- but when you see it, you freak out???
- “wait what’s wrong with it MC???”
- “Nazaar lagna!”
- He just looks at you like ??? what did you say to him???
- What did you just say about his son
- “Oh sorry um, in my culture, owls are considered bad luck?”
- okay but what u did u just say MC udumbhoe
- “I just said you jinxed me, I mean it’s worse than a jinx but that’s the best way I can say it”
- He spends the rest of the night asking you to say other words in Punjabi cause it’s so pretty
-asks you to call him Daddy in your language (just kidding that’s Jumin)


So I had a REALLY weird dream and I wanna add context to it because key word “weird”; Lance was originally kidnapped from his home when he was really young by the Galra but then the Blade of Marmora rescued him and raised him until years later, they sent him back to Earth for safety reasons because the war was getting intense(???) and he’s too young for such environment. 

For awhile, after he was sent back home (outside existence was still kept secret from public’s knowledge), the BoM actually kept in touch with him because they came to be more like his family than his biological one and that’s when they wanted to learn Lance’s mother tongue since he’s known Galra and some other space languages.But one day, things suddenly changed and there was no word from the BoM at all. 

Lance was really worried about them but when he figured he could find out what happened to them through enrolling into the Galaxy Garrison, he got in (guess that’s why the simulators were damn hard for him, cuz they were primitive af compared to what he got used to with space tech) and so the Voltron thing  happened. 

Then bada bing bada boom, this happened when the BoM wanted to be allies with Voltron and found their little one, but figuring out they were okay all along, Lance was raged and the argument ensued between Thace and Lance in a mix of Galra and Spanish because it was personal, then Allura tried to intervene but Lance was fast to shut her down the same way she always did to others, mostly him but in Altean so no one else can interrupt him. While the others just stand aside because they can’t argue with Lance if they don’t understand a word he’s saying. 

Yep, this turn out a rant so bye.


Female characters with angry or distracted french s/o

// Alright no problem bab. Here they go. I find this one really funny. I sometimes speak english in my free time which makes my family so confused. I am worried I might have messed up so have a giphy.

Originally posted by goobermation


💋 She was just jealous over that one guy in bar. You started to talk to very nice. Too nice. Whats the big deal you say? It is a big deal. Amelie adores to have all of your attention only for herself and you probably flirted with them when she left. How can she be sure? How she is supposed to not be mad?

💋 There goes your quarrel.

💋 But when you said your arguments in french.

💋 Amelie freezes.

💋 First she is so suprised.

💋 And happy. Really happy.

💋 ,,Say it again chérie. Please.”

💋 You literally found Widowmaker’s only weakness. Speaking in french.

💋 Lets go. Thats it. Amelie will argue with you 24 hours per day if she can only hear your accent.

💋 When you talk in her national language it literally melts her heart. She feels so warm inside and thats a change. To be honest its an achivment you know her heart is slower and colder but you still managed to make her melt.

💋She loves that you understand french now she can flirt with you privately. No one around her knows french. Only you.

💋 You make her feel like she is back in France. Like home.

💋 Be prepared to hear from her a lot of compliments and sweet words in french. ( and maybe some dirty talking from time to time )

💋 ,, Je t'aime ma chérie. Je ne peux pas imaginer la vie sans vous. Vous m'a sauvé de la solitude.”

Translation: I love you my darling. I cannot imagine life without you. You saved me from loneliness.


🌈 You were doing some important reports for overwatch team. It really stressed you out. And then there goes your jumpy girlfriend. She really suprised you with back hug so you yelled  ,,Arrête cet amour, je fais quelque chose d'important!”

🌈 You have no idea how confused Lena was in that moment.

🌈 But then her eyes sparkled. Her mouth opens wide as she shouts maniacally.

,, Y/N. You. have. to. teach. me. your. language!”

,, But first calm down. I see your mad at me. Remember deep breathing. Inhale and exhale.”

🌈 She is really determinated to learn french but poor rainbow baby its a little hard for her.

🌈 ,,Y/N how do you spell cream blueere? Is that some kind of hand cream?”

🌈 You basically burst with laugh after her every approach of every single word. Dont worry she is okay with that. More than okay. Lena loves to see you brighter with laughter!

🌈 Whats intresting she learns faster the silly words likely Métro-boulot-dodo . She adores weird words like that.

🌈 She knows you use to speak your national language only when you are angry or distracted so when you shout angry french she is right here for you to cheer you up and kiss you in your cheek.

Translation: Métro-boulot-dodo. Métro refers to public transportation, boulot to the slang term for a job and dodo to baby talk for “sleep”. It means literally commute-job-sleep.


💻 Now let me tell you she knew for a long time that you are french after her little research she knew a lot of things about you. A lot of things.

💻  But when she was teasing you. You were so annoyed by her you couldnt resist it any longer. You screamed with fury ,, Arrêter avec cela. Qu'allez-vous sur?!”

💻 Sombra was so scared she didnt know what to do. So naturally she started to defend herself in spanish.

💻 Your quarrels look exactly like that. You say your arguments in french and she says her arguments in spanish. Its messed up

💻 Sombra secretly opens a translator in her phone so she can understand what you are saying its cheating so you did the same thing.

💻 You both came to the point where you somehow understands each other by easy words like ,,Je t'aime” or ,,Merci”.

💻 It leads you to learning each others language. Sombra is a fast learner so she talks almost as good as you in french. Almost.

💻 Sombra offers you a trip to your country but only in one condition. You have to say ,, i love you” in spanish.

Translation: ,,Arrêter avec cela. Qu'allez-vous sur?” means ,,Stop with that. What are you up to?”. ,,Je t'aime” means I love you.  ,,Merci” means thank you.

A Softer Voice

Lena deals with panic attacks

This was beta-ed by the absolutely amazing and fabulous @rtarara . She is the best. 

You can read this on AO3

Sometimes everything is too much. It claws up her throat, grasping at her tongue. Her heart beating in her chest slipping till it’s the only sound in her ears. Then the images start, slow and steady, until there’s an unending cascade, spilling, spilling across her eyes.

They bend her forward, those images, spiraling, spiraling until her head’s between her knees. Her throat closes, she can’t breathe. Tiny gasps through clenched teeth as the faces of her family play out across her eyelids.

Lex, Lex, Lex, that manic look in your eyes, “We’ll kill them all”

The voices come one after another, overlapping so it’s hard to make out each individual sound. They scream and whisper things that should never be said.

Mother, mother why? “You were never a Luthor to begin with, only a tool, a broken one at that.”

She rocks forward and back, her hands pressed to her ears. Her heartbeat hammers against her fingertips and she traces those faces with closed eyes.

She can see them coming for her, she can hear every footstep, can feel every breath against the back of her neck. She doesn’t scream; just breathes and feels as she rocks on her heels.

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A/N- I kinda dodged it a bit. I didn’t add anything severe though. I know a bunch of bad words in spanish but I don’t know why I couldn’t think of them as I wrote, and the ones that I did didn’t really go with the sentence. haha Sorry about that. Tell me what you think!

Request-Hi! Can you please write an imagine in which the reader speaks Spanish and when she’s nervous and angry she curses Spanish words and the guys (Sam and Dean) don’t understand her, so they call Cas and ask him to translate and he get uncomfortable by not wanting to curse a lot, idk if it’s any good but I would like to see it , I think it would be funny idk :/

No Pairing

Word Count- 1189

Warnings- Profanities in Spanish?

Dean and Sam were in their motel room, while you were in yours. The hunt was done but they both had something on their minds. None of the voiced there concerns for several long minutes.

“Does Y/N always talk in another language?” Dean questioned suddenly.

Sam who had been thinking the same thing shrugged, “I… think so? I think Y/N only speaks Spanish when they’re mad,” he answered, while trying to recall all the instances you had spoken Spanish.

“So it’s Spanish? What are they even saying?” Dean asked. It was as if he was hearing you for the first time.

“I don’t know?” Sam responded quickly.

“I can do Latin but not Spanish,” Dean said, shaking his head. “Maybe… Maybe we can get Cas to translate?” Dean said in a questioning tone.

“That’s probably a good idea… but how are we going to get him hear in time?” Sam questioned in return.

They were both silent, thinking of what to do. When Dean looked up, though he had a serious expression that through his brother off.

“We’re gonna have to get Y/N mad,” he said.

Sam’s eyes widened, “You… sure about that?” he asked, hoping that Dean would maybe reconsider.

It wasn’t that they were scared of you. No of course not. They were Winchesters after all, but the aura surrounding you when you were angry. No that that scared them.

“It’s the only way,” Dean responded. Though he looked overly serious for it being just a matter of knowing what it is you say in Spanish.

Sam looked down and thought about it, “What if we just… record what Y/N says?” he suggested. Dean smiled at the idea.

A week later~

You were all on a hunt, a simple salt and burn. Though you were tossed around, you hadn’t said a lick of Spanish. In fact you were pretty silent and only grunted and moaned when you hit the walls, but other than that, nothing. Dean and Sam were surprised because you were usually so- vocal.

When it was all over, you simply sighed, pointed your blade to the sky, and said, “On to the next!”

The boys looked to one another in total confusion.

“What up with Y/N?” Sam questioned.

“Hell if I know,” Dean replied and walked toward his car, keys in hand.

Sam simply followed in suit.

You were like that for a couple of days. No shouting. Not in Spanish at least, but then it happened.

You were all in the bunker. Dean was washing his car, Sam was looking for a case, and you had just showered and were walking to the kitchen for a snack, barefoot no less. To our surprise, the refrigerator was void of any food.

“Hijo de tu chingada madre,” you muttered. Though the boys weren’t there to hear you say it, nor record it for Cas to translate. You marched straight to the garage to get Dean to go buy anything that could pass as a snack. “Dean!” you shouted as soon as you entered the garage.

Dean hearing the hint of anger in your voice, stopped everything he was doing, brought his phone out, and started recording. “Yeah?” he asked nonchalantly.

“Quien diablos se comió toda la pinche comida?!” you shouted, not noticing your change in language. Dean just stared at you in confusion, “Quita esa cara de pendejo y dime!” you shouted again.

To which Dean said, “Uh- Y/N… Maybe say that again in English?”

You were taken aback. How had you not noticed that? You sighed deeply to calm yourself, “There’s no food,” you say.

“All that turned into that little sentence?” Dean said in surprise.

You sighed again, “No- but I’m serious. There’s no snacks or anything. We have to go on a food run.”

“Yeah- alright your highness,” he huffed. He took out his keys and then looked at you, “Maybe put on some shoes if you wanna go.”

You looked down to your feet and wiggled your toes, “Right. Okay I’ll be right back,” you said as you ran to your room. You put on your socks and your shoes, with lightning speed, and ran right out of your room, but of course not everything was as smooth as you’d like. You tripped over seemingly nothing and fell over, face first.

To which, Sam not only witnessed, but had hit his record button, just in case. He got what he needed and more. He was slightly surprised by the way you sounded, terrified almost. You on the other hand, just got up and rushed toward the garage.

Later that day~

Sam and Dean were hovering over the table in the library, where their phones were. They were both opened to all the saved recordings of the day. Several at that.

“You wanna call Cas now or do you want to add more?” Sam asked.

“No I think this is enough,” he paused, “Cas, we need your help,” he called.

It took Cas a few more seconds than usual but he arrived and stood behind the boys, “What is it?” he asked.

“We need you to listen to these and translate,” Dean answered.

“Before you ask, they are recordings of Y/N. They talks in Spanish sometimes and we wanna know what they say,” Sam added.

“Yeah” Dean said.

Cas looked from one brother to the other, “Why don’t you just ask Y/N?” he asked.

“Yeah that’s not gonna fly,” Dean said curtly.

Cas sighed and nodded, “Okay.”

Dean played one first:

“Quien diablos se comió toda la pinche comida?!” you had shouted. “Quita esa cara de pendejo y dime!” you shouted again.

Cas’ eyes widened just a tad but he cleared his throat, “Here they say… ‘Who ate all the food?’ and then they say, ‘Stop making that… face… and tell me’.”

Sam scrunched his brow, “That’s it?”

Cas looked a bit uncomfortable, “There were some words I rather not say…”

“Really?” Sam asked.

“Y-Yes,” he responded.

“How about this one?” Sam asked, hitting play to his first recording of when you tripped on air and fell on your face earlier, but Cas said it was the same as before.

Dean played another one, from when you were out on the food run. A guy clearly ran into you and got mad at you for it. You of course shouted at him to no end.

Cas couldn’t finish listening to the recording. “I cannot repeat those words,” he said, his voice shaking a bit.

“What’d it say?” Dean questioned.

Cas squirmed a bit “All I can say is that… Y/N may have said assbutt, but the rest I cannot say,” he said and immediately left.

“Cas!” Dean called again but he did not return.

They both sighed.

“Well that answers that,” Sam said.

“Yeah,” Dean chuckled, “But who knew Y/N said things that even Cas is too scared to repeat.”

Sam laughed, “Yeah, I wasn’t expecting something like that.”

“Neither was I but now I have more words to learn,” Dean said leaving the library.

“Dean no! You already say a lot of profanities!” Sam shouted after him.

“Not enough!” Dean responded.

Hope you liked it! x)

Perfect Tenses

So as someone who was a victim of the flawed American education system i feel like a lot of grammar concepts were taught poorly in school so here I am trying to do my best to help y’all out. The reason for this mostly being that it is difficult to learn a language if you don’t understand all the lingo. Hopefully I did a decent job with this.

*note i used Spanish in this as an example because it is my best target lang*

In grammar, “perfect” refers to something that has been completed. Perfect tenses focus on something that was completed in respect to a specific point in time. The perfect tense is created by using a helping verb, haber in Spanish, plus a past participle. In English the helping verbs is “have” and its various conjugations, It is used to create sentences such as, “ I have already seen that movie”, with the word “have” indicating that you had already seen the movie before and the word “watched” is in its past participle form. Altogether this helps show that you have already completed an action in the past. You will notice that the past participle does not change tense but the helping verb “have” does:

“I have watched that movie already”- present perfect

“I had watched that movie already”- past perfect

“I will have watched that movie already”- future perfect

These sentences have different meanings but the only thing that changed was the tense of the helping verb.

Katsugeki/Touken Ranbu ep. 9 *Spoilers*

Last week I didn’t make an analysis although I said I would because a lot of people were already posting the things I was planning, but this week I DO have a lot of things to say on my own.

So, here we go:

This week, as I see it, we have two  protagonist: Mustunokami Yoshiyuki Obviously and Horikawa Kunohiro. Let me explain you why.

We started the episode with Kunihiro’s blade, later on, we do see all of them in their swords form before the sakura’s petals blow up, showing our guys in their human form. So yeah, I was happy since the very first seconds just for seeing this I just love this guy so much is driving me insane.

Then the moment we all been waiting for. All week I was sure they would have to go and try to protect Hijikata, but it ended to be Ryoma, so my first reaction was “well, this will be interesting”.

Well, he seems to be really happy just knowing he is right in the same place Ryoma is

Is just me or he does really have a sad look?

After knowing they would be looking after Ryoma I was expecting this, it was obvious that Mutsunokami would show this… admiration and devotion to his former master. I bet not only him, but all Toudan’s remember perfectly their time with their masters, I wander… does that make them feel nostalgic for all the good times they spend with their beloved masters? or it makes them feel lonely or sad? well, I guest it depends on the sword itself (or should I say “himself”?)

This… I was sure Mutsunokami would be begging to Kane-san to let him go and be one of the group that would be the closest to Ryoma’s way, at first I thought “well, he’s being too mature” but now I’m not sure.

Then we have all this little KaneHori interactions that have actually a lot of meanings. Again, watching the episode for the first time I had to watch it twice before doing this analysis, I just tought “well Kunihiro is just too empathic, he is always looking after others, so he is worried for Mutsunokami, Kunihiro himself has been keepings his feelings to himself so he must be thinking that Mutsunokami was doing the same”.

I’m not saying that I was wrong ‘cause I still think that he was concerned over Mutsunokami, but after the end of the episode… well, I bet that it wasn’t the only thing on his mind. He even asked Kane-san if go and see their former masters was forbidden, so that means that Kunihiro was contemplating the possibility of go and see Hijikata?

And, once again, the fights don’t let us down

At this point I was like “just move, you fucking idiot, go and save him”. I know everything was going too well to be truth when Kunihiro, Kane-san and Yagen defeated their opponents without a problem, and then this happened. Actually, this was the only option Mutsunokami had, history was already changing, so he actually did the right thing!! otherwise Ryoma would have been captured or even murdered, this was the only way history would not change completely.

Look at his face and the way he tries to be carefull while healing Ryoma’s hands, this is way too much for me. The only thing I was confused about was Mutsunokami attempts for not talking.

Can we just take a moment to appreciate how much Kane-san trust Mutsunokami? I’m not sure if this appreciation occurred after Mutsunokami saved him from drowning or not, the point is that I was fangirling so fucking hard on this part.

At this part everything made sense. It was impossible for me to not notice that Mutsunokami not only shared the accent whit his former master, but also their voices are too alike. 

The important of this part: Mutsunokami actually said he like to run away with Ryoma, he wanted to be back on his side, and he could actually do it, none of the others TouDan’s were near, he could told Ryoma “let’s get out of here so they won’t catch you” and stay by his side ‘till the very end. But he didn’t, he knew this had to happen on a certain way and that was the best dor everyone. I was so proud of him and I bet Kane-san was proud too

I just can’t ignore the fact that everyone is standing there, ready to figth, but Tsurumaru is just sitting there, in the middle of the ground… I just don’t know how the hell he is that fast

I just love the way they act with each other, they’re just like tsundere brothers(?)

Mutsunokami protecting Ryoma, it was obvious that something like this would happen, but Mutsunokami litteraly let him know he was his sword, and using the same words Ryoma used to describe his sword…

I can’t even explain how epic this moment was. I thought Ryoma would pick up Mutsunokami’s gun, but lending him the sword… is just too much for me, okay?

The end of the episode to me were both, heartmelting and heartbreaking.

This part was heartmelting. Here we can see the love Mutsunokami feels for his former master in the purest way possible. Asking Ryoma to not throw him away even if he can be used, to let him stay by his side to the very end… Mustu loves Ryoma to this point

Everything was fine for me, I was happy till this point, but watching Kunihiro’s face… 

“‘Til that moment”

“Be by his side until he dies”

“But that’s…”

I’m mexican, so is easier for me to watch it with the spanis subs, sorry if it doesn’t match with the engdub’s

This!! this was when everything made click in my head!!! everything made sense, his questions, his reactions, the sadness on his eyes and his expression… he wasn’t only concerned for Mutsunokami, he was also thinking about himself, but not in a selfish way, he was thinking about Hijikata. he was thinking about seeing Hijikata again, he was thinking about what he would do if he  do see his former master again, would he go and talk to him? would he avoid him? would he let the history keep its course as Mutsunokami did or would he do something to save Hijikata?

And his voice while saying those last lines… He can’t understand Mutsunokami for saying that. No, actually he wonders if Mutsunokami does know the true meaning of those words… Kunihiro did stay be his master side until his very end, kunihiro saw him die and couldn’t do entything to protect him… my boy… my precious, sweet and innocent boy is suffering by only remembering that day… 

By the look of it, I’m completely sure they will be send to Hakodate. I bet all my money on it. That episode will be heartbreaking for sure.

By the way, as I already say, I watch this anime with spanish subs, if you guys want the engdub let me know it so I can look for it.

Also, If you are from Latin America and you want to read my post in spanish, let me know it to, I’ll be willing to do my post in both languajes, English and spanish