look at me using my french here

So this is thanks to @wheeloffortune-design’s art/AU proposal about a world where Jack doesn’t play hockey and is a chubby history nerd. I got thinking about him as Bitty’s French tutor who got dragged unwillingly into a Youtube series, and @udnoestaaqui proposed that the series’ viewers had trouble figuring out if it were fiction or reality, and well…. (Thanks to Talhi for help with the French!)


You really can’t blame them for wondering. Jack Zimmermann has an online photography portfolio that says he’s doing a minor in Fine Arts at Samwell, and he (along with Larissa Duan) is listed as a camera operator for fellow Samwell student B. Knight’s self-produced documentary Patriarchy In/Action. Fans can point out that there are camera angles and tricks he seems to enjoy in his photography that are used in Cuisiner en Français but have never been seen before in Check Please!  It would make sense if a long-time Youtuber like Bitty had teamed up with a fellow Samwell student and budding auteur and tried to make the next social media sensation.

Not to mention? It’s so meta. It works on so many levels.

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Dean Winchester One Shots

1. Dean Winchester fluff

2. You are better than that (smut)

3. Look good for you (smut)

4. Things I want us to experience

5. You always make me feel better (smut)

6. Relax Dean (steamy fluff)

7. Daddy’s little angel

8. Dean may care

9. Halloween fun (smut)

10. Closer (smut)

11. Slow and Easy (smut)

12. I’m Here! (Smut)

13. In the heart of the sea

14. Movie Night

15. Control (SMUT)

16. No Right

17. The start of something good

18. Red-Handed (smut)

19. The French Dildo - in collaboration with @nichelle-my-belle and @mysupernaturalfics (smut)

20. The power of fear

21.Changes (smut)

22. Love Bites

23. Wash your hands

24. Running Hot

25. Queen of Hearts

26. Perfect (not actual smut but a bit more than implied too)

27. Starting Fires

28. Putting up a Fight

29. Out in the Rain

30. The Real Thing (Smut)

31. Meaning in my Life

32. Follow your Heart

33. Long Night

34. Stuck with Me

35. Behind Closed Doors (Smut)

36. Pieces of the Heart

37. That Kinda Girl

38. Dark Sorrow

39.  White Christmas

40.  Just Another Monday

41.  Who You Are

42.  Lost and Found

43.  Heathen

44.  Wake Up Call (Smut)

45. You Were The One

46. The Best He Can

Forgotten Anniversary (Shawn Mendes)

Hey loves,

requests are open!

Request:  HII! Can you mayne write something where shawn is in relationship with reader but he’s spending a lot of time with Camilla recently in studio, bc they are writing a song, and then Shawn forget about their anniversary or reader’s birthday? // sorry for my english, its not my first language //

Thank You all for your requests!

Enjoy!

Originally posted by itsmsletsp

I was never a really jealous person so I didn’t mind Shawn hanging out with Camila, I knew she was a nice girl and I knew that Shawn loved me. But seeing him this morning rushing through the doors to not be late for breakfast with Camila made me slightly mad. I hope he didn’t forget that today is our anniversary. After all he made the reservation at our favorite restaurant. 

**

Sitting at the restaurant I looked at the time for the 10th time under 10minutes. He was half an hour late. He was never late, always early. I looked at the male waiter asking for the check on two champagne glasses. “I guess he didn’t come?” he asked. I nodded. “I’m really sorry. But he’s an asshole if he left you alone, especially looking this nice” I smiled looking at him. He quickly turned his head to look at the time. “Do you mind waiting for me? My shift ends in 15minutes” looking at him I thought what Shawn would say, but honestly, I don’t care about him right now. “Okay”

**

Probably we looked stupid sitting at the mcdonald’s with our fancy clothes but it was fine. “No!” I gasped at him. “You did not say that to her!” “I actually did. That was the last time I heard of her” Cole answered laughing, “Well of course you idiot, you can’t say to a girl I’m in a bit of a hurry, so can you make it quick. You are unbelievible“ I said throwing my french fries at him. With this move we started mini food war between us. I looked up when I heard a very familliar voice saying my name. „What are you doing here?“ Shawn murmed looking at me. „Enjoying my evening“ I said through my teeth. Blood rushing when I saw Camila behind him. „Yeah, I can see. Why with him?“ Shawn looked at him with disgust „Well Shawn, you shouldn‘t be mad at Cole. Thanks to him he made my evening from shit to an actual really fun evening“ I smiled at Cole. „Let‘s go“ I said standing up with Cole. Quickly Shawn hands wrapped around my wrist. „Let go of me“ I grunted looking at him. „You‘re sleeping in a living room tonight“ I angrily said and taking Cole‘s hand walked out of the mcdonald‘s. „Well you were a badass, Y/N“ smirking Nate looked at me „Oh shut it Cole“ 

**

Walking through the door I saw Shawn sitting in our living room with head in his hands. Hearing the outside door shut Shawn jumped on his feet „Y/N. Thank God you‘re safe“ he started coming closer. „Don‘t bother Shawn“ „Look, I‘m sorry. I didn‘t mean to forget our anniversary“ „Sorry won‘t do shit“ I replied looking at him with disappoint in my eyes. He hurt me bad this time.

**

I groaned looking at the clock which showed 3am. Turning to my other side I looked at the window. It was empty and uncomfortable sleeping without Shawn on my side. Him wrapping his hands around my body, murming sweet things. I could hear Shawn groaning while moving again and again. I promised myself that I would be hard on him but I just couldn‘t take it anymore. Silently I tiptoed down the stairs. „Shawn“ I whispered staring at him. From my voice he quickly turned to my side. „Y/N..“ „I can‘t sleep“ I murmed but seeing him opening his arms small smile appeared on my face. He pulled my body closer to his leaving kisses on my neck. „I‘m“ peck „So“ another peck „Sorry“ he left kiss on my lips this time. I let out breath I was holding in. „I know you are“ I whispered putting my head on his chest. After moving around for the 10th time Shawn groaned „That‘s it. We‘re going to our bed“ he said and quickly put me in his hands. I slighly laughed. „I swear to god if you‘re going to hit my head somewhere“ I threatened him laughing. „I won‘t“ he smirked kissing me. I love this dork.

the secret santa au

suggested by @iggydabirdkid! at literally 11:59 PM but it’s still december 1st nonetheless. will you ever know what sombra’s gift is? probably not.

  • one of the truly beautiful traditions (started by tracer) of overwatch is the yearly secret santa
  • everyone from overwatch’s invited, and their significant others, which means that talon’s invited too.
  • it’s easier to get gifts for some than it is for others.
  • take winston
  • last year, lena bought him a monthly delivery of a ten-kg jar of peanut butter (lasting for a year) and no one had ever seen him look so happy
  • and then you have sombra and no one knows anything about her so congrats to that lovely person who has to get her a gift
  • they all sit around in a circle on december 1st and lena claps her hands like a little kid and widow pretends not to be endeared
  • s76 holds a santa hat in his lap, filled with slips of paper
  • one by one, each person (or robot) comes up and takes a paper
  • (HI GUESS WHO I PUT TOGETHER YEP IT’S THE SHIPS™ BET YOU’RE SURPRISED)
  • (and because i’m symbra TRASH this is mostly gonna follow their quest for gifts)
  • symmetra opens her slip and sees, in neatly printed, bright purple words, ‘SOMBRA’.
  • she kinda freaks out a little bc she expected to get bastion or something but then she just sits and thinks.
  • while satya’s thinking, sombra retrieves her slip, and sees symmetra’s name written on it in pastel blue
  • internally she’s like ‘YASSSSS BISHHH’ because she has a massive crush on satya but she keeps a poker face
  • she looks up to see satya studying her intently, and blinks.
  • ‘hey, princesita!’ she calls, and satya looks up, flushing, and she’s really cute and- wait. up. her eyes went up.
  • up. which means they were down before. which means they were looking at sombra’s lips. sombra files that away and makes a mental note to obsess over it later.
  • ‘what ya lookin’ at?’
  • satya blinks at her, then turns and walks away. sombra looks after her, confused.
  • ‘don’t mind her!’ lena calls, and then abruptly there is an orange mass flying at her. tracer comes to a stop just in front of her, but her momentum sends them both tumbling.
  • lena leans in close. ‘she’s a bit shy around people she likes.’
  • and then she blinks away, and sombra’s eyes go wide.
  • likes. satya likes her.
  • oh.
  • she spends the next twenty-four days at literally every store in the world (courtesy of hacking)
  • jewelry? would satya like jewelry? no. she can make her own out of hard light. sombra blows out a sigh and speeds past to the next store.
  • ‘sombra,’ gabe says over the com. ‘we’re on a mission.’
  • ‘and tokyo has some of the best gift stores in the world.’ sombra snaps. she got two hours of sleep last night and she’s really stressed. ‘your point?’
  • ‘that we’re still part of a team dedicated to killing people and you can’t just leave. sombra, just get her something and come back.’
  • sombra yanks her fingers through her hair frustratedly. ‘i can’t just get her something, gabriel, amélie, you don’t understand! i have to make a good impression and she’s beautiful and kind and i want her to trust me because when she smiles i feel like my insides have reoriented themselves and i just want her to like me, and so many people don’t that it’s not hard to think she won’t either, but i just really want her to smile at me and think i’m a good person and i need- joder, i just need a gift!’
  • ‘well, here we are,’ gabe says, and sombra turns to see amélie and gabriel, dressed in street clothes, widow with aviators perched stylishly atop her nose.
  • ‘first,’ widow says, rubbing her hands together, ‘you need an element.’
  • ‘a.. wha?’
  • ‘element. let’s see. what does satya like?’
  • ‘i don’t know- wait, actually, i do. neat things. pretty things. useful things?’
  • ‘so aesthetic, maybe a bit of practicality. let me guess. blue. good. gabriel?’
  • ‘you’ll need some sort of blue cloth, perhaps. and something to counter it- perhaps purple would work, considering your colour scheme. it has to be something from the heart.’
  • ‘why- i thought the mission-’
  • ‘the mission can fuck itself. we’re here for my little sister.’ 
  • ‘and my daughter,’ gabe adds, and sombra’s legitimately tearing up a little.
  • widow whips a cell phone out of her leather trench coat and dials a number, speaking in rapid-fire french. she looks up after a moment.
  • ‘paris fashion boutique. they can have premium blue silk in ten minutes.’
  • ‘make it two,’ gabe says grimly, and moves through the rack of japanese silk, picking out a light purple number and reaching for one of the daggers in widow’s boot. he slices through the cloth, cuts it into the shape of symmetra’s design spray.
  • widow hangs up. ‘got it.’ she tosses a really expensive package of blue silk at him, and he takes it, cutting it into a cool design and gluing the two together. a clerk runs toward them, staring at the scraps of cloth that are probably worth more than a few million dollars, and amélie tosses a cheque down before they disappear.
  • ‘think about it,’ gabe says as they hold onto the grappling hook (which is attached to a nearby plane). ‘what do you think symmetra would appreciate?’
  • ‘i don’t know.’
  • ‘well, what do you like?’
  • ‘hacking. and horchata caliente. and girls.’
  • ‘hey, amélie!’ gabe shouts. ‘is symmetra into girls?’
  • amélie blinks, shrugs. gabe sighs.
  • ‘we’ll think of something.’
  • they do.
  • the day rolls around, and sombra approaches symmetra nervously.
  • ‘hi,’ she says, hands behind her back, and satya looks at her and grins. sombra tingles.
  • ‘hello,’ she says. ‘did we get each other?’
  • ‘it seems so.’
  • ‘excellent! i’ll go first.’
  • symmetra reaches out, and sombra blanks, because satya’s touching her hand oh my god she may not live to see tomorrow oh my god oh my god fuCK HOLY FRICK WHAT DOES SHE DO DOES SHE- ARE HER HANDS SWEATY THIS IS BAD OH HECK HECKITY HECK
  • symmetra smiles. ‘and… done!’
  • sombra blinks, looks down, and flexes her fingers to see if they’re still in shock. to her surprise, her nails do something weird and suddenly she has fuckin claws like wolverine what the hell
  • they’re purple. sombra appreciates that.
  • ‘there.’ satya smiles adorably.
  • ‘HOLY SHIT I COULD KISS YOU I FUCKING LOVE WOLVERINE OH MY GOD CAN I KISS YOU-’
  • silence.
  • ‘um. i didn’t mean to-’
  • satya kisses her breathless.
  • she pulls back after a moment, fingers skating over sombra’s jaw, and for the first time in her full however many years of life, sombra’s rendered speechless.
  • ‘the gift-’ sombra stutters, and satya smiles at her, and her heart melts.
  • ‘we have time for the gift, later.’
  • she pulls her close.
  • ‘right now, i have you. and you’re the best present i could wish for.’

shippy plots that make me happy as a clam

  • preacher’s daughter falls for a bad boy
  • my big brother’s best friend is cuter than a button and he keeps ‘accidentally’ brushing his hand against mine and ‘accidentally’ stumbling into my room trying to look for the bathroom even though he’s been here a million times
  • i’m an up-and-coming model/actor/singer and paparazzi follow me everywhere but i really like you, even though the tabloids will talk about rumors about us all the time
  • since my parents can’t stand you, i have to sneak out my window to date you when they think i’m doing my french homework in my room
  • i’m the princess and you’re a wanted thief and we sneak into the woods every day for picnics
  • i asked you out as a joke but then i developed feelings for you
  • you want kissing lessons because you’re trying to impress someone experienced but you’re actually really good at this and you’re the sweetest person i’ve ever met and the person you’re trying to impress doesn’t deserve you

anonymous asked:

Headcanons for Komaeda flirting a la Pepe le pew for Hajime? (That would make me so happy)

Anon I will be completely honest here, a lot of people requested something to do with Pepe and I must say thanks to you guys I got to rewatch some of my childhood again :’)

Request: Nagito Komaeda flirting like Pepe le Pew for Hajime Hinata

- “Hinata - kun!”

- Hinata was just lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, he opened one lazily and looked at Komaeda

- “What”

- Komaeda just smiled and kissed Hinata’s cheeks multiple times, and then with a quite terrible French accent

- “It is love at sight first non?”

- “What? Why are you using a French accent all of a sudden?”

- Hinata then opens his other eye and gives Komaeda a confused look

- “Oh dear, what could the matter be? Oh dear, what could the matter be? Oh dear, what is the matter, my love is so long and so fair. He promised to bring me a bunch of big kisses, he promised to bring me a bunch of big kisses

- Komaeda then leans down so that their noses are touching and whilst still keeping up that French accent he goes

- “Honey, I am waiting, but where are those kisses?”

- Hinata is confused but he can’t stop himself from blushing

- “I-If you just wanted a kiss you could’ve just said… Idiot…”

- Komaeda let’s out a little laugh before pressing his lips to Hinata’s

- Hinata rolls his eyes but gladly kisses him back, he pulls at his hoodie causing Komaeda to be on top of him

- After they part for air Komaeda smiles at him

- “What?”

- “Pepe certainly knew how to flirt”

- “Did you seriously get inspired by an animated skunk?”

- He doesn’t reply, he just kisses Hinata’s face all over

- I hope he drops the French accent

- He doesn’t, not for a while at least

9

Carl Grimes in every episode - Service

Well, pardon me, young man and excuse the shit out of my goddamn French, but, did you just threaten me? Look, I get threatening Davey here, but I can’t have it. Not him, not me. Carl, just put it down. Don’t be rude, Rick. We are having a conversation here. Now, boy, where were we? Oh, yeah. Your giant, man-sized balls. No threatening us. Listen, I like you, so I don’t wanna go hard proving a point here. You don’t want that. I said half your shit, and half is what I say it is. I’m serious. Do you want me to prove how serious? Again?

Promise- Thomas Jefferson X Reader

I sat in shock, watching one of my best friends arguing why we shouldn’t send aid to France in their time of need. What shocked me more was that me and Jefferson shared the same view point in our lives, for once.

I looked at President Washington, trying to read his emotions but he was unreadable.

“Uh… do whatever you want. I’m super dead.” Hamilton ended and I clenched my fists, about to stand up.

“Enough.” The president said and I took a breath in relief. “Hamilton is right.” He said and my mouth almost dropped open.

“Mr. President-” Jefferson tried but one glance from Washington shut him down.

“We’re too fragile to start another fight.” He said and I stood up, my anger blinding me and I exited the room. I entered the hallway and I felt tears about to make their way out of my eyes. I stayed out there in the hallway, pacing for a good half hour and I turned to walk towards the exit when I felt someone’s hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see Alexander.

“What?” I asked him venomously and he looked at me, taken aback.

“Are you alright?” He asked slowly.

“You never asked my last name, Alex. You never once pieced together that Lafayette is my brother. You never once assumed even though me and Lafayette were so close the entire time he was here that he’s my brother and that you’re breaking your promise to him.” I told him, trying to keep control of my emotions. I didn’t cry, no matter how much I wanted to because I knew that he would use that to his advantage.

“Your brother’s a smart man, he’ll be fine.”

“It’s not him I’m worried about- it’s the people he’s leading.”

“Exactly they’re unfit to fight!”

“Much like I thought America before the war.”

“But we won-”

“With Frances aid.”

“We’re too fragile to fight. The statement of neutrality has been made.”

“I’m going to France then.”

“No. I promised your brother I would keep you safe.” He said.

“You can’t force me to stay.”

“You could be killed.”

“He might be dead so why would my life matter?” I asked him and he paused.

“Jefferson!” I heard him call out and I spun around to see Thomas Jefferson looking at him quizzically from the other end of the hall and he walked towards us.

“If you called me here to rub your victory in my face, I do not appreciate it.” He said cooly.

“What? No. Not yet anyway. I have a question.” He said. “Lafayette has a sister, right?” He asked and Jefferson nodded.

“Yes but she came to America several years before him. Why?”

“Would Lafayette allow her to fight in the French Revolution?” Alex asked and Jefferson looked shocked to say the least.

“No. He made me promise to try and protect her.” He said and I rolled my eyes, knowing that is something that Laf would do.

“Why you?” Alex scrunched his nose up.

“Well maybe because-”

“Alex it doesn’t matter. My brother isn’t here in the first place.” I told him and Jefferson turned over to me and looked at me in shock.

“You’re Lafayettes sister?” He asked and I nodded, a bit annoyed.

He kissed my hand, his eyes never leaving mine. “I suppose since you are friends with Hamilton that you already know who I am?” He asked and I nodded.

“Jefferson can you convince her to stay here? President Washington needs me.” Alex said and he walked away without another word.

“I hope that he has not spread too many bad rumors about me?”

“He has but I’ll try to put them aside for conversations sake.” I told him and he smiled at me genuinely.

“Thank you, Miss. Lafayette. I appreciate it.”

“Please, call me Y/N.”

“Whatever you wish.”

number one jobros fan @yukikoamagi did a “tag” on me so here we are. i’ll tag @jostenneil, @caseyballvins, @fireonallwires, @myvisagewasted, @traincat​, annnnnnnd @audikatia. oops that’s six. 

5 things you’ll find in my bag:

  • my totally not-me burberry wallet that a college friend gave me way back when that i had to start using after my flash wallet broke and that i really should get rid of because it’s not to my tastes at all and makes me look rich
  • little memo pad i write down sleepers things in
  • hand mirror my french host sister got me as a souvenir when she went to spain
  • ancient pack of juicyfruit gum that has been in my possession since time immemorial
  • lots of crumpled up receipts and scrap paper with doodles on them

5 things you’ll find in my bedroom:

  • my boyfriend, idk he’s probably around there somewhere since we share
  • my brand spanking new nintendo switch that i saved and saved for, and that i still have yet to name
  • tons of books i impulse bought at work that are like, laying horizontally on top of all the other books on my shelf
  • my litten plushie
  • wall to wall prints from fanime and nycc

5 things I’m currently into:

  • yu yu hakusho ofc
  • the legend of zelda: breath of the wild, a work of art for all times; especially the sand seals in the legend of zelda: breath of the wild
  • hem’s rabbit songs album
  • boku no hero academia, still. season 2! so soon! the fight that launched a thousand ships in glorious HD! altho tbh i’m more excited to see uraraka vs. bakugou in HD because my daughtre is an unstoppable force of nature
  • asian kung fu generation, still. the re-recording of sol-fa is so good! thanks 4 catering to me, band who never ever tours in the united states!

5 things on my to-do list:

  • my state tax return, oops, gotta get that squared away
  • applying to some better jobs where i will not feel like the World’s Most Worthless Person day after day (step two is probably getting hired but like i’m giving myself some room)
  • shrine hunting in breath of the wild even though i already accidentally beat ganon at my boyfriend’s behest. some of kass’s puzzles are too advanced for my zelda baby brain
  • exchange this eyebrow pencil sephora sent me in the wrong color for the proper color so i do not look like some idiot with brown hair and bright red eyebrows whenever i want to make myself look presentable
  • start young justice season 2 with zach and shawn, INHUMANLY LONG SIGH

5 things people may not know about me:

  • i was born with a cleft palate that gave me a pretty darn noticeable speech impediment for many years. several years of speech therapy honed it away by the beginning of high school, but i will still sometimes slip into it when talking excitedly or angrily about something. due to that cleft palate i have ALSO had a very large number of dental surgeries. 
  • i used to be a massively picky eater but now just about the only things i don’t like are coconuts and sweet potatoes. anything else can basically be salvaged with the hearty application of black pepper. (lol sorry francia this Gwen Fact was definitely inspired by some of yours)
  • my appendix has been scooped on out of me and sent away into whatever massive garbage chute they send that stuff. some of you may know this because you lived through these exciting times with me, but for those of you who don’t: now you do. appendicitis ain’t fun, my pals. but it sure makes for a good story. (and if you ever want to hear the story: it is hilarious.)
  • perhaps the easiest task you could ever undertake in your life would be getting me to cry. i’ll do it at anything. nearly all movies, some songs, the fleeting sentimental memory that i have known my best friends for a long time and they are kind of nice to me sometimes, the sight of a cat yawning, a single piano note being played in any anime ever, someone yelling at me, someone hugging me. don’t know how to react to something? cry. do know how to react to something? do that, but preferably throw in some crying for brand fulfillment. (most of my close friends and family know this; most acquaintances don’t.) takes me months to cry over the big things, though. 
  • when i was about six years old i was sought out by some kids’ talent agency that wanted to make me move to LA and like, do stuff. i was 6; i don’t remember the specifics; i only cared about pokemon and the iron giant. i do remember going to some meeting in a fancy office in san francisco, though, with my mom and dad, and talking to some guy in a fancy suit who asked me to sing something for him so i sang the pokemon theme song because that was, as i said, the only thing i cared about (besides the iron giant, which did not have many songs). bafflingly, they still wanted me even after that, probably for my perfect hair and cute face, but i said, nah, don’t want to, LA is too far away and i don’t want to leave home. so i didn’t. 
Roger’s aftermatch presser

Q. Does it mean a lot to you to put some more distance between you and your greatest rivals with this title?
ROGER FEDERER: That’s the smallest part, to be honest. For me it’s all about the comeback, about an epic match with Rafa again. Doing it here in Australia, that I’m so thankful to Peter Carter and Tony Roche, and just people… I guess my popularity here, their support, that I can still do it at my age after not having won a slam for almost five years.

That’s what I see. The last problem is the slam count. Honestly, it doesn’t matter.

Q. Had you ever envisioned winning a Grand Slam on a challenge?
ROGER FEDERER: Yeah, I guess I’ve been there before at some point. I can’t tell you which finals or – not a finals maybe, but some matches end this way. So we’ve seen it before.

I mean, you have to challenge it. If you’re Rafa, what other option do you have? Good would have been if he had gotten there, played the lob, and then challenged. Then it’s at least replay the point, isn’t it?

Of course, it’s slightly awkward to win this way. Nevertheless, emotions poured out of me. I was incredibly happy, as you can imagine. Then, of course, I was also seeing my entire support team, Mirka, everybody else going bananas. It was cool.

I knew from that point on, like, I actually did really win. That was a great feeling.

Q. Winning 18 would have been special regardless of where you had done it. Can you tell us how special it is doing it here in Australia.
ROGER FEDERER: Like you said, I think it would have been special regardless of where it was going to be. Look, this is a tournament I’ve not missed. I’ve not missed the French. I’ve missed the US Open last year. This is the one I guess that is my most consistent slam potentially.

It all started for me here. I played the quallies here in ‘99, the juniors in '98. Won my first match maybe against Michael Chang here back in 2000. I go way back. Always loved coming here, you know.

When you win down here, the journey home is not a problem. When you lose, it’s just brutal. That’s why I feel very fortunate tonight.

Q. After the semifinal you touched upon the fact that you might have tensed up a little in the final set. How were you able to focus coming from a break down?
ROGER FEDERER: I told myself to play free. That’s what we discussed with Ivan and Severin before the matches. You play the ball, you don’t play the opponent. Be free in your head, be free in your shots, go for it. The brave will be rewarded here. I didn’t want to go down just making shots, seeing forehands rain down on me from Rafa. I think it was the right decision at the right time.

I had opportunities early on in the fifth, as well, to get back on even terms. I could have been left disappointed there and accepted that fact. I kept on fighting. I kept on believing, like I did all match long today, that there was a possibility I could win this match.

I think that’s what made me play my best tennis at the very end the match, which was actually surprising to me. I went through a little bit of a lull in the fourth and the beginning of the fifth set.

Q. I assume it’s fair to say he’s your greatest rival. What does it mean to win this against him?
ROGER FEDERER: We go furthest back, you know. Novak also has been one of my biggest rivals. So have Roddick and Hewitt. I don’t like to leave anybody out, to be honest. But I’m sure I’ve left a couple out. They know who they are.

But Rafa definitely has been very particular in my career. I think he made me a better player. Him and a couple more players have done the most to do that to me because the way his game stacks up with me, it’s a tricky one. I’ve said that openly. It remains for me the ultimate challenge to play against him. So it’s definitely very special.

I said that also before the finals: if I were to win against Rafa, it would be super special and very sweet because I haven’t beaten him in a Grand Slam final for a long, long time now. Last time I guess was 2007 at Wimbledon in a five-setter. Now I was able to do it again.

We’re both on a comeback. Like I said on the court, it would have been nice for both of us to win, but there’s no draws in tennis. It’s brutal sometimes.

He should be happy. I would have been happy again to be in the finals, like I said on the court. I think this one will take more time to sink in. When I go back to Switzerland, I’ll think, Wow.

The magnitude of this match is going to feel different. I can’t compare this one to any other one except for maybe the French Open in '09. I waited for the French Open, I tried, I fought. I tried again and failed. Eventually I made it. This feels similar, yeah.

Q. Millions of people across the world saw this match. This tournament has been so wonderful with you, Rafa, Venus, Serena. Do you see this as a kind of celebration of spirit? In some uncertain times now, an event like this can help people and pick people’s spirits up.
ROGER FEDERER: I mean, I don’t know to what extent. At the end of the day, it remains sports. But sports is a powerful tool. Makes a lot of people happy. They forget about their sorrows sometimes. Not always, though, clearly.

But I feel like finals of this magnitude, big Masters 1000s, World Tour Finals, you name it, they are supposed to be a celebration of tennis. That’s why I think it’s so nice again, to have Rod Laver out on the podium. For us, I was expecting Ashley-Cooper. But Rocket’s okay, too, I guess.

It is, at the end, regardless of the outcome of the match, it’s like a Super Bowl, whatever it is, it is tennis that is at front and center.

I’m happy we were represented that well tonight with Rafa. He’s always great. That’s why I hope he’s still going to be in the game for a long time and represent the way he does.

Q. This is your first Grand Slam with Ivan Ljubicic coaching you. What does it mean to you?
ROGER FEDERER: It’s obviously special for the entire team. It was his first Grand Slam final as a player or as a coach. Obviously he was nervous all day. I tried to calm him down (smiling). The same thing with my physio, too. I think I can sense that this is not something that he’s seen so many times. Where Severin, he was totally relaxed about it.

It’s beautiful for all of us. I know how happy they are because they are more than just a coach or a physio or whatever. They’re all my friends. So we spent a lot of time, you know, talking about am I going to get back to 100%, and if I did, what would it require to win a Grand Slam.

Now we made it. We’re going to be partying like rock stars tonight. I can tell you that.

Q. The medical timeout, there were some quite adverse comments about that.
ROGER FEDERER: What is 'adverse comments’?

Q. Critical comments. I think Pat Cash said it was legalized cheating. Can you tell us what was going on there, what the reason was.
ROGER FEDERER: Look, I mean, I explained myself a couple of days ago after the Stan match. Yeah, my leg has been hurting me since the Rubin match. I was happy that I was able to navigate through the pain. For some reason against Stan I had it from the start on both sides of the groin.

After he took a medical timeout, I thought I could also take one for a change and see if actually something like a massage during the match is actually going to help me. It did a little bit potentially. I’m not sure.

And then today after probably – well, I felt my quad midway through the second set already, and the groin started to hurt midway through the third set. I just told myself, The rules are there that you can use them. I also think we shouldn’t be using these rules or abusing the system. I think I’ve led the way for 20 years.

So I think to be critical there is exaggerating. I’m the last guy to call a medical timeout. So I don’t know what he’s talking about.

Q. We know you’ve been asked about retirement for about 10 years now.
ROGER FEDERER: Seven.

Q. Your comment on the court where you said, If I’m back next year, it does invite some comment on that. How much should we read into what you said there?
ROGER FEDERER: I mean, this is all about, you know, knowing that I have only so much tennis left in me. If I do get injured, you know, maybe if I miss next year. Who knows what happens.

So it was just a way… You never know when your next Grand Slam is going to be, if ever. You never know if you’re going to have an opportunity at this stage, I felt I could thank so many people at once. It’s a live audience. It’s a moment for me to be appreciative of them.

Yeah, I mean, look, I’ve had a tough year last year. Three five-setters are not going to help. I just meant it the way I meant it. There wasn’t something planned behind it, that this is my last Australian Open. I hope can I come back, of course. That’s my hope right now.

Q. You touched on it before briefly. How does Roger Federer at your age celebrate tonight?
ROGER FEDERER: I’m a bit more experienced about it. You know, I just don’t show up and look for something. We’ve organized a party. The good thing is always to have enough people around to make a party. I have a lot of friends over here now. Made a lot of friends also locally. Then also a lot of people have just been on this trip for some time now. So we’re going to be about, I don’t know, 20, 30, 40 people depending. It’s better to party in a big bunch than all alone with one glass of champagne. I’m sure it’s going to be good fun.

I liked the days when we had the day finals, like 2004, so it wouldn’t would be almost 2:00. I still have doping to do. I have a bit of pressure to get that done.

fordsgirlfriend  asked:

That's super cool! The linguistics sode of it is super cool! I've been (more recently) looking at doing a masters in slp too! Are you planning on doing your masters with the same school as your undergrad?

im 👏 going 👏 wherever 👏 the 👏 fuck 👏 will 👏 take 👏 me 👏

lol but no actually, it does really depend where i get in! there are six english language SLP masters programs in canada (if memory serves, they’re uoft, dal, western, alberta, ubc, and mcgill? yeah), and about five french ones. right now french programs aren’t really something im looking at because ive never gotten used to using french in an academic context, and also because when i actually start working im probably going to want to do that in english.

here are my thoughts on each of the english ones bc im procrastinating. also ive been meaning to check these again so it’ll be good to have it all in one place. future tyler is thanking current tyler. maybe.

ALBERTA: prereqs are pretty basic (stats, neuroanatomy, child dev, intro ling, lang acq, cogpsych, articulatory phonetics…. i already have almost every one of these), but i dont much care for alberta. don’t rly wanna end up there personally. safety net i guess?

UBC: prereqs are fucking nuts bruh check it out. they got a whole chart and shit. plus, too far away. prob won’t even apply

DAL: “There are no specific course prerequisites required for admission.” bitch???????? excuse me?? where do i apply. also seems like their admissions averages arent overly high so. and i love halifax wtf

MCGILL: gives you lots of choice for prereqs, basically just wants a solid base in psych and ling. ive always wanted to go to mcgill so that would be rad. its close to ottawa and very Prestigious. prob hard to get in tho

UOFT: prereqs are a bit nuts but im already used to the campus, and again, That Prestige….. ill probably give it a shot

WESTERN: prereqs pretty similar to alberta but with a bit more focus on physiology which is a PAIN IN MY ASS THANKS WESTERN. nobody likes you or knows where you are. you’re not even in the fucking west shut up

and with that im going to bed goodnight 😘😘😘😘😘
heres a site with links to the all canadian slp schools http://www.sac-oac.ca/students/academic-programs

also again i hope this was relevant to what you originally asked. i no longer have any clue what the question was. thanks mobile tumblr

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 :( )

A/N:

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

*YOOSUNG
-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!!!!
-”WHAT??? ARE YOU KIDDING???? JAVLA HELVETE!!!!”
-……..MC….what?
-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?
-I DON’T KNOW MC THAT’S WHY I ASKED
-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


*JUMIN
-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??”
-???? mC SUCH LANGUAGE
-”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

*SAEYOUNG
-HE DOES THE SAME THING
-”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’”
-”Spaceship?”
-”…..yoU KNOW ARABIC”
-????? 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

*SAERAN
-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

*ZEN
- 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
- and then he reMEMBERS YOU CAN SPEAK ANOTHER LANGUAGE HOW DID HE FORGET
- “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!”
- LMAO MC WHAT YOU THINK THIS PIECE OF HOT ASS IS GONNA 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

Jaehee
- 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!!!”
-thanksMCthat’ssospecificyoumusthavegottenanAinenglish
- 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

V
- 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
- wAIT YOU CAN SPEAK ANOTHER LANGUAGE???
- “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)

Language Barrier

How about where reader is teaching Lafayette English, and maybe even a few parts where he gets frustrated because learning English is hard but the reader thinks it’s adorable?

Requested by anonymous


“Okay, one more time. ‘May I use the restroom?’” You said, slowly sounding out each word for Lafayette.

He looked at you, confusion displayed clearly on his face.

You’ve been given the task to teach Lafayette English. Lafayette was a young man from France who had just moved to America. Alex, one of your closest friends, spoke both French and English fluently. He also happened to be a close friend of Lafayette. However, he was much too busy with his own life to help. So, you volunteered to help teach Lafayette. It was harder than you anticipated. Lafayette seemed to have trouble with longer phrases and grammar. While you only knew the basics of the French language.

“M-may I uses the restroom?” He attempted. Slowly speaking as to not pronounce anything incorrectly.

You clapped at his attempt of almost pronouncing the phrase correctly. Lafayette worked very hard to learn English and he would always love it when you cheered or applauded him for his efforts. The both of you would usually meet up at either of your houses and begin the lessons. You thought that it was cute seeing Lafayette all flustered when he would say something wrong and got grouchy about it. But, overall he was very patient, even though you didn’t know much French, which lifted a huge weight off your shoulders.

“Nice job Laf! But it’s ‘use’ not ‘uses’, it’s in the singular form because you’re only one person.” You said as you patted him on the back.

Lafayette nodded, only understanding some of what you had just said. He thought it was funny how at times you spoke to him in English, considering he barely knew any to begin with. But it actually helped quite a bit, he now knew when he got things wrong and when he was successful in saying a phrase. He’s also grown to like you very much. Whenever you got flustered and embarrassed because you didn’t know much French made him smile. And whenever your eyes lit up because he said something correctly or because he was able to understand you and respond back made his stomach fill up with butterflies. 

“I’m sorry.” He said, thinking that you were telling him what he did wrong.

“No, it’s okay! We can fix it.” You said, realizing that you were probably saying phrases that he didn’t understand.

“Fix?” He asked with a quizzical look.

Oui, réparer.” You said, hoping that he would make the connection.

His eyes lit up in recognition. Lafayette nodded his head and smiled.

You blushed a bit when he smiled at you. Lafayette was very handsome and the accent that he had when he spoke English was endearing. It was embarrassing, to say the least, because of the language barrier between the both of you, it wasn’t easy to communicate.

“(Y/N)?” Lafayette asked with concern in his voice.

You snapped back to reality and apologized to Lafayette. He shook his head and told you it was alright.

The next couple of days you two spent together were actually much easier. Lafayette began to understand more and you picked up a few French words here and there.


“May I use the restroom?” Lafayette asked during one of your little meets. 

Your eyes lit up and you squealed in delight. He had gotten the phrase completely right! 

“Very good!” You praised with a wide smile on your face. 

Lafayette grinned. “Thank you very much!” 

You stared at him in awe. He was learning so quickly!

“C-Can you ask me more?” Lafayette asked, looking embarrassed. 

“Yes! Okay, um…What’s your name?” You asked with enthusiasm in your voice. 

“My name is Lafayette!” Lafayette stated proudly. 

You giggled at how cute he looked when he knew he was correct. 

“Good!” You said while giving him a thumbs up. 

Lafayette looked nervous as he began to open his mouth once more. 

“(Y/N), I l-like you,” Lafayette said, looking at you with a hopeful expression. 

You looked back at him and smiled. “Aww, Lafayette I like you too!” 

Lafayette frowned and shook his head. “Non, non.” He said reverting back to his native tongue. 

You gave a confused look. “What’s wrong?”

Lafayette looked defeated. He thought that was the saying people in America used to display affection and attraction. Apparently, he was wrong. 

Je t’aime (Y/N),” Lafayette said, hoping that you would understand. 

Your eyes widened. I love you?!? That’s what he was trying to say? Your heart began to thump loudly. 

“I-I love you too.” You said with a hesitant smile. 

“I love you too?” Lafayette questioned.

You laughed at the confusion on his face. 

Je t’aime aussi.” You said with adoration in your voice. 

Lafayette’s frown turned into a giant grin as soon as the words escaped from your mouth. He picked you up and chanted the phrase “I love you” many times as he peppered your face with kisses. 

Get a Room Pt.2

Chrismd X Reader

Summary: You and Chris decide to join the sidemen and some other friends on a trip to France.

Part 1

*2 days after you arrive*

A couple of days had passed and you had all been relaxing around the house and in the pool, recovering from the tiredness that you had accumulated from travelling. It was early morning and everyone was just waking up, you, however, had been sat by the edge of the pool with your legs falling into the water, talking with Chris. You were still wearing your nightwear, an over-sized top, he was just in his boxers. “What the hell is that,” Chris asked pointing to the side of me with a look of repulsion in his expression. I looked to my left to see a centipede-like bug next to me which was about 5 inches long. I screamed as I jumped up away from it and Chris burst into laughter from my very girly scream. “Oh my god stop laughing get rid of it” I whined at him as he continued teasing me by pretending he was going to throw it at me. After a good 5 minutes of him doing this, he gave in. “Okay, okay, I will get rid of it” He picked up the bug gently and placed it in a bush nearby and returned, he was now sitting by the pool looking up at me. “Are you gonna sit down or just stand there? Come on it’s gone now”

“You’re so annoying”

“Nah, you love me really”

“hmmm, debatable,” I said sitting down, cuddling into his side to pick up where we left off and Chris traced shapes on my upper leg with his fingers

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Love Me That’s All I Ask Of You, prologue

Summary : Y/N Y/L/N is a young member of a musical troupe in a New York theatre. Even if she’s an amazing singer, she never had the lead role in any musical played in the said theatre. But the young woman has a secret admirer who will try anything to make her the star she deserves to be. In the meantime, her youth love makes his way back to New York. Torn between two different men and struggling with her new career and the drama that it brings with it, she will have to make difficult choices.
Pairing : Bucky Barnes x reader, Steve Rogers x reader
Warnings : None for that part.
Word Count : 971 (the others parts will be longer)
Author’s Note : This is the prologue of my Phantom of the Opera AU for @stories-from-stark-tower‘s challenge. I’ll try to stay as close as possible to the original story, but I’m not going to lie, I’ll change some things. I’ll tag a few people for the prologue and if you want to be tag in the next parts, send me an ask. As always, feedback is appreciate !

Song of the title : All I Ask Of You, Josh Groban & Kelly Clarkson (I’ll post a different version of the song with each chapters)

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Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3Chapter 4 -

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“Hurry up !”, Natasha says pulling me behind her. “You’re gonna be late for your audition.”


I try to follow her the best I can towards the crowed streets of New York to reach the nearest subway station, my bag floating behind me.


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anonymous asked:

hiya, this is gonna sound weird, but i'm trying to develop my music tastes and appreciations, so i'm looking for music in languages other than english to listen to- d'ya think you could recommend any good french music for me to start out with? :)

Hiya !
Not weird at all and kudos to you !
In the oldies i recommend Jacques Brel, George Brassens and Barbara
More contemporary : Jean Jacques Goldman when he used to sing with Michael Jones and Carole Fredericks
Also Stromae, Amir, Zazie
I hope you’ll like them - i’ll try to post some of their songs in here ^^

anonymous asked:

:)-prisoner303

Send me a ‘:)’ and I will generate a number between 1 and however many icons/gifs I have and I will use that number icon/gif to create a starter. 

“TROIS, GET YOUR FRENCH ASS OVER HERE, RIGHT NOW” Honey yelled at the other 

“LOOK AT THIS” He pointed at the mess on his bed. Trois had pulled out his tools, seeming to be making some kind of a new weapon “How many times have I told you to stop using my bed as a workplace? Use your own bed!”

Confused

“Oh! Ah? Bonjour?” The boy says with confusion written all over his face, I giggle while I see the boy sway from foot to foot.

 Words: 2000+

Request: No

Rating: R


 The husky breeze nearly knocked me over once I stepped foot on the streets of Sydney. Even though I have just moved here I still have never got use to the mixed weather. My feet carry me across the pavement, heading towards the local coffee shop that I always find myself going to on my days off work.

Something about the place is just remarkably amazing. Maybe its the fresh chill colours of the hipster looking coffee shop, or maybe it was the delicious coffee and astonishing taste of the amazing pastry that the barista’s have created fresh in the morning, or the alternative music taste, or the friendly atmosphere. Whatever it was, I always came back to the local coffee shop.

Before I know it, my feet have already carried me to the front of the local coffee shop. My nearly cold hand grasps onto the gold knob on the door and swigs it open. The smell of coffee and pastries fill my nose while I make my way to the short line of costumers that can’t wait to drink the delirious coffee, or maybe bite into the rich muffins that were prepared.

“Hello Ms how may I help you today?,” The barista asks, while smiling his dimple smile. I let out a smile before looking down at the name tag. ‘Ashton’, I shrug my shoulders before speaking.

 "I’m doing great, thank you for asking.“ I state, my accent sounding strong.

 "Oh you speak French?” Ashton says, while he steps back with astonishment, his heavy head of dirty blond curls move with every step that he takes. I nod my head while giggling before saying ‘Oui’. Ashton and I both laugh before I say my regular order.

“And here is your grande size latte with nonfat milk,” Ashton says while placing the hot beverage on the counter in front of me

 "Merci!“ I say with a smile before paying Ashton and taking my regular spot. A booth in the right corner of the room. I place the beverage on the table before digging threw my bag and pulling out my favorite book that I have decided to read for the tenth time now, ‘To Kill A Mockingbird’. I peel the burgundy colour book mark from my previous page before scanning the page and beginning to read. Every now and then I take a sip a of the latte before setting it back down and burying my head into the book that I have loved since I was in high school. 

"Hello?” I hear a faint Australian accent speak, I peek my head up and I am met with viridescent eyes.

 "Bonjour,“ I speak, while staring up at the boy with red vibrant hair and wearing a black and white flannel and ripped black jeans.

"Oh! Ah? Bonjour?” The boy says with confusion written all over his face, I giggle while I see the boy sway from foot to foot.

“Je m'appelle, Y/N. Comment t'appelles-tu?” I ask while I see the boy staring down at the multicoloured table. The boy head perks up before he speaks.

“Name?” the boy ask, and I nod my head while he smiles before running his hand threw his hair. "Michael. My name is Michael,“ Michael says while smiling.

"Michael bien voulez-vous vous asseoir?” I ask while gesturing to the seat in front of me. Michael gets the hint and takes a seat before smiling and placing his coffee on the table.

“So do you speak any English?” Michael ask, once I’ve place the book mark on chapter nineteen of the book.

“Três peu” I say, while I use my thumb and index finger to show just how little I know. I see Michael nod his head in acknowledgement before sipping a bit of his coffee.

 "Are you from here?“ I ask. A smile beams on Michael’s face while he nods his head.

 "And I’m guessing you’re from France?” Michael says, while I smile and nod my head.

“Um, you’re really pretty,” I hear Michael speak after a few minutes of silence. My eyes widen at what Michael has said, while my cheeks begin to welcome rosy shade of pink on my cheeks.

 "Merci,“ I speak before dropping my head down and fiddling with the paper wrapped around my cup of coffee.

 "Hey! I have to leave in a few a minutes and I wanted to know, if you want to go out with me sometime. I know we just met and all that jazz but-”

 "Oui!“ I say while cutting Michael’s speech off.

 "Oh that’s great! Um, can I get your phone number?” Michael ask. I nod my head and Michael hands me his phone to type my phone number in. 

I laugh at how we both stand up at the same time when I am done. I grasp my shoulder bag in my hand before tugging it over my shoulder, while I grasp my coffee in the other hand. I begin making way to the door, but before I can even grasp the door handle in my hand, Michael is already opening it for me. I turn around and smile before standing on the first step of the coffee shop.

“So I’ll see you soon, Okay?” Michael speaks while smiling down at me, I smile nodding my head.

 "Oui,“ I say before I stand on my toes and press a kiss to Michael’s left cheek, once I pull away I smile before saying ‘Au revoir’ and heading back home with my favorite cup of coffee and my favorite book.                                               


After that day, Michael has called me, and we have been going out for a whole entire month. He has teach’d me English words which made me speed up my process with English instead of going to my English teacher four times a week, while I’ve taught him a few French words, mostly swear words since he begged me to do so. After Michael’s and I’s fifth date, which was at the coffee shop. He asked me if I would like to be his girlfriend, I officially said yes. Who wouldn’t want to go out with the most cutest, handsomest, and most cheekiest boy.

"Hey baby?” Michael asks while looking down at me as I cuddled into his chest more, I hum in acknowledgment before looking up and staring into Michael’s emerald green eyes.

 "Want to go on a ride?“ Michael ask while gently running his hands down my naked thigh, I nearly shiver at the sensation. I look up and smile at Michael while reaching my hand up and running it across his collar bone.

 "What do you mean by ride? Like a road trip?” I ask while doodling across his pale skin.

“No not really, just escaping for a day,” Michael says while staring down at me.

I ponder on the question before nodding my head and removing my arms off of Michael’s chest and sitting up, while I hear Michael whine from loss.

 “Come on sleepy head, get up and get ready. We have to go on adventure!” I exclaim while lightly slapping Michael’s chest with a pillow. I hear Michael chuckle before gripping my waist and turning me over.

 “I love your accent,” Michael chuckles while I roll my eyes.

 “Want to hear me say more in my accent?” I ask while Michael makes me straddle his clothed lap. Michael nods with a smirk plaster across his features.

“Get up you lazy arse, we have to escape for half of the day and I’m not gonna lay here with my lazy boyfriend while we have to go be on top of a mountain. So get up!” I exclaim while laughing. Michael places his hand on his chest while having a shocked expression on his face. I laugh while rolling off of his lap and strutting my way into the washroom and turning on the shower.

“Good to know that my girlfriend cares about me!” I hear Michael yell, while I throw Michael’s shirt onto the tile of my bathroom floor.

 "Sadly, I do!“ I yell back while stepping foot in the warm steamy shower.

                                                            ~~~

"It’s beautiful,” I state while looking at the sunset. The mellow yellow mixing into the purple which makes my heart swell at the beautiful colours. The way the sunset shows beautiful colours truly show how beautiful the world is, and how everyday we take the beauty of the world for granted.

“This is really beautiful Michael, why didn’t you show me this place before?” I ask while my eyes still stick to the beautiful scene in front of me.  

“I don’t know? You’re actually the first person that I brought up here,” Michael admits while staring at me, I nod my head in acknowledgement before finally stare into his misty green orbs.

 "Let’s listen to some music,“ I state while going into Michael’s glove compartment and going threw his CD’s.

 "Where’s my 1975 CD?” I ask while burying my head deeper into his messy glove compartment filled with CD’s that very from SlipKnot to Amy Winehouse.

 "I toke it out and left it at my house,“ Michael says while shrugging his shoulders and looking back at the sunset while adjusting his seat feather back. 

"I am disgusted,” I try to say with a serious tone just like the Vine. Michael shakes his head while laughing before looking at me. I shake my head before leaning over and pressing eject on the radio, I watch as The 1975 CD pops out. I look at Michael while I see him laugh nervously.

“You’re suck an idiot,” I giggle while leaning over the console and pressing a kiss to Michael’s cheek. I move back into my seat before putting the CD back in a pressing play as ‘The City’ begins to flood the car with its amazing beat and Matty’s beautiful voice.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” I hear Michael whisper below his breath as I looked into the sunset. I turn my head and I see him staring at me. His jade green eyes blown. I smile before leaning over and pressing a kiss to his plump cherry coloured lips.

 "You’re adorable,“ I say while smiling.

 "Get over here,” Michael chuckles while he grips my left leg in his hand and throws me over the console, I laugh as the whole scene folded out before my eyes.

 "Oh my God, Michael,“ I say while laughing into his chest. Michael shakes his head before playing with the ends of my hair.

"You know what would be a good idea right now?” I hear Michael speak once he finished singing along to ‘An Encounter’. I rise my head from Michael’s chest and stare at him while cocking my eyebrow.

 "Why don’t we-“

 "Nope not happening,” I state while looking at Michael dead serious while Michael laughs.

 "Come on babe, be adventurous,“ Michael hums while rubbing circles on my clothed hip.

 "Michael, no, and what if someone sees us?” I say while looking at him. Michael shakes his head while leaning down and pressing a kiss to my neck.

 "I’ve hang out here since I was in high school, and no one has ever came up here. Just calm down okay,“ Michael chuckles while pressing a kiss to my cartilage. I huff before pulling away and looking at him.

"If we get caught, I’m literally not gonna have sex with you for six months,” I state. Michael just shakes his head before pressing a kiss to my lips. I giggle into the kisses before draping my arms around Michael’s neck while I feel him grip my hips and gently rock me against his hips.

 "You know you look beautiful today. You in your pink skirt and my flannel,“ Michael hums against my neck while Michael’s hands fall to my bum and begin to move my hips into his growing semi.

 "Do I now,” I state with a teasing tone while running my tongue over Michael’s sweet spot before crashing my lips back onto Michael’s while still circling my hips on his while a low moan rumbles from Michael’s thoat, which makes my legs shake with excitement. 

I unwrap my arms from around Michael’s neck and slowly run my hands down his chest, while his chest heaves up until I reach his abdomen and begin to quickly unbutton Michael’s usual tight black skinny jeans.

 “Michael what if someone sees us,” Michael states while trying to mimic me, I shake my head before pulling down the zipper to Michael’s jeans, tugging off his boxers and wrapping my hands around Michael’s thick member. I giggle when I hear him suck in a breath before staring up at me and pecking my lips. I smile before running the pad of my thumb over the slick head.

 “Such a pretty cock,” I breath against Michael’s ear.

“Fuck,” I hear Michael groan, while I begin to run my hand up and down Michael’s member.

 "Gonna ride you,“ I hum, Michael begins to nod his head frantically before I feel his finger reach down and pull my panties to the side. I moan as I feel Michael’s thumb run over my clit before I feel him running the head of his member against it. I feel my body shake with pleasure before Michael slips his member into me.

"Michael,” I moan while placing my hands on his shoulder when I feel myself slipping down his member.

“Fuck Mikey, you fill me up so good,” I moan when I begin to move up and down Michael’s member as I feel his fingers begin to unbutton his black and white flannel before tugging it off my body and throwing it in the back seat before staring at my white lace bralette. 

I hear a low moan come from Michael’s lips before he begins to thrust his hips up to meet with my pace.

 “So fucking beautiful baby,” Michael whimpered into my neck while wrapping his arms around my waist. Moans, kisses, bites and groans where the only thing that slipped threw Michael’s and I’s lips. The sensation running threw my body leaves in me in an ultimate high that only Michael can give me, and I’m pretty sure that Michael feels the same way, by the way he holds my hips like its his last breath on earth or the way he whimpers into my neck when both are hips meet to make a delirious sound that only Michael and I crave. 

“So good for me baby girl, your gonna make me cum,” Michael groans while he begins to pick up his paste and thrust into me harder while I rake my hands down his chest and begin to leave love bites on his neck.

 "Fuck Michael,“ I whimper when I feel him place his index finger and middle finger on my clit, rubbing harsh circles while my legs begin to quiver as I feel my high at it’s peek. 

"Oh my god,” Michael moans while I feel Michael cum in long spurts, a whimper passes threw my lips while I feel my orgasm rake over me. My eyelids shut while my fingers dig into my Michael’s shoulder blades as my legs shake against Michael’s thighs and whimpers and moans escape my lips while Michael rides us both through are highs.

 "Feel so good baby girl. Best I’ve ever had,“ Michael moans before he is rising his hips and slipping his member out of me. A whimper slips past my lips but it is soon replaced when Michael presses a kiss to my lips.

 “Perfect. You’re perfect,” Michael breaths against my lips while I giggle escapes my mouth and the only thing you can hear in the car is our hazy breath and The 1975.    

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My Best Friend (Tom Hiddleston) CHAPTER 5

Chapter 1 2 3 4

Hello Beautifuls x Chapter five :) Pls enjoy haha xx I just want to say thankyou so much for all the nice messages I didn’t expect this many people to like my writing, it genuinely makes me so happy so thank you:) I love you :’)

“Kiss me”

(Y/N POV)

I stare up at Tom shocked and he leans down slowly brushing his lips against mine gently before pressing his deeply against mine. I gasp out and melt into his kiss, his soft lips parting mine and gently easing his tongue against mine. I let out a whimper and wrap my arms around the back of his neck burying my fingers in his hair and pulling him closer. “Y/N” he whispers against my lips, “Y/N” he says louder and things start to get darker but his voice gets louder.

“Y/N” I hear his voice and I open my eyes shooting upwards in surprise. It was a fucking dream! I must have fallen asleep after finishing cleaning up. I blink several times before looking over at Tom seeing him on the other side of the couch looking at me slightly amused. “You alright love? You moaned in your sleep” he seems to be holding back a smirk. I blush deeply realizing I had just dreamed about making out with my best friend who was sitting right a-fucking-cross me by the way! “Uhm…bad dream” I say looking away pursing my lips. “I don’t know, sounded pretty-” “shut up Tom” I look at him and he snickers. 

“I’m sorry it’s so late, I tried to come as fast as I could” he says kissing my forehead, “lets go to bed alright?” he smiles and slides his arms beneath my legs and arms lifting me up. I don’t argue and snuggle against his warmth. “Why are you always so fucking warm?” I ask tiredly and feel his chest rumble against me. “It’s a male thing” he says against my temple and I smile closing my eyes. I feel him lay me down on my bed and he takes off his shirt before sliding in next to me and pulling me close. I lay my head on his chest and fall into a deep sleep.

In the morning

“Y/N, darling, wake up” I hear Tom’s soothing voice in my ear and I groan tiredly wrapping the blanket around myself and over my head. I suddenly feel the blanket ripped away from me and I squirm whining out. “Y/N. You’re being stubborn, you can’t stay in bed all day” I hear Tom say out and I tense up hearing his tone, bossy much? Actually…It’s quite hot. I finally open my eyes and look at the fully dressed man leaning against my bedroom wall with his arms crossed. 

I look over at my clock and see its 8:30am, “why are you waking me up so earlyyyy” I whine and Tom rolls his eyes but grins at me, “you’re like a damn teenager, come on get your butt up, we’re going out.” I open my mouth to question him but Tom gives me a look and I groan out before walking to the bathroom to refresh and so on. I get myself ready and walk out my bedroom seeing Tom had made us breakfast. Men that can cook make me weak. 

I sit down and eat the meal that he’s made for us as we make small talk. “So uh, where are we going?” I ask as I take the last bite of my breakfast. Tom looks at me and smiles a little, “it’s a surprise darling.” I snort, “surprise surprise, why am I not surprised.” Tom laughs at me and I smirk at him. “You amuse me darling” Tom grins and I wink at him “I do try.” I dump our plates in the sink and run over to my shoes putting on my converse a little too eagerly. Tom laughs slightly, after making sure I have all my essentials; phone, check, wallet, check, necklace, check, keys, check we leave and get into his jaguar. 

I watch our surroundings trying to figure out where we’re headed but I realize he drives to a place I haven’t been to before. When he parks I stare out the window scrutinizing the environment, I jump as my door pops open and Tom looks down at me raising an eyebrow and giving me a hand to pull me out. I follow him as he walks in front of me, my eyes drop slightly and I watch his butt as he walks. I blush deeply and avert my gaze, good lord those pants are a little tight. 

I hear lots of people talking suddenly and sound effects and music. Tom watches as my eyes light up brightly and a squeal escapes my lips “you brought me to an arcade!” I jump onto Tom hugging him tightly and my legs clinging to his hips. He catches me with surprise and hugs me back laughing “you used to talk about how much you missed the one that closed down a couple streets from your house so…I did my research.” 

I jump down and run inside but get pulled back by Tom, “we need to get the tokens first,” I huff and follow him to one of the counters. I pull out my wallet and look up to see Tom has a bag full of tokens already, “come on darling” he wraps a free arm around my waist and pulls me towards the games. My eyes spot something in the far corner and I squeal dragging Tom towards the photobooth. “Really Y/N? First thing?” “Yes, come on.” I pull him inside and close the curtain, “put the tokens in” I’m bubbling with excitement telling Tom the poses we’ll do. 

I watch as the screen counts down and the first flash goes off, then the next three. I wait for the photos to print and I pull the strip out grinning at the photos, the first one with me and Tom looking disgusted with each other, the second one just us smiling, the third me kissing Tom’s cheek and him doing a funny face, and the last one of us doing weird faces - me with a crossed eyed duck face and Tom with his face scrunched up and as much chin as he can manage. 

Tom takes the second strip and places it in his wallet. I keep mine as well and we move on to play several games, comparing high scores in guitar hero, playing air hockey, bowling, motorcycle races, etc. After a couple of hours we head to the counter again and turn in our tickets to retrieve some prizes. Tom stands next to me with his muscular arm around my waist as I lean over to look at all the different items. I point to several types of candy, a slinky and a tiny keychain monkey. 

Tom shakes his head, “how haven’t your teeth rot yet?” I grin at him and the employee gets the items, Tom kisses my temple “I hope you enjoyed today” he smiles against my skin and I can’t help the shit eating grin on my face. “I loved it” I look up at him and he stares down at me with his intense blue eyes, his eyes glancing at my lips for a split second. The employee coughs and slides over the candy, slinky and monkey and I quickly take them into my arms “thank you.”

“You’ve been surprising me a lot recently, the ice cream shop, now this, what next Hiddles” I say looking up smirking. Tom opens his car door for me and I drop all my prizes on the seat and turn around giving Tom the tightest hug I can manage. He hugs me back equally as tight as kisses my temple repeatedly. “Thank you so much” I mumble against him and slowly pull away smiling up at him “really, I honestly don’t know anyone as amazing as you to even think of doing something like this.” He strokes my cheeks with a small smile, “ah, but today’s not over love, come on.” He ushers me into the car and I sit laying everything on my lap. 

I put on my seatbelt and Tom starts driving again, it doesn’t take long only 10 minutes and he parks outside a really fancy looking restaurant. “Uhm, Tom…where are we?” He glances at me and smiles getting out the car and opening my door for me. He helps me out and begins walking towards the restaurant with my hand in his. 

“Tom, I’m not dressed for this” I say looking at my sweatshirt and red jeggings. “You could be dressed in a dress made of garbage and I’d still take you to a 5 star restaurant” he grins down at me and I blush deeply. We walk to the front and the man staying there instantly recognizes Tom and leads us to a table. I feel peoples stares on me as I walk in with my sweatshirt, Tom pulls out my chair for me and tucks me in as I sit down. I look down at the menu handed to me and my eyes almost fall out of my skull when I see the prices, “Tom” I hiss across the table and he smirks at me. 

“Yes, I know you don’t have enough which is why I’m paying.” I narrow my eyes at Tom but sigh knowing he’ll never let me pay no matter how hard I try, even if I threatened him he’d still pay. “Stupid gentleman” I whisper under my breath but Tom snickers when he hears me. I look down at all the french words and crinkle my nose slightly, I glance up and see that Tom is watching me amused “come here” he drags my chair next to his and begins translating the menu to me. This man, as if he wasn’t handsome enough he damn speak French and kills my ovaries. 

The band begins playing after we order our food and Tom suddenly stands up and pulls me with him to in front of the band. “W-what are you doing?” I ask as everyone begins staring at us in confusion. Tom wraps his arm around my waist and holds my hand in his and begins leading me into a slow dance. “Tom” I blush deeply and he grins down at me, “what’s wrong darling?” I press my face on his chest and he laughs. “Everyone’s looking” I mumble and he whispers in my ear “just forget everyone else for a moment” and he sways us to the music. I relax hesitantly but begin to enjoy myself and at the end of the song Tom grabs my hips and lifts me up and I laugh tilting my head back as he spins us around. 

I look back down at Tom and things begin to feel slow motion as I stare down at the amazing man that I so dearly love. I’m so deep in.

the golden girls starter meme.

1. ❛ i’m not one to blow my own vertubenflugen. ❜ 
2. ❛ isn’t a fact that you have a drawer full of retirement home brochures & you’re just waiting for the first sign of dribble on your mother’s chin to lock her away forever? ❜
3. ❛ tell me the truth. do these glasses make me look stupid? ❜ 
4. ❛ well, it’s unspeakable, that’s what it is. absolutely unspeakable. ❜ 
5. ❛ just because you walk around looking like an english lawyer doesn’t mean everybody has to. ❜ 
6. ❛ college isn’t really my style. i attend the school of life. ❜ 
7. ❛ you can go straight to h-e-double hockey sticks! ❜ 
8. ❛ i feel lousy, & being mean to you just makes me feel better. ❜ 
9. ❛ hello there, tall, dark, & jolly. ❜ 
10. ❛ my god, i’m hallucinating. i see little balls of sunshine in a bag. ❜ 
11. ❛ what happens when there’s only one of us left? ❜ 
12. ❛ i guess there’s a lesson to be learned here. sometimes life just isn’t fair, kiddo. ❜ 
13. ❛ i am shocked & i want details! ❜ 
14. ❛ let’s rent an adult video, drink mimosas, & french kiss the pillows. ❜ 
15. ❛ here we are, in the middle of a crisis, & there’s no cheesecake. ❜ 
16. ❛ you look like a prostitute. ❜ 
17. ❛ she says you are the scum of the earth, — but she said it with a lot of love in her eyes. ❜ 
18. ❛ i’m the biggest slut. ❜ 
19. ❛ gee, with only three hours’ sleep, i can be as bitchy as you. ❜ 
20. ❛ you’re always a bit ornery, unpleasant, impolite, even downright mean. that’s part of your charm. ❜ 
21. ❛ thank you, you bed-hopping relic. ❜ 
22. ❛ i could vomit just looking at you. ❜ 
23. ❛ i am upset because i was not the center of attention & nobody said i was the prettiest. ❜ 
24. ❛ oh, blow it out your tubenburbles! ❜ 
25. ❛ i haven’t had to disappoint this many men since daddy tore down the tree house. ❜ 
26. ❛ isn’t it amazing how i can feel so bad & still look so good? ❜ 
27. ❛ i could get herpes listening to this story! ❜ 
28. ❛ i have a rule. if i can’t pronounce it, i don’t put it in my mouth. ❜ 
29. ❛ is that ‘ kick me hard ‘ sign a fashion statement? ❜ 
30. ❛ come on, like you never pretended to be possessed by somebody’s dead husband of a couple of laughs. ❜