sexy-accent

Girlfriends
  • Me:(singing) (BADLY) and iiiiiiii eh iiiiii willl always looooove yooooooouuuuuuuaaaaaaahhhhh will alwayyyyys love youuuuu ahhhhhh willl always LOOoOVE YOU!!!!!
  • Girlfriend :Ok, ill sing for you now (sings a small chorus in her lovely singing voice with the sexy French accent)
  • Me:Hey, I sang way more than that!
  • Girlfriend:Yes, but you have to think about quality
  • :) 😆

people call ugly ass languages like French and German sexy and say British accents are hot and then turn around and mock people who speak Hindi and Chinese and Arabic etc and have accents when they speak in English I see you..don’t think I don’t know what you’re trying 2 to do…

Because you guys seem to like Puck with an Irish/Gaelic accent...

(No context, no storyline. Just Puck and his sexy accent.) (Note: Leanbh is pronounced LANN-ov.)

“Do you like scarin’ the ‘ell out of me, a leanbh?“ sighed a voice in your ear, making you tense. 

You didn’t need to look around to recognize the speaker, but you did anyway, scarcely able to believe it. But as you craned your neck to look up and around, you felt your mouth fall open as you looked into Puck’s wearily amused green eyes.

"Puck,” you squeaked, still gawking. 

The Fey’s lips quirked briefly at one corner, as though he were fighting a smile.  

“Mornin’,” he greeted you, hands on hips as he towered over you, his impressive height making you a little faint. You’d forgotten how tall he was.

“How,” you stammered, dumbstruck. “When did you get here?”

Puck lifted a fiery eyebrow, looking thoroughly amused at your stunned expression.

“Bout half an hour ago,” he said, shrugging lamely. “Went to your house to find you, but I guess you were off makin’ cute with your boyfriend.”

He glanced over the top of your head, his eyes darkening for a split second as they landed on Glitch. 

It took you a couple minutes to understand what he was talking about, and only after you’d looked around at Glitch, who shrugged, then back at Puck did your brain finally connect the pieces. 

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you sighed, waving a hand distractedly. “Besides, he’s got a boyfriend.”

Puck’s eyebrows shot up on his forehead and he glanced a second time at Glitch, who grinned and waved lamely.

“Uh-hunh,” said Puck slowly, looking back down at you, still looking skeptical. “So why aren’t you at home, love?”

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