#''WAIT I PROMISE IT DOESN'T MEAN WHAT GOOGLE TRANSLATE SAYS IT MEANS'' | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

rosetta-j-stone · 7 days

Text

Buckle up guys, gals and non-binary pals, it's BoJere Tour Bus Renuion time <3

"...Bojan was tentatively asking me if I would join him on the tour bus" - Kris arches an eyebrow as he reads this part of the latest interview with Jere on his phone screen.

Tentatively? Seriously? Since when has Bojan done ANYTHING tentatively? Bojan is about as tentative as a- as a puppy. Which is why Kris has to watch him and "Nine Lives" Jure like a hawk.

Not for the first time, Kris is glad he doesn't have pets.

Turtles might be OK, he supposes.

Nace seems to think so.

Anyway, he's clearly going to have to talk to Bojan about this.

****

"Hey, Bojan, remind me: what are the rules of this tour?"

Bojan rolls his eyes. Like Kris doesn't know. Like Kris didn't write them. Like Kris didn't give him two copies (just in case). He shrugs.

"Let's see...what happens on the tour bus stays on the tour bus?"

Kris chucks a pillow at him. He ducks.

"That is the exact opposite of Rule 5 and you know it"

Ugh, he's in one of those moods. Bojan briefly considers throwing the pillow back, but decides against it.

"Rule 5? What were the other 4?" He grins. "Wait, don't tell me. They're all the same rule, just with different names."

Kris refuses to take this bait, unfortunately.

"Rule 5 is - as you very well know - No Sex On The Tour Bus"

How is he capitalising every letter of that stupid rule just saying it, Bojan wonders.

"Right, and why are you bringing up that rule with me? Shouldn't you be reminding...ooh, I don't know...your fellow guitarists of that one?"

Kris folds his arms and Bojan knows he shouldn't push it but he can't help himself.

"Or does it not apply if both parties are band members? Kinda discriminatory Krisko. Does this mean I have to start sleeping with Jure again?" He grins, gives Kris a suggestive look. "Or-"

Kris gives him a don't-even-think-about-it look in response - spoilsport - and thrusts his phone at him.

Ooh, it's an interview with Jere...

Ah.

OK, Jere has obviously said something.

Yep. Kris has highlighted it. Of course he has.

He reads the offending sentence, rereads it, laughs, looks up.

"Oh come on Kris, this is just Jerč-Jere messing around. He probably said it because he knew it would get attention. Although" he feels obliged to point out, because joke or no joke this slander will not stand: "it was actually HIM asking ME if he could-"

Kris sighs the deep sigh of the terminally exasperated.

"Look, I don't care who asked who, your boyfriend-"

"-NOT my boyfriend actually but do carry on"

Kris doesn't even bat an eyelid.

"Whatever he is, he's NOT coming on the bus. In EITHER sense. There's barely enough room for the five of us as it is"

He gestures to the admittedly cramped living quarters they've somehow got used to sharing. Bojan can see his point, even if he is making it in the most insufferable way possible. He sighs.

"FINE. No Sex On The Tour Bus"

Kris looks at him.

"Promise?"

He's such a Boy Scout sometimes. Bojan can't resist saluting as he replies.

"Yes, Mr-If-I-Can't-Get-Laid-Neither-Can-Anyone-Else, I promise"

And he runs off before Kris can find anything else to throw at him.

****

CarpeEveryDiemSlideIntoEveryDM: Hey

BikBik: Hey

BikBik: What happen?

CarpeEveryDiemSlideIntoEveryDM: Kris read your interview. I had to promise him I wouldn't smuggle you onto the tour bus.

BikBik: : (

CarpeEveryDiemSlideIntoEveryDM: I know, it sucks. No reenacting this for us

CarpeEveryDiemSlideIntoEveryDM: <video file: UKTourChaChaCha">

BikBik: <gif: "SadDavidTennant">

CarpeEveryDiemSlideIntoEveryDM: <gif: "SadDavidTennant">

CarpeEveryDiemSlideIntoEveryDM: ...

CarpeEveryDiemSlideIntoEveryDM: Anyway, I think we're both off Krisko's Christmas card list this year.

BikBik: ...

BikBik: OK but still on Christmas present list, yesyes?

BikBik: Still on track for visit from...Grandfather Walrus?

CarpeEveryDiemSlideIntoEveryDM: ...Grandfather Walrus?

BikBik: Is not correct? I put "Dedek Mrož" into Google Translate and-

CarpeEveryDiemSlideIntoEveryDM: OH

CarpeEveryDiemSlideIntoEveryDM: OMB

CarpeEveryDiemSlideIntoEveryDM: X D

CarpeEveryDiemSlideIntoEveryDM: DEDEK MRAZ

CarpeEveryDiemSlideIntoEveryDM: BRB DYING OF LAUGHTER

BikBik: ...

BikBik: F**k you Bojan X D

****

Jere is laughing as he puts his phone down, he can't help laughing whenever he interacts with Bojan, but he's soon serious again.

Yes, he ABSOLUTELY said that to that reporter because he knew they'd eat it up.

But...

He was hoping that he and Bojan would-

Well.

You know.

But Bojan has made a promise, and his Bojan doesn't break promises.

So Jere is going to have to...get creative.

He grins.

He's always enjoyed a challenge.

#bojere week 2024 #käärijä #kaarija #bojan cvjetićanin #bojan cvjeticanin #fanfic #bojere

25 notes · View notes

novelant · 8 months

Text

Dad's Bestfriend

Pairing: König x Fem! Reader

Summary: Your dad's best friend, your secret partner, comes over for movie night.

Genre: Fluff with a couple of suggestive comments

Words: 4.1k

Warnings: Suggestive comments, mentions of trauma but doesn't go into detail, VERY BAD GOOGLE TRANSLATED GERMAN

Reminder: This is purely fiction and will have no correlation to in game character or backstory

A/N: Have a König Fluff as my Birthday present for you.

Masterlist Here !!!

Your dads best friend König had come over for a movie night, just like he did every Friday. This time he decided he wanted to help you make the snacks, the both of you in the kitchen as your dad waited in the living room. “You know mein schatz, I’ve never seen you take something so seriously.” He teased, watching as you read the directions on the back of the brownie mix box deep in focus. He laughed, shaking his head as he walked over to you, seemingly wanting to help. You jumped slightly at the voice of König. Not noticing his appearance in the kitchen.

"Oh hi König." You look up smiling at the man wandering into the kitchen. “Oh don’t get all jumpy on me little one. I’m just asking if you need any help?” He laughed, putting a large hand on your back for a moment as he leaned down towards your reading level, checking out what you were doing. “Let me see here…Hmm…” he mumbled, reading the instructions out loud with exaggerated pronunciation. "hey don't say that. I didn't know you were here yet." You look at him studying the brownie box in your hand. "I promise you I've got this under control König." “Suuure, suuure. I don’t mean to assume you can’t cook a box of brownies. We all start somewhere after all.” He said, walking over to the fridge as he grabbed some eggs and milk off the shelf, tossing them over to you with a smirk.

“Mind getting those, will you?” He asked. "Being cheeky in my baking space." You roll your eyes and grab the eggs and milk from König. "I think I've got it from here. You can sit on the stools or with my dad if you want. I'm happy in here." “Oh but I’m no where near finished in ‘your baking space’.” He replied, walking closer towards you and putting a large hand on your shoulder. “Besides…I think I’m best being right behind you.” König smirked at you, slowly running his thumb over your collar bone with a slight chuckle.

"hey hey don't start now. Let me at least finish these brownies." You immediately shut down his advances. "Now go sit down." “Oh come on, kleiner. Let me help you with the brownies, they’ll taste better if I’m involved.” König moved your hand off the brownie mix so that he was now the one holding it, his tone was very much teasing. “Unless, of course, you don’t want me close to you for… other reasons.” He said with a smirk, slowly moving his hands towards your hips.

"You can help me but no touching. My dad could walk in at any moment to check on me." You hold his hand that's on your hip. "I'd like you to keep your hand there but again my dad is literally in the other room." “Well what’s so bad about your dad seeing us like this?' König smirked at you, moving your hand towards his own hip while still keeping yours in place. “So, schatz. Should we continue mixing this brownie mix or should we skip ahead a few steps?” "König. He doesn't know about this." You lower your voice to a whisper. You place your hand onto his hip with his guidance. "We should continue with the brownie. I was here for much longer than I'd like to admit." “Hmm…okay. Let’s get those brownies done before the oven preheats so we can hurry and move on to…other things.”

König smiled wide, his arm moving down your side towards your thighs and his hand moving away from yours so that he was in control of the hand placement. He walked you over to the oven, helping you adjust the temperature and timer as your hand remained on his hip. “Don’t worry. Once the oven beeps my sweet little schatz can taste the fruits of our hard work.” He said with a smirk. "König..." you whine giving him a little punch on his arm. You step closer to him and whisper in his ear... "I think you forgot you're here to have a movie night with my dad. We still have to do that." “Right, sorry. I got distracted.” He laughed, looking down towards you and smiling. Even at 6’7 König bent down slightly so that you could hear and see him better and placed his hand back on your hip, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing softly on your skin. “I was just enjoying the view a little.” He whispered. "Yeah I think you did a little bit." You giggle.

You turn back to finish making the brownie mix and put it into the oven. König smiled with a nod, leaning against the counter to watch you cook. His eyes darting across your body at random intervals and his hand still on your hip. After a while of baking, the oven beeped and his eyes caught yours, a smile pulling at the corner of his lip. “Oh, mein schatz.” He spoke softly, his eyes still on you as he ran his free hand through his hair. You go to grab the brownies out of the oven and place them on top of the oven to cool. "I'm going to set up the living room for the movie. You can come with me if you want." "I think I will.” König nodded at you, stepping away from the counter and walking away from the oven towards you. He looked you up and down, and while you were shorter than him by a few inches you could tell by the way he looked at you that he admired your form.

“What are we watching tonight?” He asked. You grab some snacks and some blankets before turning back around to König. "I'm not sure yet. I'm going to wait for my dad so we can all make a decision." “Okay.” König nodded at you. “In the meantime let me ask you a very important question.” König looked you directly in the eyes with a smirk as he spoke. “Is it alright if I join you under those blankets?” "Hmm I think I can allow that." Before turning on your heel and heading to the living room to rejoin your dad.

König stayed quiet as he followed you back into the living room, his hand still casually resting on your hip. The two of you joined your dad and sat down on the sofa ready for the movie. As the movie begins, the room falls silent, the three of you focusing on the movie. König leans into you and snuggles up next to you as you cuddle up with the blanket and snacks. “Is it alright if I put my arm around you?” He whispered in your ear, waiting for your response. "Don't make it too obvious." You whisper back. “You’re not fun sometimes, you know that?” He teased, laughing softly. He placed an arm around your neck and pulled you into his body comfortably, wrapping the other arm around you while his free hand fiddled with one of your fingers. "Hey I know that but he doesn't know about what we have going on." You nudge him. “Are you sure this is something you’d like to keep concealed from your father?” He whispered, leaning down so that you could hear him better. “This is the sort of thing we should be able to be open about. After all mein schatz, I’d do anything for you.”

He moved his hand from your finger, rubbing along your arm with his larger hand while staring into your eyes with a soft smile. "You're his friend, I'm his daughter I don't think he would approve." You fiddle with his fingers. "I would love to show this to the world but the approval of my dad is very important to me." “Of course, of course, your father is certainly a very important man in many ways.” König lifted his hand from your arm and moved to your cheek, his hand rubbing your soft skin gently as he stared deeply in your eyes. “Maybe someday, we can be open about this...in due time.”

He leaned in closer towards you, his body facing so that his hips were touching yours. With your faces inches apart the man gave you a soft smile, his fingers stroking your face and cheek. "König..." you scolded him under a whisper. "My dad's right there." “Oh I’m just leaning in close. There’s nothing wrong in that.” He said with a smirk. He knew exactly what he was doing. He moved his hand away from your cheek and back to your hip, using it to slightly pull you closer towards him. You shift slightly closer to him. With the cover of the blanket hoping your dad doesn't notice the moment you're having with his friends on the other sofa. “You look so beautiful tonight,”König whispered, his voice so soft you could barely hear him. “Especially sitting here next to me, in the warmth of this blanket we share.” König smiled again, leaning in towards you so that his body was completely against yours. Slowly he lowered his head until your shoulders were just barely touching, his breath tickling your neck. "aww König you're too sweet to me."

You slightly shiver at the feeling of his breath on your neck. Leaning slightly further into his body. “Do you think you’d enjoy being here next to me for more than just tonight?” König continued, his breath tickling your skin. He moved his hand to your neck, rubbing it in a gentle and soft manner. “I was wondering, you see…if you’d like to be here with me every night…” You look at him eyes slightly widened at his ask "I would love that but we would have to tell my dad." You whisper resting your head on his shoulder. "Could we do that once the movie ends. I think I'm ready." König nodded at you, smiling as you rested your head on his shoulder. “Of course. We can talk to your father after the movie, I’m more than willing.” König sighed, still having a hand wrapped around your neck, moving it down towards your back. König gave you a gentle squeeze, his other hand caressing your lower back as you sat against him. “You don’t have anything to be worried about schatz. We will always be okay, together.” "Thank you König, you might have to help me tell him. I might fall apart." You continue to whisper to him “That’s quite alright.” He replied, smiling down at your head. “Even if you do fall apart, ich bin für dich da. I’ll be there for you.” He moved both of his hands to your back, rubbing them up and down. “I’m sure everything will be fine, schatz. It will just be the two of us after tonight and your father is very open minded, na ja?" "That's true I think I'm overthinking this." You turn to continue to watch the rest of the movie cuddled into König. “Of course you’re overthinking.” König laughed, squeezing you even tighter. “Your Vater will be just fine when he finds out about us.”

The movie finishes and the credits are rolling, silence taking over the room. Your father, who had been watching the movie, turns to face you both. “So, how are you both doing?” Your father asks, smiling. König turns to you and speaks softly but at a normal volume now. “Shall we tell him?” "I don't know. I'm overthinking this too much." König sighed. “Alright. I’m just going to do it and trust that you’ll be calm once I tell your father.” He took a deep breath and turned so that he was facing your father. “Your daughter and I, wir sind zusammen.” Your father looked down at the two of you, nodding with a calm smile. “Mein Gott, I’m happy for both of you.” Your father stood up, placing his hand on König’s shoulder. “It’s always good to hear that my daughter is happy.” You smile at both König and your dad, relief overcomes you happy that he now knows about you two. Your father hugged you, embracing you with a wide smile on his face “Thank you meine Tochter for telling me. I am very happy that you found love.”

König sat back down and put his arm back around you, smiling at your father and leaning down to whisper to you. “See, what did I tell you? Your father is very understanding and happy for you schatz. "I know I was just worried for nothing I guess." You lean into his embrace. “It’s alright, mein schatz. Your worries were reasonable but your Vater has shown he does not mind this arrangement at all.” König smiled at your father, shaking his head slightly. “I must say, this man has a big heart for being so forgiving for his daughter.” Your father laughed, nodding his head as he looked back at the television “Thank you both for telling me. I’m so very happy you both found happiness and love, especially after what this world has put you both through.” "Thank you dad. I'm so glad you're happy for me even though it's not the most conventional. I love you so much." “Do not worry, meine Tochter. I am a very open minded person, especially when it comes to the things my daughter gets up to. And this, if I might say so, is quite sweet.” Your father smiled up at you, looking at you and König snuggled up together.

“Do you want any tea or coffee?” He asked. “Yes please Papa.” You replied before looking to König. “What would you like?” "I'll have a coffee please Papa. König anything for you?" You look up at him waiting for his response. “Just coffee for me as well." König smiled up at your father and then looked back to you. “Schatz..? I think your father wants to have a private word with you, at least that’s the vibe I’m getting.” You looked towards your father with a confused expression and König moved to stand.

“I’ll be waiting for you.” He murmured softly. "I'll be back my love. Just stay here I shouldn't be too long." You kiss his lips and head to the with your dad to make the coffee. “Alright meine schatz, I’ll be here.” König smiled at you and remained on the far end of the couch after you left, looking towards your father as you and him walked out of the room. You walk into the kitchen following in after your father closing the door closing behind the two of you.

”Meine Tochter, ich muss etwas mit dir reden.” Your father whispered, looking down at you with a sincere and worried expression. "Was ist los, papa?" you respond to him. “I’m a little worried about you and König being together.” Your father started the conversation, the two of you sitting at the table together. “I know you’re both adults and you deserve to be happy, but I’m worried that this connection between you two is just a result of your trauma. I know you’re hurting and you’re looking for comfort. And he is so kind to be there for you. I just wanted to say that I’m worried this is a short term thing, not long-term.” "I know Papa but it's really not. We have an actual connection. There is a chance it's through our shared trauma but we care about each other really deeply." “I see. I’m just worried that this is all just a part of the healing process. You know I have your best interests at heart and I want to protect you from harm.” Your father sighed and then sat quietly for a bit, staring at you with a concerned look.

“Can I ask you something?” He finally whispered. “It’s just that...I’m a bit worried about his intentions. He may just be wanting you because you two can connect over your shared traumas.” Your father looked down at you, biting his lip. “I’m sorry but I’m just looking out for you. I need you to remember that wir sind hier if you ever need me. Oder?” 'Natürlich.” König chimed in from the other room, his tone quiet and soft. "I know Papa." You hug him before hearing König from the other room. “I do love you, meine schatz, even if I’m over protective.” Your father whispered. You hugged him back, nodding your head slowly.

In the adjacent room, König spoke up again loudly enough to hear his voice, “I’m just here to be by your side, meine schatz. I will always be there to support you.” You look at the open door laughing softly at your boyfriend's voice. "I know you are meine schatz" you respond loud enough so he can hear it too. König smiled to himself and walked over to the open door. “Schatz, if I may…I do love you with all my heart and I hope that you can see yourself with me in the long run." “Ich wünsche mir nur das Beste für dich, meine Tochter. Du bist ein gutes Mädchen, das sich um nichts sorgen muss. Ich möchte nur dein Glück sehen.” "I can meine liebe I love you so much." You turn to your dad. "I'm so glad I have your approval even though you have your doubts about us." “Do not misunderstand your father.” König chuckled softly, leaning against the wall near the door. “He is very understanding and accepting.” Your father still talked with you quietly.

“Ich glaube dir, meine Tochter. Du bist so wie du bist und das ist gut. Du bist ein wirklich gutes Mädchen.” He sighed and looked down at you, smiling. “Aber ich bin nur ein Vater, der sein Kind liebt. Ich bin nur besorgt, dass es richtig und dass es aufrichtig ist.” "I know König I understand what he's saying though." You smile up at him. Turning back to your father and speaking quietly. "You'll always be worried Papa and that's okay but you can trust me with this one and I can assure you of it" “I know, meine Tochter. And ich glaube dir. It is always good to be worried about the ones you love. Do not hold this against me. Now, can I have a kiss? You know how much I enjoy my küsse.”

Your father laughed quietly, placing his hands on your cheeks and bringing you in for a tight hug. You hug and kiss your father knowing he finally approves of your relationship with his friend. You look over to König who's smiling at the interaction hoping he's also thinking the same thing as you. König looked over to you with a smile on his face. He was glad to see you so happy and to know that your father approved of the relationship he had with you. “Meine schatz, it looks like he’s finally given us his blessing.” He said, coming up beside you. “Do you want to head back into the other room and watch another movie?” "I think he has. Let me make us all the coffee we were going to have and we can go back in and watch another movie." König nodded and smiled. “Alright. I’ll be waiting with your father in the other room.”

König started to walk back into the living room, turning to your father. “Was schön das er uns akzeptiert.” Your father smiled back at König and nodded. “Natürlich mein Freund. Ich will nur, dass meine Tochter glücklich und sicher ist!” The two of them talked in their natural tongue for a bit, laughing and joking as you made the coffee. You make the coffee smiling at the two men speaking in their native tongue. Finishing up the three coffees you head back into the living room and place them on the table in the middle of the room. The two men are still chatting in their native tongue. König turned to you as you set down the coffee mugs and then looked back to your father, who spoke briefly in German before switching to English. “Meine Tochter would you mind if König stayed here tonight?” Your father spoke softly, turning to you with a concerned expression. “I don’t want you to get a cold coming home, das ist nicht gut für dich.” König smiled at you sweetly, speaking up once more.

“Mir ist es egal. Ich bin froh dass ich hier bleiben kann.” "Papa of course König can stay the night it is extremely cold outside." “Thank you meine Tochter. You are so kind.” Your father turned back to look at König. “Natürlich kannst du hier bleiben, König. Ich werde ein Schlafzimmer für dich leeren.” König nodded, still smiling at you as your father went upstairs to make room for the two of you.

“We should probably get you to bed meine Schatze unless we want to cuddle all night. Which is actually what I would prefer.” "Cuddling all night sounds amazing meine liebe as long as you're here with me I have no care." You give him a quick kiss on the lips. König looked down at you, smiling. “Cuddling sounds like a nice way for us to spend the rest of our evening. I’m afraid you’ll get cold if you stay up much longer,” he added in a light teasing tone. “Komm, ich möchte, dass wir die Nacht zusammen verbringen.” König moved his hand to your back, rubbing it in a gentle and loving manner before starting to walk to your room, turning around to look at you. “Are you coming?” "Yeah just quickly tidying the living room then I'll be there okay." “Okay meine schatz. I’ll be waiting. Please hurry, as I think both of us want to get into bed together. Nicht war?”

König smiled and winked at you as he turned around to face forward and start walking back towards your room again, still rubbing your back affectionately. He was ready for bed and to spend the rest of the evening in cuddles with his sweet princess. You quickly tidy the bowls and cups from the living room into the kitchen and head up to your room where König is waiting. “You ready meine Liebe?” König looked back and smiled warmly up at you as you entered the room. You looked back to see your room had been prepared with sheets and pillows for you two, although some of your old possessions are still littered around the room. König walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, placing his hands on your hips and looking down at you with a loving smile. “Come my Schatz. I want to be in your arms as you fall asleep.”

You quickly grab your night clothes and get changed in the bathroom before heading back to your room to rejoin König in bed. König lay down comfortably on your bed, pulling the blankets back for you as you got out of the bathroom. He laid there for a few seconds before calling out to you. “Meine schatz, komm hier. Es ist ganz gemütlich. He smiled at you patiently, looking forward to snuggling up with his love. You get into bed whispering in his ear. "I know it's comfortable my love. You're here now." “Es ist immer gemütlich, wenn wir zusammen sind.” König snuggled up next to you under the blankets, smiling softly. “Schlafen Sie gut meine liebe. Ich liebe dich.” König began to gently brush and caress your hair, rubbing your neck and your back in the process and speaking softly. “Gute Nacht, meine kleine Schatze, bis morgen.” You quietly laugh at his tired voice falling back into his native tongue "Gute Nacht Liebling, ich liebe dich sehr." You feel yourself drifting off to sleep with him rubbing your neck. “Ich liebe dich auch sehr meine Schatze. Gute Nacht, meine kleine Fräulein, sweet dreams.”

König closed his eyes and embraced you tightly, slowly drifting off himself as he took care of you in sleep. His voice was soft and comforting as he caressed you and spoke sweetly. You didn’t see him fall asleep but when you woke the next morning he was no longer next to you in bed. You could hear soft footsteps and quiet voices coming from the kitchen, your father and König. You turn onto your back smiling at yourself finally happy for the first time in a while.

Masterlist Here !!!

#könig x reader #könig x you #cod könig #könig cod #könig mw2 #könig call of duty #könig #cod mwii #koing x reader #koing #konig x you #konig call of duty #konig cod #konig mw2 #cod konig

122 notes · View notes

gildeddlily · 1 year

Text

new bsd chapter for my life (my life, it's in danger) (finally happy) (not really)

scared of you bf? Ig it's ok if he's a vampire (still trying to understand why he drank his own blood. one could say because of his promise, but drinking blood doesn't mean killing someone- and he has bitten ppl before (and why should he have to drink atsushi's blood? we don't know much ab how vampires really works, except how they turn into one, so))

"Come forward" google translate translation levels guys alr Atsushi since you're his rival you're gonna take care of him we've understand. you shouting "Its' me!" "I still have to ask you why you saved me" (CAUSE HE LOVES YOU BBY) it's breaking my heart. you having flashbacks of his literal death is worse (he thought akutagawa died so yeah he has his reasons to be scared) but they're gonna fight, and Atsushi will hate it, because for the first time Akutagawa will come at him with all he has because of someone else's control, not his own will

I need him to sleep and be ok and recover and be happy with his silly little friends and do his silly little pranks and be his silly little self what we really need is soukoku's reunion. no. Chuuya will not kill him. Asagiri told me himself

GO SIGMA KILL THE RATMAN if Fyodor somehow tried to manipulate him into believing Dazai manipulated him I'm gonna leave my fyodor fanclub. not cool man (he's so cute tho) (except the iPad kid panel)

TJE REAL STAR IS HERE

BRAM MY LOVE I WAS WAITING FOR YOU COME COME BACK AND YOU DID he's so beautiful as always (vampire-capable. because it plays-needs to protect-oh no. my translation abilities are something else (ty google lens you're pretty much useless))

96 notes · View notes

geneticcatalyst · 9 months

Text

as promised, an exploration of my one pet problem in fandom, or: misinterpretation of jby's first death (ft. zzs)

heres the thing. i occasionally see people reference what seems to be a misconception of the (english translation) text in qi ye. both the fact that its a translation and the metaphorical phrasing make it pretty clear to see why they got the wrong idea, but i firmly believe its still the wrong idea. i am by no means calling the people who got this mixed up dumb or bad, i am simply leaning over their shoulders going 'wait no bestie pls read that again pls read that one more time!!' because this is one of my favorite books and this thing is a key piece of one of my favorite things about it.

i said i was gonna pull screenshots for this post but i think it will be a little while before i get to another reread and i can't ctrl+f the google doc so im just gonna whip this out from memory. if anyone does have this particular passage on hand feel free to pop it in here. the rest of the context/explanations are just from my cursory research, im not chinese or a historian.

cards on the table. the only thing i love more than unhinged gay romances is unhinged platonic soul mates. its catnip to me. i go feral every goddamn time. and i havent stopped losing my mind about zhou zishu and jing beiyuan since that first qi ye scene. what do those guys have going on? not even sure they know but it's A Lot. ive got like 18 other unpublished drafts trying to work that out slash losing my fucking mind at the lengths they go to about each other. that relationship is at the center of both novels even if the spotlight isnt on it. so I admit that my readings are colored a bit by how much i like that they like each other!

which is why im shocked baffled and, ok, lightly salted, to see a few people make the claim that zishu (personally) tortured/killed beiyuan in his first life.

so what the text says is that after helian yi stopped trusting beiyuan (after su qingluan's accidental death), he was basically put to death. but even the emperor has to have a half decent reason to execute someone. the text describes these reasons- ten of them- as zhou zishu's masterpieces. it also refers to them as great shames to beiyuan's standing. what's happening is that helian yi has zishu frame beiyuan for treason or other betrayals against the emperor/the country. it isn't specific as to what, but it doesn't really matter, because its all fake and zishu is really good at his job. so yes, it is fair to say that zishu is the INSTRUMENT of beiyuan's death, but he didn't kill him, he just laid the groundwork.

the text goes on to another slightly confusing line where it says something to the effect of that when each of these accusations were read out in court, each line drew blood from jing beiyuan. that's a metaphor! it's just saying that his reputation was torn apart and ultimately his fate is sealed, despite the phrasing there are no literal injuries happening.

also, i may not have the timeline perfect on this part, but in zishu's introduction in the beginning of the novel, the narration tells us outright that while zishu is partially responsible for beiyuan's death, he was like. cool about it. in what seems to be the first and only time he ever steps out of line or goes against helian yi's command (!), after setting all this up but- if im remembering right- before the news actually breaks in court the next day, zishu warns beiyuan. now this admittedly doesnt do a whole lot because the only other possible option (cut and run) isn't a very good one, but it's the only thing zishu can do. he doesnt have to, but he does it anyway (!). of course beiyuan doesnt even consider doing this, he's stubborn and heartbroken, but he really seems to 1. appreciate the risk zishu took here to try to give him a chance and 2. not hold the whole set up against zishu or take that bit personally.

so what actually happened at the end of beiyuan's first life? he was sent the 3 chi of white silk. the text does explicitly say this once, but if you're not familiar with the practice it may not click. receiving the white silk from the emperor is what happens when you're too high ranking to execute like a commoner but you've fallen from grace and are being politely asked to hang yourself in order to clear your name. and of course beiyuan, stubborn and heartbroken, does. yes, it's a forced suicide, but it isn't a murder.

anyway, its in that secret conversation, where zishu secretly meets with beiyuan seemingly to try to convince him to save himself and beiyuan outright refuses, that beiyuan promises that if theres a next life (ha), they'll get drunk together. and of course against all odds, there is and they do.

the thing about the idea that some people might think that zishu killed beiyuan is that after that nothing between them makes sense. even if it was at helian yi's request, i just cant see that not permanently damaging the friendship, i don't think beiyuan could immediately pick back up being best friends in the seventh life with that memory in the way. why would zishu go out of his way to warn beiyuan one day if he was perfectly capable and fine with killing him the next? why would beiyuan not only be happy to meet zishu again in the seventh life but also go out of his way trying to save zishu's? none of their other interactions really make sense if you believe there was a murder done there. idk. it clouds the whole throughline of the story which is that they have a bond!

i think maybe people think it is in character due to the other ruthless murders, and they're not wholly wrong, but that's the kicker for me. zishu will murder all kinds of innocents no questions asked, but he's suddenly trying to give an out to his coworker and drinking buddy? hello? thats insane, and that's the point.

furthermore, if you think maybe it would make sense for helian yi to have beiyuan violently killed (since it keeps fucking happening later), i actually have to become helian yi's lawyer for a moment here and say that that doesnt make sense either. helian yi is sitting on a throne gained by shadowy means but he's the Good Guy Ruler and that reputation is important. hes not a cruel person and he may have become paranoid but he still has a shared history with beiyuan. plus, even the emperor has to abide by a certain amount of decorum when he wants to have people killed, especially when that person is also a high ranking member of court. beiyuan's status is basically second only to the royal bloodline, he's essentially the prev emperor's godson, as well as a previously close confidante of helian yi himself. the white silk was regarded as a privileged, dignified means of offing someone. helian yi is perfectly within social acceptability to do this to beiyuan with the pretext of beiyuan's disgrace. but it would be pushing the boundaries for the good and just emperor to suddenly have one of his top advisors and members of high nobility brutally killed like a common criminal. he could probably do it, but it would reflect on him and his reputation too. he could do it in secret, but would have to cover up the disappearance of a prominent court figure. it just makes sense to use the white silk as the neatest, most acceptable legal justice channel here. maintain emotional detachment, be polite, everybody's honor gets honored and such.

so that's the ted talk. theres even some beautiful fanart on here of white-haired first life beiyuan holding the white silk! he wasn't tortured or outright executed, and he chose to obey rather than escape or fight the false claims of treason even though his friend tried to give him the only out he could manage. to interpret things differently really skews the character motivations and plot for everyone- beiyuan, zishu, helian yi- in a way that warps the story out of believability, imho.

#gently and lovingly nailing my opinions to the fandom's front door <3 #minor qi ye spoilers obv #i think i spent upwards of 3 hours on this draft so believe me this is 10 percent salt and 90 percent love #i wouldnt call this a common misconception either but every time i do see it i have to go walk around the room #i love to think about first life and i love to think about murderbros so. inbox open #qi ye #and thank u to my enablers u know who you are!!#qy meta

42 notes · View notes

rockitmans · 1 year

Text

Blaine Anderson Vs Valentine's Day (2/14)

Summary: Blaine drunk posts on his Instagram asking for a date for Valentine's Day. He gets one.

Notes: Written for the @klaineccfanficlibrary Valentine Challenge. Today's song is You're My Inspiration by Chicago

Warnings: Google Translate (me not the boys)

Read on AO3 or below

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tina is true to her word. She comes and makes him pancakes and wraps him in a blanket and coos at him before immediately confiscating his phone. She apparently knows his pin because she unlocks it without asking. Blaine makes a token noise of protest.

"Don't worry. I'll handle this," Tina says.

Blaine is worried. "I can't expose you to all that, T," he says sincerely. "People are disgusting."

"Blaine. I'm a twenty seven year old woman that has spent a non zero amount of time on dating sites. I promise you it will be nothing I haven't seen before." She glances at the screen. "Oh, Jesus Christ."

"I told you!" Blaine cries, exasperated.

"It's not that." Tina glares at him. "I can't believe you still have the post up." She waves the phone at him and Blaine gets a glimpse of himself, bedroom eyes and all. Tina looks at it too. "You actually look really good in this picture."

"Thank you?"

"But you need to delete it. I hate Sebastian but you can't set your tweenage fans on him. He'll probably go crazy and do something absolutely wild. And then you'll end up in one of those stupid articles like on Buzzfeed. 'Guy Makes Post Begging For Valentine's Date And You Won't BELIEVE What Happens Next'."

"What happens next is that my best friend is mean to me," Blaine says petulantly. "And there's no point deleting it. It's already Out There. Probably already been screen shotted and shared on Twitter and had someone doing like body language analysis of my picture on Tik Tok. The wheels are off."

Tina sighs. "Maybe you can pass it off as satire? A statement about the commercialization of Valentine's Day and how it's perfectly fine to be alone actually."

Blaine's head is throbbing. He’s way too hungover for this. "Of course it's fine to be alone. Coffee?"

"Yeah," Tina says absently, tapping away. Blaine feels real fear for about the fourth time that day but he leaves her to it. He's probably already going to have to delete his entire account and move to The Philippines. His mother's family will take him in. He loves his cousins. He could do it.

He makes a pot of coffee and by the time he's taken a few fortifying sips, he feels strong enough to peek over Tina's shoulder again. She seems to have abandoned the idea of damage control, which is probably lucky because the uncharitable side of him suspects she would only make it significantly worse. Instead she’s working through his DMs, deleting anything with penis in it without even flinching. Blaine feels a pang of real fondness for her.

"You're an angel," Blaine sighs. “The meaning in my life. My inspiration.”

“Alright, calm down,” Tina says but she smiles. “Dumbass.”

Blaine gratefully closes his eyes. As much as he and Tina mock each other, he doesn't honestly know what he'd do without her. And she's probably right about one thing. He should delete the post. He'll just do a standard Instagram apology acknowledging fault, ask his fans not to harass Sebastian, and wait for it to all blow over.

Tina laughs beside him and Blaine cracks an eyelid. "What is it? A weird one?"

"Nah," she says, passing him his phone. "A good one."

hummelbrag wants to send you a message

Roses are often red

'Di Fara' means 'To Do'

I've double checked my personal list

And all that's on it is you

Now that I have your attention with that work of honest artistry, I just wanted to say sorry about Sebastian. But also good riddance. He gave the impression of being a gay Trump supporter and you don't need that kind of negative energy in your life.

Regardless, being cheated on absolutely sucks and as much as Valentine's Day is overdone, it's a particularly shitty time of year to have it happen (speaking as someone who will be Sad and Alone this Valentine's Day) . Good for you for calling him out and good for us to get that picture of you 😉. Dreamy AND talented. You will find someone more worthy in no time.

Blaine reads it twice. In all the noise of the last day or two, he’s kind of put his feelings about Sebastian’s infidelity aside. But it’s good to have someone acknowledge how horrible it actually is. And it’s all mixed with the ego boost of being blatantly flirted with. He barely knows what to think. He glances at Tina.

"He wants to do you," she points out helpfully.

"Yes I got that. But I think that's a joke," Blaine says. “To get my attention apparently."

“It looks like it’s worked,” Tina teases.

“Hmm.”

"He did also say you're dreamy."

"He did," Blaine admits. He looks at the message a third time. It's kind of funny and sweet all at once. He's quite clearly learned nothing from any of this because a very large part of him wants to respond. "I should probably have my social media powers taken away from me."

Tina makes a non committal noise and pours herself some coffee. Blaine takes the moment to click through to hummelbrag's profile and his jaw quite literally drops. The profile claims the name Kurt Hummel and that Kurt is an assistant editor at Vogue, both of which Blaine registers dimly, but also pales in comparison to just how gorgeous the guy is.

Kurt's pictures are more posed than Blaine's. He clearly works hard on angles and lighting to best show off the clothes he's talking about. And the result is that he looks completely stunning in all of them.

"He must be a catfish," Blaine says. "No one this attractive would be flirting with me through Instagram DMs. That's just not my life."

Tina grabs his phone and whistles through her teeth. "Yeah, he's pretty hot. But he's got too many followers to be some random catfish. Maybe you should reply to him."

"I would love friends that didn't actively encourage awful decision making," Blaine grumbles, thinking about how on board Sam had been about the original post. Which was clearly terrible.

"If he's a freak you can just block him," Tina points out. "What's the worst that can happen?"

"A phrase that obviously only precedes the best things," Blaine says drily. He slides his phone back into his pocket. "Thanks, T but let's watch a movie or something. I just want to forget about it for a while."

#fic: ba vs valentine's day #my fic #klaine fanfic #klaine fic

33 notes · View notes

league-of-sam · 10 months

Text

Catching A Ghost | Simon 'GHOST' Riley

Ghost x Reader

CHAPTER TWENTY NINE

Simon 'GHOST' Riley x AFAB!Reader!OC 18+ MINORS DNI! t.w // angst, mental health, language, violence, death, sexual themes/SMUT, military inaccuracies, language inaccuracies (google translate).

Catching A Ghost: Masterlist

Eyes fluttering open as birds sang outside, you woke up to the morning light flooding your room. For once, you felt rested. You'd slept through the entire night; peacefully and undisturbed.

Going to sit up, you realised you couldn't.

The heavy weight of another body had you pinned to the mattress.

Turning to the side, you smiled softly. There laid Ghost...Simon. Face smushed into the pillow as he lay on his front, his arm draped over your waist. His legs were tangled in the covers, much like yours. The covers had slipped down, exposing his bare back to the air.

The sight made your mouth water.

As quietly as possible, so not to disturb him, you slipped out from his grip, escaping the confines of the bed. You were still clad in just your underwear and his hoodie, but given the fact it was so big, you shrugged, opting to just thrown on some fluffy socks.

You headed to the bathroom, combing your hair into a quick bun and brushing your teeth. When you returned, he was sat up, a pout playing on his lips.

"Ya left me." he whimpered.

"I went to pee, Si." you said, rolling your eyes.

You walked back over, perching on his side of the bed. The second your ass hit the mattress, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you on top of him.

"Don't wanna wake up without ya." he mumbled into your hair.

You giggled, placing a soft kiss to his knuckles, "I promise I'll wake you next time, okay?"

He just hummed, eyes falling closed as he nuzzled into you. This soft side of him was so new, and so raw, you weren't really sure how to react to it.

"I'm so sorry..." he started, but you hushed him.

"I don't wanna think about it anymore, Simon. Can't move forward if we're constantly addressing the past."

"But I don't deserve you. Said some right shitty things to ya the last couple months-"

You huffed, sitting up.

Using what strength you had, you pulled him upwards, so the two of you were sitting cross-legged, facing each other.

"Okay. Let's talk about it."

He looked at you, completely baffled. He wanted to shrink and hide by the way you'd gotten up, scrambling so quickly out of his grasp. He was prepared for the yelling, the spiteful comments...but none of it came.

You were looking at him the same way you always did.

Showing him he was safe.

Waiting for him to start.

Patient.

"Y-you...wanna talk about it?" he asked, eyebrow raised.

"Of course I do. It's bothering you, so let's talk about it and we'll decide how to move forward together." you smiled softly.

He blinked.

Complete bewilderment struck his features.

What the hell was this?

Simon's throat was dry. He didn't know what to say now, not when he knew how wholeheartedly you were listening. This had never happened; never. Simon Riley loved his mother, he truly did. She was the only light in his life when his shitbag of a father was around, but even she neglected his needs.

And here you were, ready and willing to tend to every single one.

"I- I...I don't know what to say now."

His head dropped to stare at his fingers, and he found himself wishing he had the mask on so you couldn't see the way his face reddened and the tears that surfaced.

You frowned, taking his face in your hands, "Look, Simon- my brother told me you've got baggage, okay? I don't know what, but I want you to know that when you're ready, you can talk to me."

He looked at you, blinking rapidly as the tears left his eyes.

"Despite everything, I'm going nowhere. It's you and me, remember? You said hurtful things to protect yourself, so did I. Everyone does. That doesn't mean you're undeserving of love...and support."

"W-why?"

"You healed my wounds, I wanna do the same for you." you spoke quietly, now also feeling a little embarrassed.

Then his mind clicked on something.

Every time he'd spent the night with you, he didn't dream. He actually slept. He felt...

Safe.

He reached forward, dragging you into his lap and leaning back onto the pillows to support himself. You hummed contently as he placed his lips on yours.

"Okay." he whispered.

You smiled, warmth and happiness bubbling inside you. Finally, the cold, stoic, lonely Simon Riley had completely let you in, opening himself up for you to see.

Eventually, he got up, heading into your bathroom to use the shower.

You took the opportunity to get up too, making the bed and cleaning up a little. However, in trying to bend down to grab a sock, you tripped, and your small body clattered into the metal table by the small love seat at the balcony.

You'd let out a rather loud yelp as you fell, and the sound of the table falling next to you was even less subtle.

Cursing to yourself, you pulled yourself up, groaning at the sight of your collected clothes now being strewn back on the floor. What you didn't see coming, however, was the entirety of the 141 to come bursting into your room with no warning, holding a variety of weapons.

You screamed, louder this time, enough for Ghost to hear you from his shower along with the clanging of various metals.

Your hand landed on your heart, trying to calm it's beating, "what the fuck?!"

"We heard you scream! Are you okay?" Price said, still looking over the situation.

"Is there an intruder?" Soap screeched, bringing his weapon up.

"I-i just fell...I'm fine." you breathed with a laugh.

You took a moment now to look at them properly.

Price had been first through the door, swinging round the fire poker from downstairs. Soap was level, his hair completely dishevelled as his eyes wildly scanned the room. He had stolen the lance that the suit of armour in the hallway held. Gaz was the final person in the room, the only thing in his hand was a heavy book.

A fucking book.

"We thought you were dying!" Price exclaimed.

"Oh? And who the fuck would you be hurting with that shit? You guys are special ops! How on earth did none of you grab your fuckin' gun?!" you emphasised, arms flailing as you spoke.

The boys looked at each other then, and realised that indeed, none of them had grabbed the one thing that actually would have saved you from said intruder.

Silence lingered, until the three of them started in an all-out argument over how stupid the other's were.

You shook your head, a smile plastered on your face, until the shower switched off, and silence fell again.

"Uh...who's in your shower?" Gaz said.

You said nothing, heat creeping up your neck.

Soap eyed you, until he gasped, "What the fuck are you wearing?"

Your eyes widened, and Price raised his eyebrow at you, "more like what aren't you wearing? Jesus fuck (Y/N)-"

Looking down, you saw your outfit; Ghost's hoodie, underwear, fluffly socks.

As you opened your mouth to answer, the bathroom door flew open, and a panicked Ghost emerged from the steam, a single towel wrapped loosely on his waist.

"(Y/N)? Babe you alright? Heard ya scream what the fuck- oh."

He had crossed the room rapidly, taking your face in his hands to check you over, not even registering the open door, and the sudden guests. That was, until your jaw swung open, and your head jerked to the door.

Now, it was your three saviours staring with open mouths. Their eyes flicked from you, to Ghost, back to you in nothing but his hoodie, to the clothes on the floor, and then back to Ghost's very low towel.

"Oh...my...God!" Gaz exclaimed, breaking the silence.

Ghost groaned, moving to stand behind you, trying to savour some of his dignity.

"Fuckin' hell, L.T." Soap said, wide eyed, as he took in Ghost's glorious naked form, "there's no hope for any of us is there?"

Price elbowed his side, sending Soap hunching over in pain before turning to the two of you.

"I know I said sort it out but bloody hell-" he pinched the bridge of his nose, "so, you two are..."

He trailed off, causing you to nod.

"...and you're doing that..." you nodded again, and Ghost cleared his throat uncomfortably.

"John, please, it's okay." you begged, and he placed the poker down, approaching you, and taking your hands in his.

"Are ya happy?" he whispered.

"The happiest." you replied, sincerity all over you face, "it's all good now."

He smiled, placing a kiss to your forehead, and then looked behind you to Ghost. The two shared a curt nod, before Price walked out of the room, dragging Gaz and Soap with him.

The two protested loudly, but soon the door was slammed shut, leaving you and Ghost alone once more.

You turned to face him, stifling a laugh, "Well, that's one way to announce it."

"What the fuck 'appened?" he said, fingers dancing on your cheek.

"I fell, they panicked, burst in here like I was being murdered."

Ghost let out a low chuckle, wrapping his arms around you and bringing you in for a kiss. Soap's voice floated up from the kitchen below, making the two of you laugh.

"No fuck that Gaz I wanna know why Ghost gets away with fuckin' shagging Captain's sister but God forbid I was caught starin' at her arse!"

"Because you're a fuckin' animal, Johnny." Price had replied.

"Awa' an bile yer heid! I am a gentleman!"

"Yeah but you did nothing to even hide your crush on her those first two weeks, Ghost was...subtle." Gaz spoke.

"Was he fuck! Alex noticed straight away-"

Ghost rolled his eyes as you looked at him with surprised features. You opened your mouth to tease, only for him to place his finger to your lips, shaking his head as he moved you back toward the bed, a smirk playing on his face.

You and your fucking mouth.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley #task force 141 #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #ghost fanart #call of duty #cod mw oc #cod mw2 #cod mwf2 #callofduty #gaming #cod mw19 #captain price #john mactavish

7 notes · View notes

streaming-yn · 3 years

Text

I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THIS BEFORE IT WAS DONE IM SO SORRY AAAA

I can't promise it'd be good or accurate in any way at all, but I can say that I'll try my best!! sorry this took such a long time ;; very scared of not doing stuff perfectly yk? ;;; but thank you, I'm glad you like my writing! welcome to the crew 🍋 anon!! I don't know too much on witchcraft (my parents don't allow me to practice anything that I'll have to get extra stuff for :/) so I hope just doing everything but that is okay, I'm so sorry I couldn't do everything :(( n you take care as well!! and thank got for all the love n support!! mwah !

I don't write for George so I hope it's okay I took him out ;;

multiple x ambivert! bilingual! y/n

pairings: feral boys (no George) (dream, sapnap, Karl, quackity), BenchTrio (tommy, tubbo, ranboo) (separate) x reader

pronouns: they/them

other information on the reader:

. bilingual

. ambivert

. likes puzzle n strategic games (n good at them)

. minor

. artist

. faceless

form: headcanons

genre: platonic

abbreviations: y/n -> your name

feral boys (- George) (dream, sapnap, Karl, quackity)

congrats! you now have 4 new older brothers! and no you don't have a say in it! /lh

they all think it's really cool that your bilingual!!

if one of the languages you speak is Spanish quackity would invite you to his spanish-only/mostly streams \o/

I know it's unlikely, but if your other language is Greek by chance then maybe you and sapnap exchange a few Greek words/sentences, not for anything other than to confuse those also in call >:)

definitely see quackity doing the same thing!

if you speak a language other than Greek or Spanish they're like,, woah,,, that's so cool what

you could probably get anyone but dream to say almost anything in your language 💀

purely bc I believe that dream has had that happen multiple times before so now he's careful with saying things he doesn't know 😭

you could also make them believe an insult is a complement if you say it in a kind tone, and the other way around (depends on the language, bc with some it's close enough to English to tell)

like with a lot of German you could probably do that

you, kindly: du bist so schlecht in diesem spiel!! dein Chat muss langweilig sein (you're so bad at this game!! your chat must be bored) (**note: apologies if it's not accurate! I'm still trying to learn German so I used Google translate)

karl: thank you! ,, I think?

you: :)

if anyone in chat knows what you said they'll occasionally translate it for the rest of chat, if that happens, then like,, it's definitely getting clipped

quackity has jokingly asked you to draw him before! dream and karl constantly complement your art, and sapnap is inbetween complementing and being indifferent

like he thinks it's cool and looks really good but he won't bring up a lot and he won't do a whole bunch of compliments! he's a good one to go to and show new art if you want a chill reply while Karl and dream are the ones you show if you want praise for it

if you want jokes and lighthearted statements with semi-hidden compliments go to quackity! :)

I feel like being an ambivert in this group could go one of both ways depending on if you're an introvert w extrovert tendencies or the other way around

hard, introvert with extrovert tendencies, which basically means that you're pretty introverted, won't talk to knew people unless spoken to first but once you do you ease up a bit, once friends you get louder and more hyper showing your extrovert side. you like parties and such despite the fear you have of them, etc. I feel like this would be hard because pretty much everyone in the feral boys is extroverted, save for dream who's an ambivert but super extroverted online! so their energy might scare you but it also draws you in leading you to becoming friends! you probably have a soft spoken voice which the boys fail to notice at first - causing you to get spoken over a lot, just things of that kind! but they get used to it and your contrast fits well :)

easy, extrovert with introvert tendencies, which is the same as above but switched! you can start conversation with strangers - though it may be a bit hard due to your introvert tendencies stunting your social growth, you enjoy parties and social events and talking to people but you're probably off in a corner of the party talking to a group of people rather than dancing, being alone in your room can be calming but is usually lonely and you prefer to have someone - or maybe a few people - around. this would be easy because it's easier for introvert tendencies to be unnoticed online since you're not face to face, so talking to people and interacting would go rather smoothly causing your addition to the crew to be smooth and fast! they didn't have to talk to you first and everyone being (mostly) extroverted made you fit in well, and you won't get talked over because when you do on accident you bring it up and they make sure to be more careful \o/

also for you speaking a different language; if you ever forget a word in English - which is bound to happy often - they'll help you figure it out

and your love and talent for strategic games, puzzle games, and rhythm games kinda shocked them! like the entire group isn't the best at those types of games and don't play them often

they're really impressed about it too! I feel like one of the first times sapnap saw you do a rhythm based game he made a comment about how you'd be a really good drummer!

also if there's a puzzle in a game that quackity is playing he would probably try to call you to get you to figure it out 💀

BenchTrio (tommy, ranboo, tubbo)

they're impressed by you being bilingual right away! I feel like tommy might make a joke about being bilingual bc he knows a few Spanish words

tubbo is super interested in what different words translate to and like, uses you like Google translate around Minecraft after he finds out

"that's super cool!! wait, what's this in your language?" he throws your character a carrot "(carrot in your language)" "okay okay!! this next :D!!" he throws your character a dirt block, you let out and amused breath "am I Google translate now?" "c'mon!!"

ranboo gets mostly confused because he doesn't understand what you're saying so he's like ??? how do I respond if I don't know what you said help

I think you being an ambivert would also fit in well, not matter what type you are bc you literally have 2 ambiverts (both kinds!! ex w int tend is tubbo n int w ex tend is ranboo!) and one extrovert!! there's literally no way you can't fit in unless your sense of humor is wildly different but since you're reading this I assume it's similar!

they will also help you if you forget English words, though tubbo forgets a lot as well so ranboo or Tommy would probably be your best bet to go to!

I feel like tubbo is also good at rhythm games so it wasn't a shock you were or anything, but it did cause a bit where tommy just like,, split the group? 💀 you and tubbo n him and ranboo where the groups, it became like a who's side it better type of thing and ranboo kept "sneaking off" to your vc to tell you stuff n talk a bit, it was fun

as for puzzles, I don't think anyone in the group is good at puzzles besides ranboo, like tubbo might be mediocre but I feel like ranboo is really good like,, have you seen that man's lore ? good god

poor Tommy dude 💀💀

chat 100% brags about you anywhere they can!

"look at my streamer!! they're so talented and smart and funny and they can draw <33 I bet you wish your streamer was as cool as mine /lh"

(sorry it took so long and it's kinda short! I didn't really know what to do exactly :( )

taglist: @cvsmixplant @l0ver0fj0y @youngstarfishdinosaur @icarusthefoolish

353 notes · View notes

ur-oc · 2 years

Text

“March 16th”

Warnings: This mentions physical and mental abuse and yandere themes.

Admin: So, there must be a lot of English mistakes here, since I did it all through Google translator. So, uh, yeah.

--♡------♡-------♡------♡-----♡---

... Mary has just woken up and looks around. Hm, what the weirdest room is this she's in and how did she get there..?

This room was dark and she could barely see her surroundings. She doesn't remember any place like it... Maybe just Dad's room was like that, but apparently it's not his room. Mary tries to get up, but before she can make a single move, the door in front of her opens and a boy stands in front of her.

He turns on the light, causing her to instantly close her eyes as she groans softly at seeing the light so bright all of a sudden. After a few minutes she finally manages to open her eyes. She stops breathing for a moment at the sight of his face so close to hers. Wait, he doesn't look weird. He was at your birthday party, do you remember? Well, probably not, since that day was pretty shitty for you, since Dad ended up punishing you after you ran away from the castle, right? Oh, poor girl...

“You're finally awake!” He smiles and runs his hands over her cheeks. “You were sleeping too long, I was almost worried that you had died!”

How strange, he looks so happy saying that. Well, it doesn't matter now, the weirdest thing is how calm his voice makes her. Why does his voice make her calm...?

“Who are you?” Her voice sounds so weak, it reminds her of Mom when she hits her, telling her to have the most beautiful voice... Why are you remembering this now, Mary? You have more important things to worry about right now.

“Oh~ have you forgotten about me already, Princess Mary?” He asks softly as he moves closer to her, sitting on her lap and wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

Mary bites his tongue, Oh... how uncomfortable she feels with this stranger on her lap, she just wants to yell at him. But would it make any difference if she screamed? Well, probably not, because nobody cares about you, right, Princess Mary?

“I'm fell so sad when you don't answer me.” He sighs and moves one of his hands to grip her jaw tightly. “Lately I've seen how close you are to those two men... What do they have that I don't, huh?!"”

Mary bites her tongue even harder as she tastes that familiar taste of her blood.

“They probably have more sanity than you...” Mary mutters, before feeling a sharp pain in her cheek... Did he slap you, Mary? But, I think that's what you deserve for being a bad girl.

Oh, she wants so much to call his name... He promised he'd be there if she called his name... But, is he really going to come save her? I don't think so... It's better to keep quiet, right? It's best for you, Princess Mary...

---♡------♡-------♡------♡-----♡---

✿♡: @xash-guardians (Xiao and Itto)

✿: @bbc-minji-oc (Youngjae)

(✿: Means that the person is friends with the character).

(✿♡: Means the person is either the character's love interest).

❤️: @babyboobean

#👑 mary

11 notes · View notes

honeysidesarchived · 3 years

Text

WHERE THERE IS NO TEMPTATION, THERE IS NO GLORY.

⊱ a santino d'antonio / oc short-fic

pt. iii: tra i due litigante terzo gode ( read on ao3 ) ( masterlist )

words: 3.6k

warnings: mentions of animal death (canon-typical), clown on clown violence.

rating: m/t

notes: putting this little project of mine up on the internet for strangers to see was incredibly nerve-wracking, but i have been so lucky to be received so kindly by folks! thank you to everyone who reads, it really means the absolute most to me.

i don't know if i mentioned this before, but you can find translations for the (google-translated) italian at the bottom of each chapter on my ao3. i know it's a hassle, i'm sorry!! just can't find an easy place to put them here without spoiling what's going on in the chap ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

thank you as always to my lovely beta @starcrier, my lover my life my shawty my wife; this could not be done at all without you. ♡ and to @belorage, who loves euphie enough to send me the cutest message that managed to kick my ass into gear to get this chapter edited!!

Two days after the engagement party, when Santino has finally made up for his delay and lateness, is when he ruins it all again.

Later, Euphemia will think that he can’t help it—he is destined to be a wrecker, a ruiner, even if it’s for himself. It’s not his fault, not really, she’ll say. Ignoring that he is a perfectly autonomous adult means that she can excuse his thoughtlessness and not call it selfishness.

One of Santi’s men tries to tell her that he’s busy as she strides through the museum, heels clipping the floor with a strict, stark cadence. The smell of the doctor’s office is still stuck in her palette. She feels a wad of anxiety, anticipation, coiling deep in the pit of her stomach, a black stone dropped there to torture her with its heaviness. Santino will be happy, she thinks absently, chewing the inside of her cheek as she moves. He’s always wanted this.

The man is keeping pace with her well enough, despite her long legs and the purpose with which she walks to one of the back rooms of the museum.

“Bella,” he says, reaching to stop her, “per favore, he is in a meeting.”

The words put a sour taste in her mouth. Busy, the man is trying to say, too busy for you, for this, right now.

“Trust me, Gianni,” she replies dryly, “he’ll want to make time for this.”

She takes two steps into the room past the other guards, who don’t bother trying to stop her. The room is marked primarily by a high ceiling, which allows all of the paintings to be hung in it in their varying degrees of size. Euphemia recognizes Santino sitting on the bench first, and then another man that he’s talking to. The man looks like he’s just come off of the streets, his hair dark and the scruff that she can see on the side of his face manicured enough to look like he just hasn’t bothered recently.

It takes Euphemia’s brain a few seconds to register the facial features of the man who turns to look at her over his shoulder. He would be nothing, mean nothing, to her if she didn’t see the way his expression flattened, his gaze sweeping over her—calculating. Measuring. Identifying.

He looks dirty, unshowered, covered in soot, and she thinks back to two nights ago when Santino showed up to their engagement party smelling like fire and gunpowder.

Santino stands abruptly. He might be angry, or perhaps worried; it’s hard to tell the difference with him. But she can’t look at him, anyway, her gaze fixed on the stranger who is not much of a stranger at all, who she knows because of the scary stories. The rest of the world may as well be melting down around her, some sick Van Gogh painting, and she can’t look away.

John Wick has dark eyes. Shark’s eyes, she thinks. Black, soulless. Like the glass eyes on a teddy bear. She feels her stomach lurch as fear washes over her in a slick, wet wave, reminding her that she’s already received one bout of stressful news this afternoon.

He watches her. She’s sure he’s sizing her up—that is what John Wick is made to do—but after a second, he glances to Santino, gauging his reaction. If he thinks she's any kind of a threat, he's not letting it show.

“I told you not to let anyone in,” Santi says angrily to Gianni, helpless behind her—because Gianni would have never dared to grab her arm to stop her, would have never thought it acceptable to handle her like street rabble.

“Santi,” Euphie says, feeling very small and very far away and somewhere that her body isn't, “who is that?”

She knows, but she wants to hear him say it.

He steps around the bench, excusing himself from his conversation with Wick and crossing the space between them to guide her out of the room with his hands on her arms. She lets him, not because she isn’t burning with rage but because if Santino doesn’t show her where to go, Euphemia will just stand there, fear driving icy-hot spears through her chest.

He takes her as far as around the corner of the room, maybe to put as much space between her and John Wick as he can afford, but it wouldn’t have mattered anyway. She starts to shrug his hands off of her, and oh, there it is—the shrieking, panging fear, and fury, boiling inside of her. Venomous, indignant. Her mind is a mess of color and noise and she’s vaguely aware that maybe she should be working hard to keep her voice down, but it no longer matters.

A lot of things shouldn’t have happened that did. What’s one more?

“You brought him here?” She can feel her voice bordering on hysteria. “Are you a fucking idiot, Santi? What part of I don’t want John Wick near my life—”

“Euphie, Euphie, Euphie,” Santi says, trying his sweet-talk; condescending, like he’s speaking to a child. “Lower your voice, tesora, and we’ll talk about it.”

Her hand moves of its own accord, a knee-jerk reaction to Santi sweetly telling her to shut up, and she slaps him. Hard. As hard as she can manage. The second her palm connects with the side of his face, and the needles start stinging in her palm, she thinks that she regrets it: but all she can really think about is the pure fear and rage coursing through her body, pummeling adrenaline through her bloodstream until she feels like she’s going to be sick.

And, a little, too, a warmth blooming in her chest: satisfaction.

Santino's head doesn't turn back to her right away. There is a heartbeat of a moment where only silence reigns, where his fingers reach and touch the place her palm had made contact with, like he can't believe she did it. Maybe he can't, but then he'd be a bigger idiot than Euphemia thought.

He turns to face her again and holds up a hand—perhaps to call for a moment of inaction, or to be prepared for a second blow, she’s not sure and she doesn’t care. Santi begins, his voice a low threat, “Do not do anything else you're going to regret, Euphemia.”

Anything else you’re going to regret, he says, as though she will regret having done this.

“Fuck you,” she snaps, her voice rising in volume further yet. The poison reverberates on the high, smooth glass ceiling, bouncing off of the marble walls until it’s all echoing around them. “He knows what I look like, what—what I sound like, he knows my name, Santi, you—”

She's pushing him, hitting his chest; an impatient and weak battering. She wants both to get him away from her as much as possible and keep him close. Santi catches her wrists with bruising force, trapping her and making her look at him.

“Euphemia, basta—if you had waited,” he bites out, “then—”

“I’m pregnant!” The words leave her in a visceral, furious shout, her heart thundering in her chest, her flight or fight demanding one or the other. She rips her wrists from his grip. It feels like her entire body is vibrating. “You fucking idiot—I was late, I just got back from the doctor, and—and you’re not supposed to have him here anyway! You promised me, Santino D’Antonio, you promised me!”

There is a heartbeat of time, of space, where her fiance stares at her like he doesn’t quite think that she’s real. Red blooms on his cheek where her hand made contact and the dark of his pupils has all but swallowed up the beautiful green of his irises. Finally, something seems to kick the gears back into motion, and he plunges on, catching his footing.

“Euphie,” Santi says, reaching for her again, “Euphie, listen to me. John came to me, I didn’t—”

“I don’t need a fucking history lesson, Santino!” Euphemia spits, brushing his hand away from her arm. Blood is rushing through her head, louder and louder, demanding she raise her own volume to be heard over it. “I told you to leave him alone. You insisted, and I thought that was the end of it—you came late to the party that night because of him, isn’t that right? So why is he here, Santi? Why is John Wick near me and my baby?”

Santino stares at her. She can see the flex of his jaw when his teeth clench, trying to maintain what shred of control he has. He swallows, lifting a finger, to indicate one minute, and it takes all of her self-control not to scream at him that he doesn’t get any more minutes. But there is some pleasure in seeing him a little ruffled; to see the way his eyes dart over her face, trying to keep everything collected neatly in his mind, filed away for premium use. She wants to shake him until he is really rattled.

“It may have taken more persuasion than I anticipated,” Santi says finally, at last.

Euphemia makes a sound something like wrecking, like grief, because she knew this was going to happen and he told her it wouldn’t but here they are anyway. It’s a death knell, ringing in her ribcage, in the cavity of her chest. Dead, dead, dead, we’re all fucking dead now, don’t you see it? You, and me, and now our baby, dead like stones.

He continues quickly, over the sound of her agony, “But that doesn’t matter—cara mia, listen to me, it doesn’t matter because now John will do what I ask him to, and we don’t have to worry about anything else. Euphie, Euphie—come here, we'll talk about this.”

She’s going to be sick. The doctor’s words are still rolling around in her head; avoid stress, make sure you sleep and eat well. Can’t be worrying that baby, can we, Miss Volpe? Make sure your fiance does all the work, hm?

“It does matter. It matters the most, Santi, I—I told you to leave him be, I told you, and you said that you would only ask and that would be it—”

She’s grieving, now, lamenting the loss of her happiness, the hysteria taking a melancholic edge in her voice as the sorrow sweeps over her. Santi keeps reaching for her, to try and ground her back to him, and for the first time since she met him she just can’t stand to feel him touching her, saying her name, trying to sweet-talk her. His hands sweep her shoulders, coming up for his thumb to brush the nape of her neck; instinctively, her shoulders scrunch up to disembark them, arms shoving his off of her.

He says, “Tesora, we can talk about this—”

“You did exactly what I asked you not to,” she manages out, taking a step back from him. “I ask you for two things, Santi. Helping my mother, and not putting yourself at war with John Wick. I do not—you should not have asked him at all!”

“Euphie—”

By the time Santino reaches for her again, she’s turning and walking away, her steps unsteady. She’s sure that she’s sweating, or crying, or maybe both or neither and her body is just kicking into overdrive with gut-wrenching sweeps of grief rocking through her body now that she’s got Baba Yaga fifteen feet from her. From her and her baby.

“Euphie!” Santino’s voice echoes down the main hall of the museum, lighter now. Almost like they never argued at all. “We’ll talk when I get home, si? Mi amore?”

Euphemia is certain she’s never heard a sentence more infuriating in her entire life. It sparks something violent in her. It had been dormant, had stepped aside for her mourning, but it catches fire the second Santino says, we’ll talk when I get home.

Incensed, she turns and slides the engagement ring off of her finger, throwing it as hard as she can at him. Gianni had been trailing her, certainly at Santino's behest, and he tries to stop her—but it's too late, the fury inside of her forcing her to move more quickly than Gianni anticipates.

He catches her around the waist and she considers, briefly, the logistics of wrenching Gianni's arm off of her to go and slap Santino again; instead, she watches the expensive engagement ring bounce off of the front of Santino's jacket and clatter on the floor.

The way he tilts his head, as though expecting her to lob it at his face, and the irritated expression that comes over him is almost as good as actually having hit her original target of that pretty face of his.

Then, it’s pure, sheer, furious indignation that crosses Santi’s face, but she has no time to think about what that means for her.

“Fuck you, Santi,” she bites out venomously. “Fuck. You. Don’t fucking bother coming home.”

“Bella,” Gianni says, “we should get you back.”

Euphemia debates slapping Gianni, too, but it would be unfair; in his defense, he did try to keep her out of the room. She turns and marches her way out, the doors slamming shut behind her and the cold air of New York in the fall washing over her. As Gianni speaks on the phone and calls the driver around, she glances up at the sky; gray and soft as wedding silk, it stretches, endless, cut in pieces by the skyscrapers parsing it out.

A fool, she thinks. Santino has always made a fool out of me, and this is no one’s fault but my own.

━━━━━━━━━━━━

Two hours later, Euphemia hears him enter the loft. He lets the door click shut softly behind him, not slamming it, not storming through. She expected no less; Santi so rarely lets the anger really take hold of him, so rarely lets himself scream or yell or throw something. I’m marrying a fucking sociopath, she thinks, but there’s no heat to the thought; only exhaustion, only a tiredness that goes bone-deep

Even now, she still thinks of it as present tense: she’s marrying a sociopath, as though she didn’t try to hit him in the face with the engagement ring he picked out for her just hours ago, as though in the end, she will still be his. She will.

“Are you calmed down?” Santino asks, in the way that only he could manage—condescending, and soft. Euphemia can’t withhold the vicious scoff that rolls out of her the second he talks.

“I told you not to come home,” she replies tartly, “but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You are apparently as deaf as you are stupid.”

“So no, then.”

“What do you want me to say, Santi?” Euphemia demands, looking at him now. She’s got a suitcase out but there’s nothing in it; she can’t bring herself to pack, to think about going back home to Tuscany where her mother is waiting, barely sober because she can only stay sober for about a month at a time before she falls back to her old habits. “Why don’t you invite our friend John Wick up for dinner, hm? I’m sure he’d like that, after you did whatever you did to make him show up here. Perhaps you took a page out of that idiot Iosef’s book and killed his new dog?”

“He owes me,” Santino insists, glossing over her needling, “and I will get what I am owed.”

She has to resist the urge to roll her eyes. “Do you know how fucking stupid you sound?” she asks, incredulous. “If I die before telling you how incredibly, disgustingly stupid you sound when you say that, then I will—”

Santino kisses her. He does it because he knows that she’s not expecting it, and it has its desired effect; she stills, all of the furious energy like bottled lightning capped again. He kisses her softly, with no rage, but she can feel it woven into the sinew of his posture.

She thinks about slapping him again. But he probably knows that, because he grabs her hands, gripping them in his; the pressure is more relaxing than it is infuriating, which almost drives her mad, but it does what Santino always does. It pulls her apart until all that’s left is the hurt, the fear, welling up inside of her like a tidal wave crashing into the shore.

“He’s doing what I asked,” he murmurs. “And then we’ll be done with John Wick. Mia piccola volpe, look at me.”

“No,” she says, trying to sound angry but it comes out an agonized sound; she’s crying before she can stop herself, tears burning the edges of her eyes and a big, wet gasping breath necessary for her to keep going. “No, I don’t want to look at you anymore, Santi—”

“He’s doing what I ask, and then I promise, you and I will be done with John Wick forever.” His voice is urgent and insistent. “The three of us, tesora. Isn’t that right? You weren’t just saying that to get back at me?”

She nods, numbly. They had been careful, because she’d said she wasn’t ready—but mistakes happened. Pills got forgotten. She wishes that she could have lied about it and kept it secret. Maybe he’d be acting differently now if she wasn’t carrying his child; maybe his face would be something else.

“Euphie,” he whispers, taking her face in his hands. “My perfect, gorgeous Euphie—my greatest piece of art.” He kisses her cheeks, her nose, her forehead. “And the one with the most bite, too, even when you are so ungrateful for the things that I do. My face still hurts.”

“Good,” Euphemia manages out, her voice wobbling. “You deserve it. Idiota.”

“Maybe,” Santi replies. He tucks her against his chest and kisses her hair. “I never thought I would piss you off enough to get you to hit me—and you did cause quite a scene in front of Wick.”

“Stop.” Just the sound of that monster’s name makes her stomach churn. “Stress is bad for the baby.”

He laughs, the first real laugh in what feels like days since he’s decided on this path with John Wick. “Fine, I will not mention him again. But know that after this, it will be done. Permanently. Forever. Si? Tell me you understand, Euphie.”

She’s so tired. She’s so tired down into her core, the kind of tired that doesn’t go away with a nap or a cup of coffee. “Si,” she replies, closing her eyes. “Capisco, Santi.”

Somehow, Santi’s words that things will be done “permanently” with John Wick only manage to make her more uneasy.

She can’t remember what exactly carries her through the rest of the evening. She remembers calling her mother to check on her, to ask if she’s keeping up with her meetings. She can’t bring herself to come clean about the surprise pregnancy; it’s early, anyway, and her mother would only stress her out more.

“Sei la mia stella più preziosa,” her mother says. “Ti amo, Effie.”

“Yes, mama,” Euphie sighs, unable to say the words back. “Buona notte.”

She hits the red end call button on the phone screen, setting it face-down on the countertop and leaning her palms against the marble. God, she knows that she’d fucking kill a man for a drag of a cigarette—but she could never. Not now. Not when she has—

The sound of paper on the countertop stirs her from her half-bent position. Santino slides it across to her, setting a pen down next to her hand. It’s their marriage certificate. He’s already signed it, and while she stares at it numbly, he takes her left hand and puts the engagement ring back on her finger, but this time with the diamond wedding band he’d picked out as well.

“Santi,” she starts, but he tsks his tongue, quieting her. She’s too tired to be offended.

“Sign the certificate, amore,” he says. “Do not fuss. You’re going to stop throwing this ring at me, yes?”

There are a million reasons not to sign it: but the words that came out of her mouth are, “We don’t have the witnesses or the officiant.”

“Do we need a witness or officiant greater than God himself?” Santino replies. He leans against the counter from the other side, watching her. He is polished, pristine. Any remains of her earlier transgression against him are now completely gone, at least the physical marks. She’s sure that he won’t forget very soon that she raised a hand against him. “Sign it, Euphie, and be my wife.”

She stares at the paper. She feels like she’s melting; her life can’t be real anymore, not when John Wick was, just hours ago, feet away from her, and she’s pregnant, and now Santino is asking her to sign their marriage certificate right now.

The implications fill her with dread. What’s the rush? If nothing’s wrong, if they’ll be done with John Wick, what’s the rush?

“You said that you had nothing before me,” Santino says, breaking her out of her eerie, absent-minded disconnect. He brushes the hair from her face. “You will never have nothing again.”

Euphemia signs the certificate in a haze. It doesn’t feel any different after; she doesn’t feel different and neither does Santino in relation to her, and the realization that they had felt married for a few years now sinks down on her.

Santino rounds the counter to her, taking her face and kissing her; her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, the corner of her mouth and eventually just kissing her. His hand smooths over her stomach, admiring, and he brushes their noses together.

“Perfetto e tutto mio,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible. “Isn’t that right, Euphemia?”

She replies, without thinking, “Si, sono tuo.”

Always, she thinks, always yours, whether I like it or not.

#santino d'antonio/original female character #john wick oc #santino d'antonio/ofc #john wick #spilled ink #c: euphemia volpe #c: santino d'antonio #c: john wick #x: senza tentazioni senza onore #oh yeah baby real good love the SUFFERING #ugh i wish i could convey how much it means to me to have people reading and enjoy this #alas i can only!!!! cry in the tags #thank you everyone <3

22 notes · View notes

palaugranetes · 3 years

Text

🔵BLAUGRANETS🔴

Ronald: I agree with @Iñaki on this.

Carlitos: Shocker!

Pedri: Night night! See you guys soon!

Oscar: ✌🏻✌🏻✌🏻✌🏻

31 March 2021

JC:Do you guys know how lucky we are being this far from Geri for le Poisson d'Avril???

Carlitos: The what now?

JC: Poisson d'Avril

Carlitos: My French is rusty bro, that means?

Riqui: By Rusty you mean non-existent right?

Carlitos: Tais-toi petit idiot

Riqui: You google translating that does not negate my statement genius.

Carlitos: FOR YOUR INFORMATION PETIT, I did not google it.

Riqui: Sure.. I believe you

Carlitos: I DID NOT.. I asked Nyom

Riqui: 🤦🏼‍♂️🤦🏼‍♂️🤦🏼‍♂️🤦🏼‍♂️🤦🏼‍♂️

JC: Are you two done?

Riqui: Never

Carlitos: Yes, what were you saying Bro?

JC: Poisson d'Avril is April fool

Carlitos: HOW!!??!!

JC: It is

Riqui: Jan don't tire yourself.

JC: Hahahahaha

Carlitos: Doesn't poisson mean fish?

JC: Yes

Carlitos: April Fish?!?!

JC: It's a whole story

Carlitos: Blague d'Avril..

Carlitos: Tromperie d'Avril

Riqui: PROU!!

JC: I'll tell you on PM

Carlitos: Okay

Riqui: You were saying @JC?

JC: Right, we are lucky no?

Carlitos: Life finds a way.. or rather, if he wants to, Gerard Finds a way.

Riqui: Very true

Carlitos: But I feel if he was going to do something he would have done it on Dia dels Innocents.

Riqui: Possible, but one can never be too careful

Carlitos: You are oddly calm..

Carlitos: What are you up to?

Riqui: Nothing. I'm just saying

Carlitos: AhA

Riqui: Juro!

Carlitos: I SAID OKAY

JC: So he can still do damage

Carlitos: 🤷🏻‍♂️🤷🏻‍♂️🤷🏻‍♂️🤷🏻‍♂️🤷🏻‍♂️

Riqui: 🙂

.......

Ansu: OMG!!

Ansu: Guys WHAT IF GERI DECIDES HE WANTED TO PRANK JC AND CURLS ON APRIL FOOL'S!!!

Carlitos: Yes bro, we were literally just talking about that

Ansu: Oh.. where was I?

Riqui: In space clearly.

Riqui: HOW WOULD WE KNOW?!.. YOU WEREN'T HERE

Ansu: Right...

Dembz: Are you okay broski?

Ansu: I think so. I took a nap earlier and I feel like I wiokeoup in aanothred demtoiodn

Dembz: I was with you up until like

Ansu: up until like what?

Dembz: THE WORD LIKE

Ansu: HUH???

Dembz: "Ansu: I think so. I took a nap early and I feel like I wiokeoup in aanothred demtoiodn" WHAT DID YOU MEAN AFTER LIKE?!

Ansu: AFTER LIKE WHAT

Dembz: I give up someone else deal with him

Pedri: You took a nap and what?

Ansu: It feels like I woke up in another demention

Dembz: WELL YOU SURE WROTE LIKE YOU WERE FROM ANOTHER DIMENSION!

Frenkie: Yikes.. that has happened to me before @Ansu I know that feeling.

Pedri: How are you today bud?

Frenkie: I'm alright.

Francisco: Did you get some sleep? A little R&R?

Frenkie: I did

Francisco: 🧐🧐🧐🧐

Frenkie: I did, I promise. I slept 8 hours two days ago and 6 hours last night

Ronald: Why six?

Frenkie: I had to go .. and after that I couldn't sleep anymore. So I studied for a bit.

Ronald: Studied??

Frenkie: Yes Català

Riqui: 🥺🥰🥺🥰🥺🥰

Frenkie: 💜

Riqui: But you are feeling better?

Frenkie: Yes

Pedri: If you say so.

----------

Ansu: It's March 31st right?

Arnau: Yes?

Ansu: Okay

Arnau: Weird

Iñaki: 😂

------------

Sergiño: Why does Jordi insist on replying with memes?!

Pedri: 🤷🏻‍♂️🤷🏻‍♂️🤷🏻‍♂️

Riqui: Jordi for you.

Dembz: Just what Grizou needed an enabler

Ilaix: And the Dad jokes are the worst.. idk whether to laugh or cry

Ilaix: @Carlitos where are your dad jokes?

Oscar: Please don't

Ilaix: I wanna hear his dad jokes

Oscar: No you don't

Ilaix: I do

Ansu: No you do not

Carlitos: Imagine if you walked into a bar and there was a long line of people waiting to take a swing at you.

Carlitos: That's the punch line.

Riqui: Look what you did now

Carlitos: Why did the stadium get so hot after the game?

Ilaix: Idk, why?

Carlitos: Because all the fans left.

Ilaix: GOSH

Ansu: Which dimension doesn't have Carles telling jokes in it? I would like to go there.

Carlitos: I don't play football because I enjoy the sport. I'm just doing it for kicks!

Ronald: Shoot me.

Arnau: Okay we get it Carles.. Please stop

Oscar: I BEG YOU PLEASE

Ilaix: I regret asking

Iñaki: 😵😵😵

Carlitos: Five out of four people admit they're bad with fractions!

Riqui: DO NOT GO INTO MATH JOKES

Dembz: This is the bad place

Carlitos: Ilaix asked 😌

Sergiño: Some questions never require answers. THAT WAS ONE OF THEM

Carlitos: Ask and you shall receive.

Ilaix: Thanks I hated them I would like to give them back.

Carlitos: No returns. No refunds.

Ilaix: 😫😫

1 April 2021

Pedri: Guys

.......

Pedri: Nevermind

.......

Riqui: ??

.......

Pedri: I'll tell you ON Pm

Riqui: Okay

.......

JC: 🤨🤨🤨

JC: What was that about?

Iñaki: 🤷🏼‍♂️

Oscar: Who the hell knows

.......

Unknown number joined via invitation link

Frenkie: Hello??

Francisco: Hiya!

........

JC: ????

Pedri: Hi there

Ronald: Who is this now?

Ilaix: 🤷🏿‍♂️

JC: I don't like this! Identify yourself!

JC: WHO ARE YOU??

Dembz: Let them breathe fréro..

JC: BUT WHAT IF IT'S HIM?!

Riqui: Um.. who is here?

JC: YOU TELL US

Riqui: HOW WOULD I KNOW?!

Carlitos: You are the admin idiot!

Riqui: But I never gave the link to anyone other than Leo!

Carlitos: FUDGE

Carlitos: FUCJ*

Carlitos: FUCKING FUCK*****

Pedri: He wouldn't though

Frenkie: Yeah I think so too

JC: YOU SAID LIFE FINDS A WAY!! MAYBE LIFE FOUND A WAY AND HE GOT THE LINK

JC: WE ARE EXPOESD NOW! This is all your fault @Carlitos

Carlitos: ME? RIQUI IS THE ONE WHO GAVE THE LINK AWAY

Riqui: TO LEO!!!

Pedri: Guys.. I'm sure there is an explanation

Sergiño: Agreed

Sergiño: but also.. this is still sus

Unknown number joined via invitation link

Carlitos: WHO IS THIS NOW

Sergiño: Okay.. now you can panic

JC: WE ARE WELL PAST THAT

Frenkie: 🧐

Oscar: Um.. who?

Riqui: Who is this??

Ronald: 2 new people??

Arnau: Who?

Ronald: Idk I just got here

Ansu: Oh dang

JC: I NEED TO KNOW

Riqui: We should stop talking.. maybe they would speak then

Ansu: Okay logical?

----------

Arnau: That clearly worked.

Riqui: 🤷🏼‍♂️🤷🏼‍♂️🤷🏼‍♂️

......

Unknown number: Hello idiots

JC: FUCK FUCK FUCK SHIT IT'S HIM!

Riqui: Calm down

JC: I HAVE BEEN TELLING YOU HE KNEW THIS WHOLE TIME

Ansu: *Runs*

Ansu: I wish I can irl

Pedri: Soon

Ansu: 💜

JC: i cannot..

Unknown number: Hello morons

JC left

Arnau: 😵

Unknown number: Wow that really was easy

Unknown number: Yes it was

Iñaki: So it really is 2 people

Ronald: hm

Oscar: Jordi and Geri?

Unknown number: HAHAHAHAHAHA

Ansu: 😠😠😠

Riqui added JC

Unknown number: 😈😈😈

--------------

Iñaki: It's 23:00 and no one is talking.

Iñaki: It is both peaceful and unsettling.

Frenkie: Very

Arnau: Thanks??

---------

JC: WHO THE HELL ARE YOU

2 April 2021

Unknown number: Alex😜😜

Unknown number: Konrad 😎😎

Ronald: 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Unknown number: It was Riqui's idea

JC: 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

Unknown number: And Pedri and Fran

Ansu: GASPS!!!!!!!

Oscar: IT'S ALWAYS THE QUIET ONES!!!

Arnau: YOU SNEAKY SOBs!!!!!

Francisco: 😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇

Frenkie: I'm actually impressed

JC: I hate you three

Pedri: Hahaha it was April fool's!

Iñaki: I knew I smelt something fishy

Dembz: NO FUCKING WAY!!!

Dembz: WOW

Dembz: 😂😂 good one

Riqui: 😉😉😉

Arnau: Who was the mastermind behind this?

Pedri: Fran

Ansu: THIS IS WHY I HAVE TRUST ISSUES!!

Francisco: Hahahahahaha

Unknown number: Okay.. See ya

Ansu: Bye whoever that was

Unknown number left

Unknown number: That was Konrad..

Unknown number: Ciao for now

Riqui: Adeu!

Pedri: ✌🏻✌🏻✌🏻

Unkown number left

------------

Riqui:

Riqui: HAHAHA I wonder what that message he sent to Leo was 😂😂😂

Pedri: OMG Hahaha poor Antoine

Francisco: I wonder if we all send Leo a message who he will reply to first.

Ronald: NO

Ronald: NO MORE SENDING LEO MESSAGES OUT OF CONTEXT

Arnau: Fran you've been hanging out with Riqui way too much

Dembz: HAHAHAHAHAHA He does talk a lot! Can you blame him

Dembz: LINK PLEASE

Riqui: I wouldn't but sure

Riqui:

youtube

Riqui:

Riqui: HAHAHAHAHA that's because he is always here Clem

Ansu:

Ansu: I remember that hahaha I was very confused at first

Frenkie: That was nothing.. I almost sent something to the main one that was meant for this GC!!!

Ansu: OMG

Frenkie: Yeah, close call hahaha

Oscar: Whenever he is asked if he can be considered *insert particular position*

Frenkie: 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Dembz: WHAT IS THIS FRENCH IDIOTS ATTACKING OUSMANE VIDOE?!?!?!

Dembz: 😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑

Ansu: Your bestie

Dembz: EX BESTIE. FRIENDSHIP WITH ANTOINE ENDED. Sergiño is now my best friend

Ansu: HURTFUL!!

Dembz: 😂😂

Sergiño: 🤜🏽🤙🏽

Dembz: 👊🏾🤙🏾

Oscar:

Oscar: He really went for you neck huh

Dembz: RIGHT?!

Dembz: He's not lying

Dembz: BUT HE DID NOT NEED TO EXPOSE ME LIKE THAT?!

Ronald: HAHAHAHAHA

-------------------

Carlitos: WAIT A DAMN MINUTE!! ALEX AND KONRAD WERE THE NUMBERS?????!!!!!!

Pedri: Yes 😂😂😂😂😂

Carlitos: MEAN!!!

Francisco: HAHAHA

Carlitos: I hate you guys

Riqui: Love you too rizos

Carlitos: 💙fuck off

8 notes · View notes