in which there is a collection of moments where they speak french. some fluff for cyanidejay

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jackass:: boungiorno
hello

markerboy:: hello, lovely. how was class?

jackass:: bien. comment allez-vous?
good. how are you?

markerboy:: i'm good baby.
markerboy:: your french is improving

jackass:: but that's only simple stuff

markerboy:: exactly

jackass:: ferme ta geuele
shut the fuck up

markerboy:: c'était dur, chérie
that was rude, sweetheart

jackass:: je m'en fous
i don't care

markerboy:: you're such a handful

jackass:: wouldn't you just love to have this handful though?

markerboy:: fuck off

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"je t'iame, chérie."
i love you sweetheart.

mark mumbles into stands of faded lime, soft breaths and sighs slipping past the youngers lips as they stand melted in a tight embrace. jack can only smile wider, and kiss gently at marks clothed chest as a sign of affection.

"tu mi fais rougir!"
you're making me blush!

"bon à savoir, chérie."
good to know, sweetheart.

sighing, jack looks up at mark, feeling the weight of the elders chin fall from his head as they lock eyes, and fall victim to one another's loving gaze.

"i wish you would stop calling me that."

"why? i think it's cute."

"but i'm not-it doesn't suit me."

jack pouts, sticking his bottom lip out and mark has to fight back the urge to lean down and kiss him right there; beneath dim lighting in the centre of their small yet homely kitchen.

"it does, jack, i promise. you are my sweetheart, and i love you very much."

" tais-toi et embrasse-moi."
shut up and kiss me.

and mark does just that.

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in the utmost black of two in the morning, jack is shuddering, rocking back and forth to the slightly calming sounds of his lovers soft snores.

he knows he should be asleep, but he can't.

he is scared, and needs mark.

"mark, babe, wake up, please."

a cold hand jolts the elder awake, pushing hard down onto marks bare shoulder and shaking him into consciousness.

"love, what's wrong?"

"i had a nightmare."

as soon as the words leave the irishmans lips, he's crying; thick tears running down paling cheeks like a faucet that will not stop.

"come here."

"parle-moi en fançais, s'il vous plait"
speak to me in french, please.

and mark sits up, and holds his arms out for his lover to crawl into.

"je suis désolé."
i am sorry.

there's a small murmur from mark as his large hands draw and trace lines and patters over jacks back.

jack always loved when mark talks in french. it's so calming and soft, and he's glad he's taking classes for it because now he knows roughly what his boyfriend is saying.

"tout ira bien, chérie."
everything will be fine, sweetheart.

"il y aura des jours meilleurs."
there will be better days.

slowly, but surely, jack is falling asleep in marks arms. he's struggling to keep his baby blues open, and buries his face into the nape of marks neck as his elder whispers words of comfort into his ear.

and marks gaze softens at the sight of his lover, pale hands clinging to his arm, lips parted in sleep. he leans in only slightly, to press a chaste kiss against the irishmans shoulder.

"doux rêves, mon amour."
sweet dreams, my love.

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"bonjour, chérie."
good morning, sweetheart.

mark is sipping coffee on the sofa when jack rises, rubbing his eyes and smiling softly upon hearing his boyfriends soft tone.

"il est trop tôt pour ça."
it's too early for this.

"is jackaboy grumpy?"

the younger groans slightly, shaking his head as he sits himself under marks arm and cuddles into his side..

"tais-toi."
shut up.

this earns jack a light slap to the thigh, and an uncontained chuckle from his elder.

"mauviais garçon."
bad boy.

"pardonne-moi, s'il vous plâit."
forgive me, please.

jack pleads sarcastically, flashing those innocent baby blues in hopes of winning his boyfriend  over.

it rarely doesn't work.

"tu as de beaux yeux."
you have beautiful eyes.

jack fakes a laugh, dropping his head to marks shoulder.

"tu es drôle."
you're funny.

"i'm serious. tu es trés jolie, amour."
you are very pretty, love.

"je me suis réveillé comme ça."
i woke up like this.

the irishman hums, dragging a hearty laugh from his lover, and grinning at the sound.

jack loves making mark laugh.

"j'en ai fini avec toi."
i'm done with you.

"connard."
asshole.

"salope."
bitch.

"va te faire foutre."
fuck you.

"dans tes rêves."
in your dreams.

"mark!"

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raindrops cling to dark strands of hair, pasting them to the elders forehead as the duo battle against the wind and rain in order to get to their friends
home, that already is accommodating six others that didn't make the decision to walk. in torrential rain. without umbrellas.

"i could have drove us, this would have been so much less painful if we'd have taken the car."

"are you sore, love?"

"i can't feel my legs, mark."

the elder stops dead in his tracks, leaving the green haired boy to question why his lover is willing to linger in the pouring rain for longer than necessary.

"what are you doing, mark?"

"get on my back."

"what? why?"

"just do it!"

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felix's house is warm, and smells like lavender and peach.

the swede always has been big on candles and scents, every room scattered with burning wax or melt pots that add flavour to the whole thing.

jack notes this as he leans back against sofa cushions and inhales deeply. baby blues flutter closed momentarily as he listens to his friends chat amongst themselves. he's always enjoyed being in the background, and listening.

but sometimes, jack gets distracted, and doesn't realise he's zoned out for longer than he initially planned.

"jack, jack, jaaaaack."

a syrup smooth voice pulls the green haired boy closer and closer to reality.

but...he's not there yet.

he still needs another push.

"chérie."
sweetheart.

and seconds later, jacks stumbling clumsily back to the real world, where
he's met by a few different gazes.

but none more captivating, and love
filled than the warm chocolate eyes that sit so close to his face, just there for jack to fall so easily in love with.

just like he does, every morning when he wakes up, and every night when he slips back into unconsciousness.

"you drifted off, jack. you doing good?"

marks face beams up at him, with slight concern. but jack only smiles, and pulls himself into an upright position.

"yeah, yeah i'm good. just...listening."

the irishman brings his hands, in fists, to his eyes and rubs at them gently, slowly yet surely becoming more awake.

"okay, as long as you're alright. you wanna play some mario kart? bob and wade are joining in."

"pass me a controller, i'm ready to kick your asses."

and half an hour later they're all mumbling passive agressively amongst themselves, holding back laughter with every blue shell and overtake that happened during each round.

at some point, mark had been in the lead, but it didn't last long. because felix was hot on his tail with a serious of red shells, which only brought rage to the boy as he was spun right into fourth place.

"merde."
shit.

the korean curses under his breath, jack the only one to catch it. a course of giggles leave his mouth, the green haired boy speeding past bob and felix in one.

"oh, i'm in last, what?!"

of course, wade is in last, and of course, he's only just realised half way through the match.

and of course, mark can't help himself.

"quoi de neuf?"
what's new?

jack snorts, drawing attention to himself as he chokes back laughter at marks sassy comment that only he can understand.

"excuse me? what does that mean?"

"oh, rien."
oh, nothing.

hot chocolate eyes lock with a crystal gaze, baby blues welling with tears of laughter at the sight of his boyfriends mischievous smirk.

"tu me rends tellement heureux. nuit et jout. et ça me rend fou."
you make me so happy. day and night. and it makes me crazy.

"tu es beau. je t'aime."
you're beautiful. i love you.

"et je t'aime."
and i love you.

"guys, stop flirting, jacks in the lead and he needs to be put in his place."

and before he knows it, jack is having his controller plucked from his graso, and there's frantic hands at his sides.

"mark, mark. aidez-moi!"
help me!

he manages to choke out through bouts of laughter, piercing blue eyes pleasing to his lover to do something and don't just sit there.

"pardon, chérie. débrouille-toi tout seul."
i'm sorry, sweetheart. you'll have to cope on your own.

mark only chuckles, and kicks back on the sofa, watching his boyfriend break into fits of laughter as wade sacrifices his already failing game of mario katy to ensure a non-win for the irishman.

mark is so in love.

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a lot of people wanted fluff so have some not so cute french stuff that i had to google because i only speak spanish. hope you guys enjoyed. i love you all
-a.