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You have an accent [preference]

Cody:

Cody and I have been together for four years. He and the guys were in London, and I met them while they were walking around. Long story short, he asked me out, I said yes, and he took me back to America with them.

"Let me hear your accent again," Cody said, laughing.

"Cody, we've been together for years, and you still haven't gotten used to my accent?" I said, puzzled.

"I have, but it's just so fucking cute!" Cody said, running his hand through my h/c hair. I felt myself blush. I sighed.

"Fine. What do you want me to say?" I said while yawning, readjusting myself to lay in his lap.

"Hmm...water." He said, a slight smirk appearing on his face. I looked down at Mateo, his eyes looking back at me. I rolled my eyes in hopes he'd understand my subtle saying that 'Cody's so dumb, but I love him so much.'

"...Water," I say in my thick, English accent.

Cody burst out laughing. I rolled my eyes once more before slapping him lightly.

"Ow! Fuck!" He yelled, rubbing the area where I slapped him.

"Oh, shush. I didn't hit you that hard."

Maxx:

For some reason, Maxx still can't get over the fact that I'm Australian.

He makes me talk EVERYWHERE. Just so he can show off that he has an Australian girlfriend.

Lately, he's been wanting to sound Australian, so I told him a little trick that'll make him sound a bit Australian.

"I wanna sound like you!" Maxx said, Pistol laying in his arms.

"Okay. Repeat after me. Good." I said. I spoke in my American accent so it would be easier for him to get it.

"Good..." He repeated.

"Eye.." I continued.

"Eye..." Maxx said, completely into it.

"Might." I finished, a smile on my face.

"Might." He said, a little confused.

"Now say it all together." I laughed.

"Good...eye...might..? Good eye might? G'day, mate!" He said, finally realizing what it was supposed to sound like.

"You're so easily entertained, Maxx. It's so cute." I laughed, rubbing his hair with Pistol lightly meowing.

Zach:

When DeWall and I started dating, he would not stop bragging to his friends about me. Why, you may ask? Well, because I'm French.

He is literally obsessed. He'll have me read for hours just so he can hear my voice. Don't get me wrong, it's so cute, but I don't get why it's such a big deal, honestly.

"Baby!" Zach yelled through our home. I held Tux in my arms as Zach came in the living room, taking a seat beside me.

"Yes, my love?" I said. When I spoke, I instantly noticed Zach melt as my French accent came out of my mouth.

"Nothing, sweetie. I just wanted to hear your voice." He said, smiling as he kissed me then kissed Tux.

"Of course you do, Zachie." I laughed, laying my head on his shoulder. He kissed my forehead as he stroked my hair.

"You're so cute, my French princess. I love you so much."

Dan:

Dan was really cool about my Irish accent. He loved it, and he always asked me weird questions.

"Do you ever wanna meet JackSepticEye?" He asked while we were at the store.

"Actually, I do." I laughed, grabbing a couple bottles of soda.

"Say star, car, far, and bar. It's so cute when you do." He said, smiling, snaking his arm around my waist as I pushed the cart.

I sighed before laughing to myself, grabbing a package of pop tarts.

"Fine. Star, car, far, bar." I spoke, my Irish accent coming through in my words.

"You're so cute. Cute, cute, cute." He said, hugging me before lightly kissing my neck and then kissing my lips, the pop tart package still in my hands.

After the kiss, I put it in the cart, and I felt myself blush as a couple little kids were waiting for us to get out of the way of the candy section.