request : pretty please write a liam imagine where him and the reader are friends with benefits but they act like they hate each other to the pack but they notice hickeys on the reader and confront them?
You had done your best to reduce the color of the purple bruises that decorated your otherwise smooth skin, given to you by none other than your self proclaimed enemy-with-benefits. Liam had done quite some work on you, if you did say so yourself. The seemingly innocent member of the McCall pack was nothing but. At first, he had been a little hesitant about the deal you two had made. No one could find out, of course. However, once he had gotten comfortable with the whole sex-with-no-strings-attached thing, things had taken quite the turn.
You craned your neck in the bathroom mirror, hoping that they weren’t as noticeable as they had been a few moments ago. You were standing in the girls restroom at school, applying a coat of concealer to your neck and all other areas exposed to Liam the previous night and praying that no other girls walked in until you were finished. Perfect, you smirked to yourself. You had always been pretty clever when it came to makeup tricks, and your skills were finally paying off. You packed away your things, double checked your reflection, and quickly exited the bathroom before the bell signaling first period rang.
Your teacher was just about to close the door when you rushed in, greeting her with a bright smile, to which she responded by rolling her eyes and allowing you to take your assigned seat in front of Liam himself. Mason eyed the two of you curiously when Liam leaned forward, his breath tickling your ear.
“You’re late,” he whispered, knowing exactly what had made you late in the first place.
“You shouldn’t have been in my house until four in the morning and leaving hickeys all over me, then,” you replied just as quietly, turning around in your chair to give him a sarcastic smile that he could see right through.
“Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Dunbar, something interesting happening back there?” Your teacher asked, already bored with your antics. It wasn’t even five minutes into the period yet and she was done, not that you could blame her. You turned back around to face the front of the room, giving her a wave.
“Nope, Liam is just unprepared for class, as per usual. We should buy him a pack of pencils for Christmas, eh, Mrs. Green?” When she didn’t respond, you grimaced, taking out your own pen and notebook.
“At least I was on time for class, right?” Liam replied, nudging your ankle with his foot under the desk. “She’s always late, I wonder why… something better to do other than coming to school, Y/N?” Mason bit back his laughter, a hand covering his mouth to block the smile on his face from a pissed off Mrs. Green.
“You think you’re really funny, don’t you?” You asked him, not daring to turn around. The faint blush on your cheeks would give your embarrassment away immediately. Luckily, you had learned to keep your heartbeat steady around werewolves and the like.
“I think I’m adorable,” Liam stated, smirking to himself when Mrs. Green shouted at the both of you to keep your mouths shut. Mason passed Liam a note discreetly about a half hour into class, when the commotion had died down a little.
Keep that flirting up, and the entire class is going to think you two are going at it after class every day. Mason didn’t even know about yours and Liam’s deal. Liam chuckled nervously, scoffing at his best friend. “As if,” he muttered, shaking his head, but somewhat wishing that he could just tell Mason about what was going on.
You headed over to your lunch table with the pack, taking your usual seat in between Malia and Kira. Liam sat directly across from you, the smallest of grins slipping on his face when you plopped down in your seat. No one noticed except for you, doodling a smiley face on your notebook and lightly turning the book so that you could show him. You guys didn’t show any affection for one another in front of the pack. It was a sort of unspoken rule.
Liam pushed around the food on his plate, not really hungry. He was busy thinking about what Mason had said. Were you two being too… obvious? Was it that obvious that he liked you, that you were actually having sex with him after class? He frowned at his plate.
“Y/N,” he complained loudly, causing your head to snap up in surprise. “You just kicked me. Have some personal space, would you?” You scowled at him, moving your foot back slightly.
“Where would you rather my foot be, Liam?” You smiled sweetly at him. “Up your ass? I could certainly arrange that if you just stand up-”
Malia grabbed your chin in her hand abruptly, turning your face so that you were staring at her. In one swift motion, her hand was at the side of your neck, wiping away all traces of makeup on your skin and revealing the hickeys underneath. “I could see them through your concealer,” she explained, still wiping furiously at your skin to get all of the tan substance off. “Nice try hiding them, though. I know how hard it is for humans to hide those sort of things since they can’t heal.”
“Malia, shut up-” You started, about to clamp a hand down over her mouth when Stiles appeared from the other side of the table, examining your neck for himself.
“You, young lady, are sixteen years old! Who could possibly be giving these to you, and why is he allowed in your room at night?” Stiles declared, moving his hand away from your bright red face to point accusingly at a boy across the room. “It was him, wasn’t it? I’ll kill him!”
“Oh my god, Stiles, it wasn’t him, I don’t know him!” You exclaimed, shaking your head rapidly and dragging Stiles back down to his seat. Malia sniffed your neck, earning a couple of strange looks from passing students.
“I know who it was,” she shrugged, leaning back in her seat. “Liam.” Everyone else turned to stare at him, bewilderment evident on their features. Liam sank low in his seat, his face bright red to match you.
“But… we thought you guys hated each other?” Scott asked, looking back and forth between you and Liam. Liam shook his head, rubbing awkwardly at his neck.
“Obviously it was a farce,” Lydia said.
“Aw, look at them, they’re blushing! We unlocked their secret!” Kira cheered, pinching your cheek affectionately as you swatted away her hand with an even darker flush on your face. “They like each other!”
“Aww,” the pack cooed, ruffling your hair and Liam’s. “So adorable.”
After enduring an entire lunch hour of them teasing you and Liam until both of you wanted to crawl under a rock forever and die, you were finally permitted to go back to class. You and Liam were in different classes this hour, and you weren’t too sure if you were happy or sad about that. Liam made his way over to you nervously, a blush still on his cheeks as he spoke. “So… see you tonight?”
You stared at him for a minute before grabbing him by the front of his shirt and kissing him forcefully right there in the middle of the hallway. His lips slid easily over yours, slightly chapped but still smooth as ever, about to press even harder against yours when you pulled away, licking your lips. “You better buy me dinner first, Dunbar.”
He shook his head in disbelief, sighing out so that only Mason, who was standing beside him with a startled expression, could hear, “She’s something, huh?”
It was perhaps the greatest thing that you had seen in your
short life, but you weren’t sure that anything else could compare (aside from
your wedding and your kids). The rubber of the mask and the polyester of the
cape felt wonderful as you rubbed your fingers across the material. Looking
down at the package you almost squeal in delight.
“It even has the utility belt!”
You were so lost in your reverie that you hadn’t noticed the
eyes of the patrons in the department store looking at you worriedly. If you had been any other person they probably
would have kept on with their business, shaking their head at the woman who was
losing her mind over a child’s toy, but you were you. You were a Wayne, surely, you’d seen something like
this before. They often saw you on television, promoting philanthropic causes
or on a red carpet somewhere with your husband. Yet seeing you here acting
positively deranged over the small outfit shattered their illusion of your
“Mrs. Wayne,” A red-headed teen with a large pimple sitting
on the right cheek of his otherwise blemish-free face, “It comes with these
He held up small rubber toys excitedly toward you, sharing
your enthusiasm. Seeing the black creatures, you feel the smile slip from your
face as you stare in awe.
you say placing a firm hand on his shoulder, “bring me all of them.”
Bruce Wayne was enjoying his day off. He would likely have a
late night on patrol, but the down time from dealing with business was more
than welcome. However, one thing was strange. You’d gone shopping with Alfred
early this morning, and he’d come home but you hadn’t. He would have been
worried if Alfred hadn’t assured him that you were perfectly safe.
Sighing, he sat down in his library and tried to focus his
attention on reading to quite his ever-running mind. As he laid back on his
sofa he found himself stuck on the first page, reading the first sentence repeatedly
before he finally closed his eyes. He started to drift off quickly, allowing
stress and past pains roll off of him in waves. It was nice having a day off.
The thump that hit his head startled him. It didn’t hurt but
the shock of it cause him to sit up in a slight panic. Looking around he
couldn’t immediately determine the source of the intrusion. He looked to the
ground curious as to what hit him.
“What in the world?” He muttered to himself as he examined
the small black rubber toy on the ground. Picking it up he squeezed the soft
plaything, smiling softly as he realized that the rubber had been shaped into a
“[Name], where did you find this?” he asked calling out to
you chuckling at your playfulness.
When he didn’t receive a response, he turned expecting to
find you standing at the door, but found it empty. The silence caused him to
furrow his brow. Then he felt another thump, this time hitting him between the
He turned around quickly, seeing black gloved fingers curled
around the edge of one of the bookcases. Clearly you had tried to hide as
quickly as possible but you were failing quite miserably.
“What are you doing?” he questioned with a raised eyebrow.
“F-Fear me Batman!” you squeak out trying to breath as the
weight of the bookcase pressed down on you.
“KSSSSSS!” You hiss as you pull yourself from behind the
furniture breathing heavily with your hands in a fang position.
Bruce pauses as he examines your figure. There is a too
small black rubber mask that sits on top of your head adorned with, what he
assumes are, bat ears. There is a small black cape made from cheap fabric the
stops just below your shoulder blades. A stretchy gray shirt stops just above
your midriff and you’ve put a white tank top on underneath. The small
highlighter yellow belt was left hanging open on your waist, seemingly unable
to close because it was too small, and your legs were covered in a different
shade of gray leggings and thigh high black wool socks.
“Are you supposed to be me?” He asks incredulously, “I don’t
You narrow your eyes and look at him warily.
“You don’t recognize me batman?”
“It is I,” you pause trying to think of a suitable name, “The
Mirror Bat… DUN DUN DUN!”
“What?” He asked with raise eyebrows.
“I am what you would look like if you weren’t secretly a billionaire
You chuck another batarang at his chest and try and roll
away to make an escape back behind a couch. However, being nowhere near
athletic, half way through the roll you get stuck and the momentum causes you
to roll backward onto your back.
“Blast you Batman you have defeated me again!” you scream
arms flailing in the air.
You lay flat on your back for a moment letting a silence
wash over the room. Your heart jumps as your ears picked up his deep chuckle.
You watch as he covers his mouth in laughter and you smile you
watch him genuinely smile. You jump up and watch him. One of the things that
you had noticed as of late is the stress that he had been under mostly due to ever
increasing hours at work met with the all-nighters of patrol. While he had the
children to help him, that didn’t stop the worry or the weariness that he
“Isn’t this amazing?” you question as you spin around
showing the entirety of the outfit. “Can you believe it was only 20 bucks?”
“I’m not surprised,” he states moving closer. He pulls at
the rubber ear of the mask. “This seems a little small though.”
“It might have been in the children’s section,” you mumble
not meeting his eye.
He hugs you close and pulls the mask off. You let out a sigh
of relief as you feel blood rush back to your head. He presses a kiss to your
forehead and you melt into his arms.
“One thing,” he starts, “Why don’t the pants match?”
Summary: Dean Winchester gets cursed by a witch, and he can read minds. But your mind is not at all what he was expecting. Asexual reader.
A/N: Just a short drabble. Okay, it’s not short. Not short at all.
It was no secret Dean Winchester was a ladies man. He was attractive, sweet, and probably good in bed. Not that you really noticed the last part.
For you, sex was just like any other activity out there, like basketball or water polo: Some people love it, but you’d rather read a book than play the sport. Sure, some asexuals liked sex, but the one thing you all had in common was that you never looked at a person and went: Oh, yes. I want them in my pants right now.
Your sexuality wasn’t ever a problem with your lifestyle; a hunter. In fact, sex-driven monsters never affected you. Bonus, right?
Requested by anon:
can you do a one shot where the reader is sherlock sister and she fall in love with john, but she’s very shy so john makes the first move?
Summary: Sherlock’s sister comes to pay a visit. She impressed John with how different she is from her brothers, making him fall instantly for her. Sherlock notices and encourages him to ask her out.
Pairing: John x reader
Word count: 1,651
A/N: As a Sherlock girl, this was an interesting thing to do. I’m not sure if I got John correctly, but since I liked the final result, I hope that you do to.
To be a
Holmes wasn’t particularly an honour,
especially when one of your brothers was the only consultant detective in the
world and the other had a major spot at the British government. But family is
John spoke. His voice resonated from the other side of the door, reaching her
ears in a morphed sound.
sister. She’s at the other side of the door and you’re making a drama instead
of letting her in.” Of course, Sherlock obviously knew she had been standing
there for the past ten minutes, listening to John’s tantrum.
saying is that you should’ve warned me first.” John hissed in a lower volume.
(Y/N) might have not been Sherlock or Mycroft, but she did have a great ear. “I’ve
got enough with you and your brother.”
the door.” Sherlock groaned. (Y/N) figured he would be laid down on the sofa or
staring out at the window preparing himself to receive her.
the door, and the view in front of him took his breath away. She wasn’t as he
had imagined her in those short ten minutes he had since Sherlock confided to
have a sister. She wasn’t as tall as Sherlock, and she didn’t have the usual “smelling
crap” face but rather a shy, wide-eyes look that resembled to a scared mouse. “Hi.”
John breathed out a smile.
to come like this… I guess I should’ve known my brother would tell you last
minute.” She spoke rapidly.
problem, I’m getting used to unexpected Holmeses… ness…” John stuttered and
cleared his throat. “Sorry, come in.”
As soon as she stepped into the messy apartment, Sherlock turned around
dramatically from his spot at the window – as she had figured out already – to look
at her, wearing a big smile and extending his arms to her.
He cheered as he walked over to her, “My dear, less intelligent, sister.” (Y/N)
rolled her eyes, “How are you?”
simply replied, “Mom and dad say hi, she wants me to give you some cookies she
made but I know you don’t like them so just text her saying they taste nice and
John mouthed at Sherlock from behind her back.
fine, I’ve travelled a lot. I met a lady in Rumania that claimed to have met
you, don’t ask her name, she thinks you’re the biggest arsehole she’s ever met.”
(Y/N) continued, she had the Holme’s ability of fast-talking everything. “Mycroft
and I had breakfast this morning so, for now, tea will be fine. You know how I
you.” Sherlock said once she was done talking.
Soda, (Y/n) and Steve had been best friends since they had meet. But lately Soda had been noticing things that he shouldn’t as a friend. He noticed how her hair sparkled in the sun, they way she concentrated when she was reading a book or doing her homework. He noticed that (Y/n) would play with the hair that would fall out of her braided hair, twirling it around her finger while she was in deep thought or something. This time (Y/n) was sitting on the porch watching the guys play football. She would normally play but she was tired and didn’t feel like playing. (Y/n) laughed as the guys fumbled the ball and started yelling at each other. When they saw she was laughing they all started laughing as well. (Y/n) was kind of like a peace keeper in the house, when they were fighting she would straighten things out and everyone got along again. Secretly she liked Soda, she had for a long time. They had always been friends but when she started to feel more for him she just pushed the feelings away. She didn’t want Soda to know because he had Sandy. He had been ditched by Sandy and he was really sad. (Y/n) and Steve were there for him but the whole time (Y/n) was jealous of Sandy. She always wanted it to be her not Sandy as Soda’s girlfriend. (Y/n) kept quiet not wanting Soda to know but inside she was angry and sad. (Y/n) was a very pretty girl, every guy in the school noticed that. The Socs hit on her even though she was a greaser. She never paid any attention to them though. She always sat with Two-Bit, Johnny, and Ponyboy at school. She influenced some of the Socs to not beat up Johnny and Ponyboy. She knew that Darry was always worried about them especially when Two-Bit decided to ditch school. Darry knew if Two-Bit wasn’t there to protect them that they would most likely get beat up. Two-Bit tried to go to school as much as possible but he got drunk a lot. (Y/n) smiled to herself as she sat on the porch remembering all the football games she participated in. In one game Dally had tackled her and she had gotten a broken leg. Soda and Steve told her not to play any more football but (Y/n) didn’t listen. She kept playing and kept getting hurt. She always laughed it off and joined in another time. Soda and Steve were always on the same team with (Y/n), sometimes they would have Darry but most of the time it was Pony. The teams were pretty even, with Dally, Two-Bit, Johnny and Darry on one team and (Y/n), Steve, Soda, and Pony on the other. (Y/n) was a surprisingly good football player against everybody’s thoughts. She was fast and good at catching the football. Only Pony could catch her but since they were normally on the same team (Y/n) didn’t need to worry about him. She was very evasive as well, she was very good at dodging and weaving through the defense. Most games they won. Today (Y/n) and Johnny were sitting out watching Soda, Steve and Pony play against Darry, Dally, and Two-Bit. Soda’s team was winning but Darry tied them with a touchdown pass to Dally. (Y/n) cheered for both teams as they played, she liked to support all of her friends. After the game was over she went inside and sat on the couch, she liked to sit right in the middle, it was sort of her spot. She leaned back and closed her eyes. She felt the couch dip on both sides. She smelled hair grease and car oil. She concluded that it was Soda and Steve. She opened her eyes to see her two best friends staring at her. She smiled at them. “So… (Y/n) do we get a reward for winning the game without you? It was a pretty tough game” “Okay” What Steve meant by a reward was a kiss on the cheek. (Y/n) was used to giving everyone in the gang kisses. She leaned over and gave Steve a kiss on the cheek. Then turned to the other side and gave one to Soda. Soda blushed a little and smiled at (Y/n). Only Steve and Pony knew that Soda liked (Y/n). Nobody knew that (Y/n) liked Soda. (Y/n) leaned back yet again and closed her eyes, a smile tugging on her lips. Soda noticed that and started staring at her, noticing every little thing she did. (Y/n) felt that eyes were on her and she opened hers to look around the room. She saw Soda staring at her, when she looked at him he looked down. (Y/n) watched Soda’s strange reaction but ignored it. She got up and went to her room down the hall. Soda watched her go wondering why he liked a girl that would never like him back.
In (Y/n)’s room (Y/n) laid down on her bed, she was thinking about Soda. She smiled when she thought about his smile, his laugh, the way he teases Darry and gets away with it. She wondered why she likes somebody who could never like her back… He was still sad about Sandy right? (Y/n) stayed in her room thinking for so long that before she knew it Darry was calling her to dinner. “(Y/n)! Dinner is ready!” “Okay!” (Y/n) left her room and went to the table. She saw that only Johnny was still at the house. “Hey Johnnycakes” “Hi (Y/n)” “Are you staying here tonight?” “I think so…” Johnny looked at Darry like he was asking for permission. “Johnny you know that you don’t have to ask, you can stay here any time you want” “Thanks (Y/n)… It doesn’t feel right not asking” “She’s right Johnny” “Thanks Darry” “No problem kiddo” They had a nice peaceful dinner. Afterward it was (Y/n) and Soda’s turn to do the dishes, since Darry and Pony made dinner. Soda and (Y/n) got to work on the dishes, (Y/n) was washing and Soda was drying and putting them away. (Y/n) almost dropped a plate when Soda’s hand brushed hers. Luckily Soda caught the plate. “Sorry Soda, I thought you had it” “Its okay” Soda smiled at her, taking in her blushing face. He had brushed her had on purpose to see her reaction. She reacted and he decided. He decided that he was going to tell her that night. The rest of the dish washing went without problem. (Y/n) sat on the floor in the living room and started doing her homework. It was a Saturday and Darry thought that she had already did all of it. “Hey (Y/n), I thought you finished all of your homework” “I forgot about this one assignment for math” “Oh. Did you need some help?” “Umm… I think I can do it” “Just ask if you need help” “Okay” (Y/n) started on her math. Soda watched as she did the math problems in her head, every once and a while she would have a problem and have to do the math on the paper. When some of her calculations didn’t add up she would make a face then redo her math. After a few minutes she had finished. (Y/n) had never been the best at math but she always asked for help when she needed it. Pony always helped her as well. She put away her homework and looked at Pony. He smiled back and asked, “Have any problems (Y/n)?” “Nope, that math was pretty easy” “Cool… Do you want to watch the horror movie marathon that is on tonight?” “Umm… I guess” “Sweet” (Y/n) had never been a fan of horror movies. “Soda, you in?” “Definitely” “Darry?” “Sorry guys not tonight, I’m pretty tired. You guys have fun” “Okay” “Johnny?” “I’m in” “Cool” Darry went off to bed and Pony turned on the t.v. (Y/n) sat in between Soda and Pony on the couch, while Johnny sat in the armchair. All three boys knew (Y/n) wasn’t a fan of horror movies. Normally when they watched horror movies (Y/n) clung onto Soda or Steve. That reaction was what Soda was hoping for. (Y/n) started to get scared from the very first scene in the movie. She was holding Soda’s hand and clinging to his shirt. Soda had his arm around her and was rubbing her arm soothingly. At the first murder scene (Y/n) buried her face into Soda’s shoulder. Soda smiled at her reaction. He pulled her onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her. (Y/n) wasn’t concerned in this action. As best friends they did that all the time, especially during horror movies. (Y/n) kept her head buried in Soda’s shoulder the rest of the movie. She was the same way during the second and third movie. At the start of the fourth movie both Johnny and Pony had fallen asleep. (Y/n) got up off of Soda’s lap and turned off the t.v. She turned to Soda and motioned to Pony. She wanted him to cover him with a blanket. She would do the same thing to Johnny. Soda nodded and went to the closet. He came back with two blankets. He handed one to (Y/n) and draped the other one over Pony. (Y/n) walked over to Johnny and wrapped the blanket around him. She smiled at him and looked at Soda. They both started walking down the hall. They stopped in front of Soda and Pony’s room. “Good night Soda” “(Y/n)… Can I tell you something?” “Of course” “I… I-I really l-like you” “Really?” “Yes… If you don’t feel the same-” “I like you too Soda” “Really?” “Yes” Soda leaned down and kissed (Y/n). She put her hand on his cheek. They pulled away and (Y/n) looked down. “What’s wrong?” “I… I thought you were sad about Sandy” “I was… Then I realized how much you really meant to me and the more I thought about it the more I liked you and before I knew it I wasn’t sad about Sandy anymore” “Oh… All this time I thought you would never like me because you loved Sandy” “Sorry” “Its okay… I’m glad that you like me too… I’m also glad that I decided to ‘watch’ that movie marathon” “Why? You were terrified the entire time” “It led to this” (Y/n) stood on her tiptoes and pecked Soda’s lips. She took a few steps back and Soda gave her a look of confusion. She smiled at him and kept backing up. He realized what she was doing and smiled back. He started stepping towards her. When (Y/n)’s back hit her bedroom door she opened it and went inside. Soda came in and closed the door. (Y/n) sat down on the bed and smiled at Soda. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” “I didn’t think you liked me back” “That should be my line” “Why?” “You were really sad about Sandy and you could have any girl in Tulsa… So why choose me?” “You were the only girl that stayed with me no matter what. You were there for me when I was sad. Your always here for me” “Oh” (Y/n) lay down on her bed and closed her eyes. She moved on the bed so that she was laying correctly and there was enough room for Soda to lie down. Soda seemed to get the message and lay down next to (Y/n). She leaned into his shoulder and fell asleep. Soda wrapped his arm around her and fell asleep a few moments later.
The next morning Darry opened (Y/n)’s door to see his 16 year old brother laying with his arms around (Y/n), sleeping soundly. He smiled, closed the door and walked out to the living room. He saw his youngest brother sitting on the couch asleep with a blanket draped over his shoulders. He looked over at Johnny, he was sitting in the armchair with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. Darry laughed to himself and went into the kitchen. He made some coffee and started reading the newspaper. This was going to be an interesting day.
Just watched the DVD I bought a week ago. Thought I should point this out.
Looooook! Everybody’s like ‘What, Po, you love this stuff, how could you?!’
And Tigress is just like ‘He’s been wanting to play with this shit for years, I’m just disappointed that he gave in.’
So, after buying the DVD the day it came out I finally got
around to watching it and it was awesome!
Plus I get to pause and screencap, which made me notice a few things:
-Po had posters of every member of the Five but Tigress in
his old room at the noodle shop. He has a couple of posters of all of them together but none of Tigress
specifically. He also still has his
figurines lined up on his windowsill, which – with all of the figurines that
were being used by other people in the shorts and other films – makes me
believe that he probably made a few sets of those action figures.
#But guys#Can we discuss this?#It literally took Louis half a second to reach Harry’s side#Harry did not even have time to completely fall down#The fan had just barely pulled Harry’s arm#Louis was already there#Louis is a vampire or some shit#He moved at a superhuman speed#Like what even#Louis is constantly on guard when it comes to Harry#Watching him to make sure he’s okay at every turn#Not only that but after he helps Harry up#He makes sure Harry goes back on the stage before he does#To make sure he is safe and sound#Louis is so protective that it hurts my soul#Also notice how none of the other boys responded in the same fashion?#Explain me a thing#How is it that Louis is so in tuned in to where Harry is and how he is doing at all times and the other boys did not even seem to notice?#Probably because Harry is Louis’ soulmate#The love of his life#His reason for breathing#The center of his entire existence#He literally lives his life making sure his baby is safe and happy#If that isn’t true love then I don’t know what is
“Harry — you’re a great wizard, you know.” "I’m not as good as you, said Harry, very embarassed, as she let go of him. "Me!” said Hermione. “Books! And cleverness! There are more important things - friendship and bravery and - oh Harry - be careful!”
”One of my best friends is Muggle-born,” said Harry, “and she’s the best in our year.” “Funny how that sometimes happens, isn’t it?” said Slughorn. ”Not really,” said Harry coldly.
After using it for so many times and throughout plenty of stressful situations, Riza was dismayed when her favorite hair clip broke while she was in the middle of absentmindedly fixing it. She sat at her desk, looking down at the plastic pieces, and sighed. It wasn’t her only hair clip, of course, and it really wasn’t anything special, but she had worn it much more often than any of the others. Strange, that it would break so easily, when she’d worn it while chasing down criminals, shooting at the gun range, even sparring with others.
None of the other men in the office seemed to notice, but it didn’t matter. Things broke. People moved on. It was just a silly hair clip, one that she’d owned for years. Her eyes drifted towards the Colonel’s shut door before dropping back to the broken clip. It was just a plain clip, but the Colonel had given it to her two years ago for her birthday when it had become apparent that her hair needed put up while at work. He’d teased her for wanting something so practical for her birthday, but she’d told him that if he was determined to get her something, she didn’t want anything else.
That had nothing to do with why it was her favorite hair clip. Most definitely not. It just always seemed to be the one that she grabbed more often than not.
With one final look, Riza held her hand over the trash bin and slowly twisted her wrist so that the broken hair clip fell into the bin piece by piece. Just as she returned to her work, Roy stepped out of his room, rubbing the back of his neck and looking aggravated, most likely due to the phone call he’d just received from Hughes. The man did know how to heckle Roy in ways that he wouldn’t allow from anyone else.
“Lieutenant Hawkeye,” Roy sighed, not looking at her.
Riza set her pen down. “Sir?”
“I need you to go to the records office and pull these files,” Roy told her as he pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and placed it on her desk. “It’s been a month since Fullmetal has pulled any stunts, so of course he has apparently gotten himself into something ridiculous once again.”
Without complaint, Riza took the paper and looked it over. This was work that any of them could’ve done, but she didn’t mind. It’d be nice to get out of the office and walk around. She was never one to complain about paperwork, but even she didn’t enjoy sitting at a desk all day and this had been a very slow week. She could see Havoc perking up out of the corner of her eyes. If Edward really did get into something, it stood that they might also become involved and something exciting might happen. There was a rule that said if Edward was involved, it was usually dangerous.
Before she could leave though, Roy blurted out, “Why is your hair down?” She gave him a quizzical look, especially as the men in the room turned to look at her. Roy seemed to realize that he’d voiced his thoughts out loud without thinking. “Make sure to put it up. I’d hate to have to write you up for a dress code violation because of that.”
If Roy had his way, her hair would’ve probably always been down and she’d be in a miniskirt, but as it stood, he wasn’t the one in charge of military uniform regulations.
“Yes, sir.” Riza did the only thing she could do and fished out a rubber band from her desk. It wasn’t going to be pretty and it would probably end up being painful to get out later, but there was nothing else to be done. She pulled her hair into a quick ponytail and then left for the records office.
It didn’t take her long to reach the room – in fact, it took longer for the clerk to find the files that Roy needed – but she didn’t mind. She pulled at her ponytail as her hair fell on her shoulders and swayed in the air, but for the most part, she kept her mind blank. Slow week. They always followed the busy ones, mountains of paperwork, reports, and research. She’d miss it once they were back in the thick of things, but it was hard to think of it that way when she was in the middle of nothing.
Riza stepped back into the room and walked into Roy’s room without looking around. After handing him the files, she asked, “Is there anything else, sir?”
“Not right now, Lieutenant.” Roy leafed through the files. “Thank you. Dismissed.”
She slipped out and walked back to her desk when she stopped and stared down at what was sitting on top of the folders. It was a hair clip. But it wasn’t just a new one. She knew without looking in the trash bin that the perfectly functional clip was the one that she’d thrown away just thirty minutes before. Picking it up gingerly, she examined it, but found that it looked more than brand new, not a hint of wear and tear or that it had ever been broken in the first place.
Smiling to herself, Riza sat down and gently pulled her hair out of the rubber band ponytail, securing it again with her favorite hair clip. Though no one in the room seemed to notice what was going on, she caught the small smile on Fuery’s face as he worked on the radio. She didn’t need anyone to explain to her what had happened while she was gone for her to know. Sometimes, it paid to know someone that knew alchemy, even if it meant doing something as simple as using alchemy to fix a hair clip.
When I arrived at the synagogue, I saw a security guard. He waved in everyone who approached without paying much attention to them.
Until I approached, that is. He frowned slightly and started walking toward me. He looked just about ready to say “Are you lost?” when I smiled and said “Shabbat shalom”. He seemed thrown for a moment, but he quickly shrugged it off; accepting that I did actually know where I was going.
He showed me where to pick up a kippah, a siddur, and a Torah. After I had everything, I entered the room where the service was being held. The first thing I noticed was that there was another black woman there. Even though there were only two of us, I suddenly felt way less alone.
Unfortunately, the second thing I noticed was that none of the other women were wearing kippot. I had been under the impression that kippot were gender neutral in Conservative synagogues. Instead, every man had one, and none of the women (other than me) did. At this point, it felt too embarrassing to take off my kippah, so I just sat there feeling mildly dysphoric and trying to shove my cap out of my mind.
This seems to have been reasonably successful because, by the end of the service, I’d completely forgotten that I still had it. I had already walked a few blocks away from the synagogue when I noticed, in trying to pull the hood of my coat over my head, that I still had a kippah on.
However, at this point, I was content to leave it there. I left my hood down and walked with my kippah clearly visible. After all, now that I was among gentiles, a kippah signaled “Jewish” far more strongly than “male”. It was symbolic of my tribe.
When I was near home, a woman shouted “Shabbat shalom” at me from across the street, and I had a strong feeling of belonging. I knew deep down that I was not alone.
The motorcycle although a good model had seen much better days with a dented gas tank and scratched paint. A cracked mirror with dust and dirt caking it thick. The helmet was second hand to but still in sturdy protective condition. Every corner and turn was taken fast through the rough spun city held together in places by the unseen stitch. Of course the newest job wasn’t in the prettiest of places but there wasn’t much in the way of other offers. The motorcycle was parked at the back. Through a tight alleyway between buildings shoes crunched squelched against wet pavement that struggled to dry without the sun on it. Even a few puddles accumulated. It has rained fairly recently but none of the roads even appeared damp. Gloved and unsteady fingers fiddled with straps unclasping the helmet. It wasn’t lifted until the door had been reached and the wet bottomed sneakers had reached beyond the threshold. It was pulled off in one careful motion. Luckily the pale yellow of healing was hardly a noticeable thing even to the scrutinizing eye of a new boss.
Ryoma always liked New Years. It signaled a time of change
and renewal. It was a time to enjoy the Hoshidan districts annual festival. It
was also the perfect place to bring Elise on a date.
The young woman held Ryoma’s hand as she used her other hand
to hold a candy apple. She insisted on having one as soon as they arrived on
the festival grounds. Ryoma couldn’t help but laugh as his girlfriend had
pulled him along to the candy apple vendor. Elise was always good for a laugh
among other things.
“Where are the rides?” Elise spoke up, eyeing the
festival grounds as she took another bite of her treat. The older man noticed
her stumble as she walked. While he was glad he got her to agree to wearing a
kimono and sandals (she hadn’t put up much of an argument) it was obvious she
was having some difficulties.
Request: Hiya can u do a calum imagine where the relationship is going through a rough patch and u get into an argument and u go and run a bath and you took sleeping pill and he finds u in the tub unconscious. Ik dramatic loll
“Alright, I’ll be there in thirty minutes,” Calum said before he hung up. He was probably talking to one of the boys, maybe a family member.
I watched him as walked past me, barely noticing my presence. We were going through a rough patch of our relationship. I didn’t know how it had ended up like that, but we were now constantly fighting over the smallest things.
We had had the biggest of our fights two days ago, it had been awful. Tears and screams, that was what I remembered about that fight.
None of us had talked to each other since that fight. Calum had slept on the couch and I had tried to sleep on our bed. I was so tired, yet I could never get enough sleep. It felt weird to stay in this house when we weren’t talking anymore.
I sighed and glanced at the tv in front of me. I was so used to watch television with Calum, but it felt so boring without him.
“Whoa,” I mumbled as I got up from the couch. I felt suddenly dizzy, but I ignored it and tried to walk to the bathroom. “No, no, no,” I mumured before I collapsed on the floor. My head stayed against the wall of our corridor as I closed my eyes.
“Are you okay?” Calum asked, uncertain.
“Yeah,” I breathed out, not bothering to open my eyes to look at him. “Just a bit dizzy.”
“Uh,” he said and I could almost picture him nerviously running a hand through his dark curls, “do you want me to help you stand up?”
I stayed silent as I tried to feel less dizzy and less nauseous.
“Y/N,” Calum said as I felt his hand on my knee. I slowly opened my eyes to look into his concerned brown ones.
“I haven’t eaten in like two days,” I explained. It was just now that I felt sick though. “Wasn’t hungry,” I added.
He sighed, “I’m not a good reason to stop eating.” I stared at him, not knowing what to say. He held my gaze for a few seconds before he realized I wasn’t going to say anything. “We’ve been both really stupid lately, but it shouldn’t affect your health,” he said softly. As he said this to me, I couldn’t be mad at him. We had had stupid fights and we had let them take over us, when our relationship was much stronger.
His thumb rubbed the skin of my cheek before he leaned in to kiss me. My body felt a tiny bit better after he had pecked my lips, I had missed him so much over the last weeks. We hadn’t been ourselves and it had got us sick.
“I’m sorry for when I was being stupid,” I said.
“So am I,” he nodded. “Do you want to eat something?”
I gave him a small smile, “Bring me an apple please.”
“Alright,” he said. He kissed my lips quickly before he stood up from the floor to get me an apple. “I haven’t told you that in a while, but I am still madly in love with you!”
I chuckled at him and shook my head, he wasn’t the only one madly in love.
Sorry to those that follow who aren’t Swan queen fans, or even know what I’m talking about.
So here’s my thoughts on Swan Queen.
Until recently, I had none. I watched OUAT as a general audience member, followed the script and got on with life, all be it thinking Lana was hot as hell, but then I started to notice the little things, the longing looks, the promises to each other, the growing “friendship”. So I did some googling, which is how I came upon this god forsaken site, and there were people that were having the same ideas as me! Surely there’s more to it I thought, surely Adam and Eddie aren’t that dense, (I watched Lost, so I’m a little worried, but hopefully they’ve learned from their mistakes) and I saw people getting upset about the bad writing, the non acknowledgement of any kind of lgbtq+ characters, and I thought, wow, this has got some legs! Surely they have to react to it, yet they haven’t…
Why I hear you ask, well, my thoughts are, and this was as a GA member before a swan queen shipper. (I hate this friggin site)
Swan Queen is end game. A torturous slow burn, but end game. The reason I believe this is, as a wannabe writer, you would not have your main protagonists get their happy ending until the very end of the story. They’d be no story otherwise! So they keep us in the dark, so to speak, give them false ‘happy endings’ because it helps the story arc, it helps build their relationship. Jen and Lana will know the end game, employing the acting techniques that they are, but they can’t tell us that, can’t give away the main plot of the whole bloody show, they’d have no jobs and no fans! They are the modern fairytale, it’s just gonna take them time to get there. Hell, we will probably get a season of one or both realising their feelings but doing nothing about it! It won’t happen until whenever Adam and Eddie decide to call it a day. So sit back, enjoy the eye sex and the angry declarations of trust and being there for one another and relax. It’ll happen.
I had high hopes going into this movie that it was going to be a film of both style and substance, but what I got was something that had oodles of one, and unfortunately lacked the other. I noticed a lot of reoccurring trends in this film that I’d seen and read in other works, and felt I should share them here so you don’t make the same mistakes when
writing your story.