Wow I have not done one of these in a while! But here it is! This was a request for some summer outfit ideas for a smaller person but still looking cute! The first outfit is perfect for a hot summer day with a blue crop top but still some what conservative with the blue patterned kimono. The accessories give the outfit a laid back vibe! The next outfit with the pattern maxi skirt is another good summer outfit! The bralett is super cute with the halter neck and the slit in the skirt makes you feel bold and amazing! The green dress is one of my favorites! The color is to die for and the tan accessories play off of it well! Finally the blue patterned romper is a little more scandalous but I know you can rock it! The simple accessories make the romper the star of the show!
So. Who broke it? I’m not mad. I just want to know.
I did. I broke it…
No. No, you didn’t. Breda?
Don’t look at me! Look at Havoc.
What?! I didn’t break it.
Huh. That’s weird. How did you know it was even broken?
Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken.
No, it’s not!
If it matters, probably not… Catalina was the last one to use it.
Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!
Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Fuery!
Alright, let’s not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it, sir.
No. Who broke it?
Sir, Falman's been awfully quiet…
I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now, they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.
Pure and shameless fluff from my Without Her universe
I’ve written so much angst, I needed this.
You don’t need to read the other stories from this universe. All you need to know is Roy is raising his and Riza’s daughter, Beth, alone after Riza dies.
This ficlet stars Havolina, aprons and a doting daddy. Especially for @miraculous-stardust after the other angst filled drabble I wrote this week.
You can’t be too Careful
Beth squealed as Jean swung her around the living room.
“I’m a giant starfish,” she yelled. “Wooo!”
Jean had one hand holding her by the leg and the other by the arm. She spun through the air, her hair fanning out behind her.
“Faster Uncle Havoc!”
“You couldn’t handle it, kiddo,” Jean teased. “You’ll get sick.”
“No - I’m big and strong, I won’t!”
There was a loud cough from the doorway and Jean stopped mid-spin. Both heads turned to the door.
“Jean,” Rebecca said warningly. “Quit rough housing will you. If she gets hurt, you’ll be the one crying when Mustang gets his hands on you.”
The man and girl sighed.
Beth stuck out her lower lip. “No fair.”
Jean put her back on the ground again. Her head was still spinning a little and she staggered.
Jean waggled his finger. “Dizzy? I knew it.”
“I could be dizzier if I wanted.” Beth crossed her arms. “And I wouldn’t be sick.”
Rebecca shook her head and walked over to the little girl.
“So, Beth,” Rebecca said, “how about we bake some cookies? Would you like that?”
Beth’s eyes widened. “Can we make chocolate ones?”
“Sure, honey, whatever you like?” She ruffled her hair.
“Can I lick the spoon after?”
“Sure you can. And you can take some home to your Daddy.”
Beth rocked back on her heels. “Daddy loves chocolate.”
“What about me?” Jean interjected. “Do I get some?”
“I don’t know, Jean,” Rebecca said. “You know how hyper you get after sugar.”
Jean rolled his eyes.
“It’s okay.” Beth beamed over at him. “That’s what my Nana says about me.”
Rebecca’s lips twitched. “Come on, Beth! Let’s get started, sweetie.”
She swatted Jean on the arm as she left the room.
“I’ll sneak you some cookies,” Beth whispered to Jean.
“That’s my girl,” Jean said. “Now go help your Aunt Becca. I think she has a little something for you in the kitchen.”
Beth skipped into the kitchen. Rebecca stood at the kitchen table, a mixing bowl and wooden spoon in front of her. She picked up a small apron from the back of a chair.
“This is for you.”
“It’s an apron to keep you nice and clean.” Rebecca tied the apron strings around Beth’s waist. “I have one too!”
“Why does Daddy never wear an apron?”
“It’s a very special secret between us girls.” Rebecca tapped her nose. “An apron will keep you nice and clean when you do the cooking and baking.”
“Can I keep it?” Beth asked.
“Of course, sweetie. I bought it especially for you.”
Beth frowned. “Is it my birthday?”
“No, Beth, honey - I just like to spoil you.”
The little girl threw her arms around her waist. “You’re the best, Aunt Becca.”
“You’re very welcome.”
Can we get an apron for Daddy too?”
Roy dozed in the armchair, his head lolling on his chest and a newspaper on his lap. The loud screech of a car woke him.
Damn Catalina and her scrapheap of a car.
He stretched his hands over his head, a smile on his face. Beth was only gone a few hours, but he had missed having her around. The house was much too quiet without her incessant questions or laughter.
He left the living room, entering the hall, and almost tripped over a teddy bear. He shook his head and picked up the bear. He placed it next to the phone, something he was sure was amuse Beth when she noticed.
He opened the front door and leaned against the door jamb.
“Thanks for having her,” Roy said to Rebecca.
Rebecca waved at him. “It’s always our pleasure.” She opened the back door of her car to let the little girl out. “We had fun, didn’t we?”
Beth scrambled out of the backseat, her eyes sparkling. . “It was brilliant, Daddy.”
Roy chuckled and he held out his arms to his daughter. “Hey baby, I missed you.”
“Missed you too, Daddy.” She jumped into his arms and kissed his cheek. “I made cookies. They were really tasty.”
“They were even better than my cookies,” Rebecca said.
“Is that so?” He smacked his lips loudly. “Did you leave me some, Beth?”
“Of course, I did.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Where are they then?”
Her mouth opened a little. “Oh!” She pointed at the car.
She wriggled out of his embrace and ran back to the car.
“Hey Beth!” Rebecca called.
Beth paused and turned around,
The older woman winked. “Don’t forget that other thing!”
“No need to worry.” Beth tried, and failed, to wink. “I’ve got it.”
Rebecca bit back a smile. “That confidence and charm. There’s no doubt that kid has your genes.”
“Don’t you mean lucky kid.” Roy smiled and turned to Rebecca. “She’s something else, huh?”
Rebecca inclined her head. “She sure is.”
She made him smile every day - smiles that mended his broken heart, assuaged his grief and make him want to be the best person he could be.
Beth emerged from the back of the car with a lunch box and a brown paper parcel. She was also wearing a flowery apron that she wasn’t wearing when she entered the car.
“What’s that you got, sweetheart?” he asked.
“It’s my apron.” Beth curtsied and held out the apron like it was a long ball gown. “It’s for keeping my clothes nice and clean.”
“Wow! Did you say thank you to Aunt Becca for the lovely present?”
“Course, I did.” Beth held out the brown parcel and lunch box in both arms. “Now, it’s your turn to say thank you.”
Roy raised an eyebrow at Rebecca, and he took the lunch box and parcel from Beth’s outstretched hands.
“Well thank you, Beth and Aunt Becca.”
“Wait until you open the parcel,” Rebecca said.
Frowning, Roy put the lunch box under his arm. He opened the brown paper parcel and a garment falls out. He catches it before it falls to the ground.