the things i want you to do with that handkerchief

Bluebird

Prompt/Summary: This is fic number 12 for @mrs-squirrel-chester​‘s album challenge.  You know the boys before they go off to war

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Some angst. 

Word Count: 931

Author’s Note:   See the end.  I love this song.  I sing it in the shower a lot.  I hope I did it justice.

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Witches on a budget, I’m telling you, go to thrift stores. (I mean, if you want to. But I strongly recommend it.)

90% of my candle holders and candles in every conceivable color are from the local thrift store. One of them was literally a sealed package of witchcraft-specific candles with ritual instructions inside. I’ve found devotional statues, wooden boxes and shelves perfect for altars and witchy storage, all the interesting jars ever, seashells, stones, altar cloths and tarot deck cloth wraps, offering dishes, chalices, witchy books, tiny picture frames for ancestor pictures, and more. Most witchy things I see don’t even buy but leave behind because I don’t need them or they’re not relevant to my specific practices, but I’m always floored by how great they might be for others.

This post was inspired by the fact that I just bought handkerchiefs for devotional embroidery I’m going to work on, and an oracle deck in its original packaging (in a grab bag of other stuff I’m about to sort through, so maybe there’s more witchy stuff too!), for a total of $3. I’m serious. Just during a brief trip to my local Goodwill.

So, in conclusion, thrift stores? All the witchcraft supplies ever. Do some basic cleansing (usually just a quick mundane wash for things that have an interesting and safe energy to begin with) and you’re good to go.

If you want, reblog and tell me about your own thrifty witchy finds!

Sherlolly Appreciation Week Day 5 - First Fight

I have to admit that I’m shocked and a little bit proud of myself for managing five fics for this week so far. Will I have one for tomorrow? Not sure. Anyhoo, here’s a little fight-let… hehe, I crack myself up. Thanking the radiant @mizjoely for looking it over for me. Rated T for a naughty word. Enjoy ~Lil~ (On a side note, apropos to nothing, I’ve been singing some Adele tonight and KILLING it!)


-Impractical About Death-

Molly Hooper sat curled up in the corner of John’s sofa, crying and breaking his heart just a little.

“I’m sure it’s not nearly as bad as it seems,” he said, trying to offer the woman some support.

Sniff. “I don’t know, John.” Sniff. “You didn’t see his face. I was awful.”

“Molly…”

“It was my fault! Mine! Our first fight and I started it!”

Yes, that is slightly unbelievable. “Doesn’t matter who’s fault it is…”

Her head snapped up. “Of course it does! I’m buggering this all up. Me! Not Sherlock, me!”

John had watched the couple over the last five months, and he had also watched Molly slowly unraveling. He knew something was coming and that it probably wasn’t good. “Are you not happy?”

She shook her head. “No, it’s not that.”

“What is it then?”

A moment passed as she stared across the room. “I’m waiting.”

“On what?”

“The other shoe.”

He sighed. “You can’t do that Molly. It’s not fair. You knew exactly who he was when…”

“No, you misunderstand, John. I’m waiting not for him to fail. I’m… afraid.”

“Of what?”

She sat up on the edge of the sofa, her elbows on her knees and said, “I’ve always been a very practical person. Mum died when I was seven, my dad when I was twenty. I’m surrounded by death. Normally I…” She paused, wiping her face with her sleeve. “But I finally found someone that I don’t think I can live without.”

He reached for her, rubbing his hand across her back.

“I’ve seen the things he does, John, what lengths he’ll go through to solve a case. He puts himself in danger without a thought.” Turning her face she added, “I-I don’t th-think…”

At that moment the kitchen door burst open and Sherlock strode into the room. “Give us a moment, John,” he said, his eyes firmly planted on Molly.

John got up and left without a word.


Sherlock had heard the entire exchange. It was underhanded, even he knew that, but he was completely out of his depth and had no idea what had set Molly off that morning. So he went to the only person who could help him figure out his relationship.

He knew who was knocking on John’s door, so he asked his friend not to disclose his location as he stepped into the kitchen. Then he listened to her heartbreaking words.

It really was completely unlike Molly to pick a fight about dirty clothes left on the floor; clearly the heart of the problem was something much larger. As he stood just behind the door, listening to the woman he loved explain her fears to his best friend, Sherlock made a decision.

Sitting down next to his girlfriend of just a few months, Sherlock pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to her.

“Thank you,” she said in a small voice.

“Molly, do you want me to stop solving crimes?” he asked as she cleaned her face.

She looked up, horrified. “No! Of course not!”

“Then what do you propose we do about your anxiety over my mortality?”

With a defeated shake of her head she said, “There’s nothing we can do, Sherlock. I’m a neurotic mess. You’re not happy and I’m a wreck. I th-think it might be best if we… just forget this whole thing.” She smiled sadly. “We had some good times though, right?”

“You’re suggesting that we… break up?”

“What else is there?”

“Not giving up, for one thing!” He stood and paced across the room. He was more than a little shocked at her defeated attitude. “Molly… I’m… Yes, my job is dangerous. And yes, I tend to take unnecessary risks from time to time.”

Her eyebrow shot up as she folded her arms across her chest.

“Okay, I often take unnecessary risks. But it’s very unlike you to simply give up.”

Molly stood and crossed to him. “I watched you jump off a roof. I’ve seen you high off your arse five different times. I was the one in the back of that ambulance, Sherlock. I ran those tests. I visited you after Mary shot you. Then after you broke out of the hospital and nearly died again! I know what Smith did to you. I know that you were tortured whilst you were on your mission for Mycroft. I know everything! It plays like a fucking movie in my head.”

“What’s different now?” he asked calmly.

“What?”

“What’s different, Molly?” She didn’t answer, so he continued, “You’ve always known those things and you’ve always loved me. So what’s different?”

He watched as her eyes filled with tears. Shaking her head she said, “I don’t… I don’t know. I really don’t.”

Sherlock smiled. “I do.” He put his hands on her shoulders, pulling her closer. “If I had died any of those times, you would have lost a friend, someone you cared for and even loved. And you would have mourned me. But now, you’d be losing a partner, a lover, your future…” He swallowed. “Well, we’re not quite there yet, but I think you get my meaning.”

She nodded. “How…”

“Because I fully understand. Losing you would break me, Molly.”

Burying her head in his chest, Molly sobbed, “I’m so sorry, Sherlock. The clothes don’t really bother me.”

He held her tight. “I know that, sweetheart.”

“You’re not a slob.”

“I sort of am.” He kissed the top of her head.

“Or an arsehole.”

“Well…”

She pulled away, looking him in the eyes. “Not to me, you’re not.” She looped her arms around his neck.

“That’s special treatment because I get to see you naked.”

Molly giggled and tugged his head closer. “Sorry I went a little nuts.”

“Are you kidding? You took the pressure off of me. I really thought I’d be the first one to screw up.”

Molly rolled her eyes then sobered. “I’ll try not to worry so much.”

“And I suppose I could be more careful. But I’m going to need more naked girlfriend to make up for missing out on all that danger.” Sherlock said with a huge smile before kissing his girl breathless.

Thanks for reading ~Lil~

anonymous asked:

Flustered

always a good word with these two. ESPECIALLY WHEN IT’S BABY WARBLER!KLAINE!!!!! :D

blaaaah just spat this out really quickly in all my never-ending season 2 feels

(one word prompt thingy)

The Warblers are appropriately somber as the final notes of “Blackbird” ring through the council room, though no one seems to know what to say. In the ensuing silence, Kurt sniffles, tears pouring down his face and his voice tight when he says, “Thank you,” to the room at large. Everyone stays quiet for another beat or two, until Wes, looking at his folded hands on the desk, nods to himself and says, “A fitting farewell for our dearly departed Pavarotti.”

No one is looking at Kurt - not awkwardly, just politely, out of respect for his grief - but they all murmur in agreement with Wes’ sentiment.

Blaine, on the other hand, can’t stop looking at Kurt. He says nothing.

“Warblers, I think it’s only appropriate that we reconvene at tomorrow’s meeting,” Wes announces, banging his gavel with finality before standing up from the council table. “Kurt, please let the council know if you need anything.”

“That goes for all of us,” Nick adds.

Kurt thanks everyone again as they begin to file out of the room, but when he looks up, his eyes go directly to Blaine.

If Blaine speaks, he might just start babbling, or crying in sympathy, or worse. So he just breathes, trying to keep himself together in the wake of this… discovery? Revelation? Wake-up call? Whatever this is, it’s overwhelming, consuming all his senses as his mind, body, and heart finally seem to come to an agreement:

Kurt.

They are the last two in the room.

Kurt walks slowly towards him, rubbing his thumb along the edge of his “Blackbird” cassette tape before he slips it into his back pocket. He looks like an angel of death in a comic book in Blaine’s eyes, light and dark, elegant and beautiful in the way that lightning is elegant and beautiful. His sweet face is so sad, and still wet from crying, but he gives Blaine a soft smile when he reaches him.

“So… did we decide on the blazer piping issue for Sectionals? Did you even get it on the table yet, before I halted the proceedings?”

Blaine blinks, the question confusing in its distance from his current train of thought. What blazers? He couldn’t give two shits about a blazer right now. “I… uh.”

“I mean,” Kurt goes on, shrugging one shoulder and swiping delicately across his cheeks with the side of his hand, “I agree with you, that the Warblers could use a little shake-up. The issue is that the reversed color scheme just isn’t as aesthetically pleasing. Doing something different for the sake of it is usually a good thing, but not at the expense of style.”

“Uh. Here. “ Blaine hands Kurt a handkerchief from his bag, which Kurt takes with a grateful nod of his head before dabbing carefully under his eyes. “I… yeah.”

Kurt peers at Blaine from behind the handkerchief with a little frown. “Look, I know that was… a dramatic eulogy, for a bird, but I needed to do it. Pavarotti was important to me.”

“No, I – that’s not it. I’m just… having, um, a… a moment? It’s not–”

He can’t say, It’s not you, it’s me. It’s Kurt, all right. Everything is Kurt, and Blaine feels like an idiot for not understanding that sooner.

Kurt.

“That was perfect.” It’s the most honest thing Blaine can allow himself to say while the rest of his feelings are still tumbling around inside him. He has to adjust to this clarified sight.

“Oh. Well… thank you,” Kurt says, reaching out to hand Blaine his handkerchief.

Blaine gently pushes Kurt’s hand back towards him and says, “Keep it.” He notes, with a little jolt of pleasure, that Kurt clutches the tiny scarf against his chest with both hands like a token, smiling down at it for a moment before he looks back up at Blaine with those piercing, wet blue eyes.

Blaine isn’t sure this is the smartest thing to do in his current state, but he asks, “Do you want company? We could… watch a movie or something. Or… um, I don’t know.”

“Oh, thank you for the offer, but no. I need some time to myself now, if that’s all right.”

“Of course it’s all right, Kurt. Whatever you need.” Blaine’s heart aches for him.

Kurt.

“I’ll see you in the morning. Feel free to text me if you want.”

Blaine definitely wants. “Yeah. I’ll… see you.”

Kurt gives him a funny look, bemused by his awkward behavior, but he grins and waves the hand with the handkerchief in it as he leaves the room.

Blaine just stands there for a few more minutes, pressing his palms together in front of his face as the words for what he needs to express start to sort themselves out in his head.

He suddenly has a lot more to put on the council table than those silly blazers.

The Red Dress

Alexander x FEM!reader

Hamiltime

Author: Lil Laddie

Words: 1935

Warnings: War, kinda cheesy

A/N: I know I don’t usually do gender specific readers, so I’m very sorry for that! This imagine is actually based off of how my grandparents met in World War II. I of course changed some things, but it’s very close to my heart. My grandpa would always tell us that he saw the prettiest woman he had ever seen in a red coat in New York Square and just had to meet her! He, like Alexander in this imagine, was about to be deployed to war. So, I hope you guys enjoy this imagine! Thanks for reading! Love ya!

“I’m just saying, this revolution will be worth it. Fighting for our freedom is not something we will regret.” Alexander told his friends as they strolled down the streets of New York.

“I could not agree any less, mon ami. I can’t wait to bring freedom to my own people!” Lafayette said, all his friends nodding.

“I can’t believe we’re finally going to fight tomorrow. We’re going to be one of Washington’s men.” John smiled at the thought.

“It’s going to be amazing! The four of us fighting for something, we have wanted for so long!” Hercules joined in, his broad grin unshakable.

“I can’t believe Alexander hasn’t gone into a full on rant yet.” John laughed, glancing at his friend beside him. He was not paying attention to a single word they said.

“Um, Alexander?” Lafayette asked, snapping his fingers in his face until he turned to look at them.

“Sorry, something just caught my eye…” He trailed off, looking back at the thing that had distracted him.

“What are you…OH! Looks like Alexander’s got his eye on a girl.” Hercules slapped Alexander’s back, laughing loudly enough to catch your attention.

Alexander felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of you. You certainly stood out among the sea of women and girls walking around the town. You were dressed in a beautiful red dress in the midst of browns, blues and greens. He had never seen someone as beautiful or as intriguing as you were. He caught your eye for just a second before you quickly dropped your gaze, hiding a very prominent blush.

“She’s beautiful…” Alexander looked completely starstruck, shocking his friends. They had never seen him so…Helpless!

“Go talk to her.” John encouraged, nudging him slightly forward.

“I can’t do that! I’m leaving for the war tomorrow, I can’t just do that to her.” Alexander protested, his eyes still not moving off of you.

“You know some women find it very romantic to be writing a man at war during courtship.” Hercules stated, the others humming in agreement.

“Look at her, you think she’d want something to do with someone like me? I have nothing! No money, no title, no land. She deserves more than that and besides, she probably has someone in her life.” Alexander sighed.

“What makes you think she cares about all that? Plus, I don’t see a ring on that finger! She’s fair game.” Lafayette attempted to rise his friend’s spirits.

“You see her dress? She’s in the midst of woman in simple dresses and she is wearing a red dress made of much nicer fabric. Hercules can even back me up on this!” Alexander exclaimed.

“He’s not wrong. Then again we don’t know for sure if she truly cares about these things. Besides, what happened to not throwing away your shot?” Hercules smiled, knowing that that would get his friend’s attention.

“You’re right. What do I do?” He asked, his eyes filling with determination.

“Talk to her right now. Do not let her leave before you talk to her. Maybe get her to go on a walk with you. Then, she’ll want to write you. You can court over letters during the war and after, possibly get married. That’s the plan. Can you do it?” Hercules explained quickly.

“Yes, sir.” Alexander turned and began to approach you, who walked slowly with another young woman. He caught sight of a handkerchief on the ground and thanked the stars for his luck. “Excuse me, miss. Did you drop this?” He asked, holding out the handkerchief towards you.

You quickly searched yourself before blushing. “I believe so. Thank you, mister…” You trailed off.

“Hamilton, Alexander Hamilton. And your name, miss?” Alexander asked, holding his hand out for you to take.

“(Y/N) (L/N), Mister Hamilton. Thank you again for returning this.” You blushed as he gently pressed his lips to your hand. The two of you were completely enchanted with each other, forgetting the person that stood right beside you.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mister Hamilton. I’m Angelica Schuyler.” Angelica interrupted the moment. You almost cursed her for it, until you saw a familiar smirk on her face. “I really must be going. I’m sorry that I can’t walk you home, (Y/N).”

“I could do it! It would not be right for you to have to walk by yourself, Miss (L/N).” Alexander immediately volunteered, Angelica’s smirk only widening.

“I believe that would be perfect. It was good to see you, (Y/N).” Angelica quickly hugged you before walking away quickly.

“Shall we?” Alexander asked, holding his arm out for you.

“We shall.” You gladly took his arm, guiding him towards the direction of your house. “Thank you for walking me, Mister Hamilton.”

“It’s a pleasure to do so, Miss (L/N). And please, call me Alexander.” He smiled at you.

“Then you must call me (Y/N).” You smiled back at him, you’re heart fluttering.

“Are you a supporter of the revolution, (Y/N)?” You almost didn’t hear the question he asked. Your focus being on how easily your name rolled off his tongue.

“Of course I am! My father is actually going off to war this next week.” You slightly shuddered at the thought of your father fighting in the war. It was for a cause you supported and knew to be good, but you didn’t understand why they couldn’t just talk it out instead of resorting to violence.

“What a coincidence. I am leaving to fight tomorrow.” Alexander said, you turned to look at him in shock.

“Tomorrow?” You asked, feeling the blood leave your face.

“Yes, tomorrow. Are you feeling well, (Y/N)? You just turned very pale.” Alexander stopped, studying your face with a concerned look.

“I’m fine, it’s just…” You looked away from him, blushing at what had upset you.

“It’s just what?” Alexander asked, the concern not leaving his face.

“This may sound childish, but we just met and I was hoping we could maybe…” You trailed off again, not daring to look at Alexander’s face. Too bad that meant you missed the smile that lit up his face.

“That we might court?” Alexander asked, his face bright and happy.

“Um, yes.” You looked at his smile and couldn’t help one to slowly grow on your face.

“I hoped for the same thing. I can write you during the war and when we get back we can truly court each other.” Alexander reassured you, the both of you turning to resume your walk with grins.

“I would enjoy that very much, Alexander.” You couldn’t hide the excitement in your voice.

“As would I, (Y/N).” He said.

The two of you continued the rest of your walk talking about your likes and dislikes. You were very disappointed when you reached your house. This would be the last time you would seem him until after the war. Even then, there was still a chance that he wouldn’t return from the war.

“You will get a letter from me as soon as it is possible for me to send one. I hope you will write me back.” Alexander grinned, taking your hand in his kissing it once again very lightly.

“I hope I can wait that long to hear from you. I barely know you, yet it feels like my heart is already yours.” You blushed, your hand tingling from his touch. You waved goodbye to him and walked up the stairs to your house, seeing your mother and father watching from the window.

“Who was that?” Your mother asked in excitement.

“An extraordinary man. He’s leaving for the war tomorrow and wants me to write him while he’s away.” You smiled at the thought.

“She’s got it bad.” Your father smirked at your dreamy expression.

~~~

Through the long years of the war, you wrote Alexander daily. It was hard for you to hear the horrors he faced at war, but still each letter made your day as it did for Alexander. Everyone in camp could tell when Alexander had read your letter of the day due to his love sick expression. General Washington had began to tease him about it after a couple months into the war, the rest of the camp quickly joining in.

You also got plenty of letters from your father, claiming that Alexander was just as amazing as you had said he was. He told you on multiple accounts of how Alexander had saved the army from its own destruction. Your father wanted you to marry Alexander as soon as the war was over. Alexander agreed with his idea immediately. He couldn’t wait to see your expression after the war, when he was planning to tell you.

Each day you had the same process of running to meet the mailman and tearing Alexander’s letter open as soon as it was in your hands. This was, until you heard the cheers of people saying you had won the war. America was free and that meant Alexander was finally coming home. When this news reached you and your mother, you both had the idea. The two of you rushed to get ready for their arrival.

“(Y/N), quick! Put something nice on before Alexander get’s here. He will surely ask for your hand.” Your mother grinned, ushering you up the stairs.

You looked through your wardrobe in a hurry, not knowing what to put on. That’s when it caught your eye. The red dress you had worn when you met Alexander. The dress that had luckily caught his eye and his interest.

You put it on, hearing a knock on the door downstairs. You could hear your mother answer the door, welcoming Alexander into your house. Taking one last glance in the mirror, you ran down the stairs. Sure it was unladylike, but you could not wait to see Alexander again.

“Alexander.” You gasped at the sight of him, tears springing to your eyes.

“(Y/N).” He grinned, looking at the beautiful red dress that had brought them this far. “I see you thought of me when you choose that dress.” He smirked, slowly raising his arms out for a hug.

You laughed, running to his embrace. He held you tightly, the two of you not noticing the tears you both had streaming down your faces. Neither did you notice your parents in the corner of the room, watching the two of you with smiles.

“When are you going to tell her that I agreed to let you marry her as soon as possible?” Your father called out.

You looked between the two men in shock before pulling Alexander’s face to yours. He melted into it, the two of you clinging to each other as if your lives depended on it. You pulled away, panting slightly. Luckily your parents had left during the kiss, but you still couldn’t shake your shock. You were going to marry Alexander Hamilton. After years of writing him in the war, you were finally going to marry him.

“I love you.” You looked up at him, never wanting to look away.

“I love you too.” He smiled at you, “And I promise I’m never going to leave your side again. Those years at war were too long. I never want to be that far apart again.”

“Agreed.” You nodded, pulling him in for another kiss.

The years of the war had been long and painful, but they were finally over. You could finally be with the man you had grown to love, in a nation that was finally free.

Understanding

Written for Royai Week 2015. This is the last of my one-shots. Maybe one day I’ll write the remaining ones for the other RW prompts, but it’s not in my plans for now. I might change some of these titles though because some are really terrible and I just called them by the prompts.

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It was the last weekend in Central before Edward and Alphonse returned to Resembool. Besides, the newly promoted Brigadier General Mustang, now that he finally had his old team of subordinates back, would be heading for Ishval in a matter of days. Everyone had agreed on meeting at Roy’s apartment tonight, for one last gathering before they went their separate ways.

Dinner went smoothly: jokes, sarcastic remarks, anecdotes, a few insults that caused no harm, praise for accomplishments and offers of help and support in the future if needed.

As she drank her coffee, Riza looked over the cup and watched the Elric brothers. Edward was enthusiastically eating a piece of cake, but Alphonse looked distracted; he rubbed one of his eyes and turned his head to the opposite side of his brother. He may have hidden it from Edward, but Riza noticed the yawn.

When Breda made a pause on his retelling of a story of his academy days, Riza used the moment to interrupt.

“Alphonse.”

The blonde boy looked at her, along with everyone else at the table.

“You seem tired. Do you want me to drive you back to your dorm?”

Edward turned to his younger brother immediately and frowned. “Al, why didn’t you tell me?” He put a hand on his shoulder. “Come on, let’s head back.”

Alphonse shook his head. “No, no. I’m fine, brother!” He grinned so widely that his eyes were closed when he spoke. “You’re having a good time; I don’t want you to miss it just because I’m a little tired.”

Riza smiled sweetly. “I can take you, Al, and Edward can join you later.”

Roy, who was sitting next to Riza and a little too close, touched her arm. “No need for you to leave, Lieutenant.” He turned his attention to the boy. “Alphonse, take my bed. Whether you wake up in an hour or stay until morning, I won’t mind. We’ll probably stay up all night.”

Alphonse stared at Edward. “What do you say, brother?”

Edward shrugged. “It’s alright by me if you want to, Al. But if you want to leave, I’ll go with you.”

He shook his head again. “Uh-uh.” Then, he said to Roy, “Well, if it’s no bother…”

“Of course not,” Roy answered amiably.

Riza stood up. “Come on, Al. I’ll show you to his room.”

With help from Edward, Alphonse stood up and used his cane to walk behind Riza. “Thanks, Lieutenant,” he said.

The two of them left the dining room and, while Riza helped Al to bed, the men continued talking.

“And so Rebecca and I are going to be officially dating when we come back from Ishval,” Havoc said proudly.

Ed brushed a side of his hair with his fingers and groaned with frustration. “Seriously, you said that like five times already. Don’t you have anything new to share?”

Havoc gasped, and then lit a cigarette as he replied, “Well, excuse me for being happy. You’re just jealous you don’t have a girlfriend.” He put the cigarette in his mouth.

Fuery lifted an eyebrow. “But he does have one.” He turned to Ed and asked, “Aren’t you and Miss Rockbell together?”

Edward startled and blushed furiously. “What?! No, no, no!” He stood up and shook his arms in the air, crossing and uncrossing them at high speed. “We’re just friends! I don’t like her like that!”

Roy chuckled. “You should tell that to your face, you know?”

Edward sat back down, clearly ashamed and agitated. “Of course I’m going to blush if you’re going to suggest something like that about my childhood friend!” He sighed. “At least I’m better than someone who dates different women all the time with no shame.”

Roy leaned over the table and smirked. “You wish you could date such beautiful women.”

Ed rolled his eyes. “I don’t care about that. But one day, you’re going to actually love someone other than yourself and she will probably hate that attitude of yours.”

Roy relaxed in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest. Quietly, he said, “That’s some curious word you used there, Fullmetal. Do you honestly think I don’t love anyone?”

Edward blinked with confusion and lifted his chin. “What, you do?”

Falman coughed.

Very quietly, Fuery said, “Ed, don’t.”

Breda busied himself with another big piece of cake.

Havoc lit another cigarette.

Roy pursed his lips. “I’m surprised you ask, Edward. Everyone else here knows the answer to that, as you can see.”

“Really?”

Edward looked at the men. They were all nodding except for Fuery, who was wiping tears from his face.

Roy took a deep breath before speaking. “There is, in fact, one woman I love, Edward. I love her more than my own life, too.”

Edward listened with great interest, having not expected any reply of the sort.

“Tell you more,” Roy continued.

“Boss!” Havoc interrupted.

Roy ignored him. “She’s the only woman in this house right now.”

Riza sat down next to Roy.

Edward watched the scene agape. Aware of all the eyes on her, Riza simply took back her cup of coffee and drank the beverage again.

She made a face of disgust and left the cup on the table. “It’s cold.”

Edward gulped. “Uh, Lieutenant…?”

She looked at him. “Yes?”

He sighed. “I’m sorry. I asked Mustang about it. I don’t think he would have wanted you to hear—”

“Don’t worry, Ed. I already knew.”

“…You did?”

She smiled at Ed and nodded.

“Did… did he tell you?” he dared to ask.

Riza looked at Roy, her expression getting even softer, warmer. “It isn’t hard to see.”

Edward stared dumbfounded at the pair. The silence lasted for a whole minute. Roy was lost in Riza’s eyes; his expression serene and full of tenderness. It was obvious that he was totally in love with the woman at his side. Ed mentally kicked himself for not having noticed it earlier.

The awkwardness grew as the seconds passed, and Ed felt like just standing up, waking up his brother and getting out of there.

“Do you want to know, Ed?”

The older Elric looked at the person who talked to him. Riza was patiently waiting for a reply.

“Know what?”

“If I love the General.”

He started to sweat and talked nervously. “No, no, it’s none of my business, really. I mean, unless you want to tell me, but I’m not asking; not at all.”

“I do,” Riza said. “I do love him.”

Havoc had a lit cigarette in each hand. Fuery was weeping, failing miserably at trying to dry his cheeks with a handkerchief. Falman was reading a magazine he found nearby, and Breda served himself the last piece of cake.

Edward was speechless. He didn’t understand. How had he missed this for so long?

“But…” he said. “You’re not dating, are you?”

“Of course not,” Roy replied. “It is one thing to have this feeling for each other, but it’s against the military rules to act on it.”

Ed looked down. “So you can’t be together, even if you want to,” he concluded.

“Right,” Riza said.

He frowned sadly. “I’m sorry.”

She showed him a wry smile. “It’s alright, Ed. This is the life we chose.”

Edward was about to say something else, but Riza continued.

“But please,” she said, “do not talk about this to anyone. Our careers are at stake. This is very important, Edward.” Her tone got even more serious. “We’re trusting you with this information.”

Ed nodded, knowing better than thinking of ruining Roy’s and Riza’s lives with a simple slip of his tongue. “I promise I won’t tell.” He frowned. “But what about Al?”

Riza smiled. “You can tell your brother, Ed. But no one else, please.”

“You have my word, Lieutenant.”

Soon enough, the topic of conversation changed, and everyone else became talkative again. When it was time to leave, Edward went to the bedroom and woke up his brother. Falman and Fuery had left minutes ago, and Havoc would take Breda and the Elric brothers to their dorms. Riza said she would stay a little longer, just to help Roy tidy up the place.

By the time they were back and got ready for sleep, Edward had told Alphonse everything he missed at the table. The younger brother was happy to hear about Roy and Riza, and he couldn’t keep his grin off of his face as he changed clothes.

“Hey, Al,” Edward said. He was helping Al to lie down on his bed. “I know it’s great that Mustang and Hawkeye know that they love each other and all that, but there isn’t much to be happy about. They can’t be together after all.”

Al smiled. “I’m sorry, brother. You’re right. It’s just that…” He turned off the lamp on his bedside table. “Something weird happened when I went to sleep to the General’s room. I told the Lieutenant that the mattress was amazing; hard enough to help me keep a good posture, but still soft enough to be very comfortable.”

Ed got into his bed and lifted an eyebrow. “What’s so weird about that?”

Alphonse closed his eyes. “That the Lieutenant smiled at me and said, believe me Alphonse, I know.”

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Buffon: ‘Shut up, go home and improve’

Juventus goalkeeper Gianluigi Buffon hits back at recent controversy - “shut up, go home and improve”.

Following the Bianconeri’s recent wins over Inter and Napoli, there has been outrage over refereeing decisions, and the Italy captain has called for an end to it.


“I’ve often found that questions from journalists or articles in the media are designed to create bad feeling or tense situations, to get under the skin of fans,” Buffon explained to Mediaset.

“In this case, no, the opposite happened. The media has been very good at relieving tension and we insiders must examine our own conscience.

“We need to do that because I’ve seen interviews which made me feel gruesome, creating controversies out of things which were almost non-existent.

“I can understand controversy over things which are true, but with these things you need to shut up, go home and improve.

“If you want to create non-existent incidents and wave the white handkerchiefs, that means you’re completely out of order and I can’t appreciate or respect you.”

Becoming Me (Avengers x Reader) Part 3/?

Originally posted by sgtbuck

Warnings: Maybe swearing?

Ft: Fury, Agent Maria

Excluding: Thor (since he is off at Asgard now)

Summary: After your little talk with Fury, you have been broken down. Thinking about past choices you realize your wrongs. You face a new challenge though as you are brought out of your cell, but for what reason?

A/N: So here is Part 3. I hope you enjoy it and let me know if you want to be tagged in the next Part! Btw gif is not mine! Love you and enjoy!

Part 1   Part 2


It’s been a few days since Fury has talked to you. You haven’t seen a single soul since. When you wake up, you see your meal and a new set of clothes on a bench. Nothing more and nothing less. It was lonely and agitating being stuck in this room, but you thought you deserved it for what you did.  

It is now the 5th day and you are sitting on your bed eyes closed. The door opens and close, you open one eye and see Natasha Romanoff there. You close your eyes tightly, not paying her any attention. Suddenly some clothing hits you in the face and falls straight into your lap. You open your eyes to see a suit made of black leather kind of material. “Get changed.” Natasha states as you hold up the suit to see it’s just like a catsuit. 

“Why?” You ask standing up with ease. You have your back turned to her as you unbutton the prison like white suit and let it fall to your feet. You don’t get a response, so you continue to get undressed. Stepping out of the pool of clothing at your feet, you start putting on the suit. The suit fit your form perfectly.

“Good. It fits.” Natasha states when you turn around. “Hands out.” She commands with the same handcuffs from the first day. You outstretch your arms and put your wrists close together to help. She snaps the handcuffs on with ease. You don’t bother struggling since you know what you did.

“I”m sorry, Romanoff. I’m sorry if I caused you any pain or trouble.” You state looking down at your hands as she continues to make sure they are secure. She stops when she hears your apology and looks at you curiously. She walks behind you and pushes you forward gently. 

“Let’s go.” Natasha commands and you sigh letting your head bow as you walk. She pushes you along gently. When you are in the hallway, you let your head up to watch where you are going. 

“Isn’t that-” an agent starts to say to the person next to them. 

“Yup. Real trouble has been caused from her.” The other agent states and you sigh looking down at your feet again. You guys continue to make your way to who knows where. Once you get out of the elevator, Natasha walks alongside you. Natasha holds out her arm and stops you as you both reach a set of double doors. You look at Natasha with a curious look on your face. All you wanted to do was face your punishment and just pay for what you did.

“In favor of the apology,” Natasha turns looking at you with the same serious look she always wears. “Good luck.” She whispers and you give her a confused look with your eyebrows knitted together slightly.  She’s already turned around and is opening the door. She gestures for you to walk and you do. You look around the room and see a long meeting like table set in the middle of the room. Sitting all around the table are the Avengers looking unimpressed by your presence, but who can blame them.  At the head of the table is Nick Fury himself along with an agent beside him. 

“Agent Romanoff, thank you.” Fury thanks Natasha with a nod of his head. All eyes were on you as Natasha takes a seat between Cap and Dr. Banner. “Miss Y/L/N come on in.” Fury gestures to the other head of the table. You take a few steps further into the room, your hands shaky, as you are now standing at the opposite head of the table looking directly at Fury. Your heart beats fast and you are sweating slightly now. At your end of the table is Tony and Barton, who look at you with menacing looks. You avoid any eye contact with anyone besides looking at Fury. “You are probably wondering why you are here.” Fury more states then asks.

“Kind of, but I have a few ideas of why I’m here.” You answer unemotionally.

“You’ve worked with over a dozen people and groups, but there is one that is a bigger pain in the neck over them all.” Fury clicks a remote and a picture of a few ninjas and you are on the tv screen above his head. “The Hand, I believe you’ve captured someone for them, Dr. Merman.” 

“I remember them. Yes. Dr. Merman studies unnatural biological changes in people like me.” You state unemotionally and then it clicks in your head. “They wanted me to build the machine, but I refused to. I tried to get Dr. Merman and I out of there, but Dr. Merman ended up on a plane to Japan by the time I realized my mistake.” Fury nods his head towards Barton, who pushes a manila folder in front of you. You open it and feel the handcuffs tighten. You ignore the pain as you look at the blurry pictures of the Hand receiving various crates and sneaking out.

“They are building the machine in Japan. Somehow they received a set of blueprints of your machine from HYDRA-” You cut Fury off. 

“There is no way they got those unless…” You flip through the file and feel the handcuffs tightening. You finally find what your looking for. “She is the reason why they have the blueprints.” You state holding up the file with the picture of the scientist that was working alongside you, but her face was hidden and she was wearing baggy clothes. “This is Teresa Hanson. We were both kidnapped by HYDRA since we were the top of our class.” You set the files down and that’s when the cuffs start to get even tighter.

“Teresa Hanson, studied at Harvard, second of her class. Went missing the same time you did, Miss Y/L/N.” Fury states bringing up her class ID picture on the TV screen. 

“She is a very paranoid and smart person, so she wouldn’t give herself up that easily.” You reason. “She was more then willing to help HYDRA build the machine, but they wanted me more then her. She wasn’t really happy that HYDRA saw me as more or an asset  then her. She’s grown to hate me. She told the HYDRA commander about my sabotage plan, but I already set it off before then.” The memories come back to you.

“I thought we were in this together, Teresa!” You yell at her as you hold your sister behind you. 

“Well you thought wrong. You picked the wrong side. Have fun dying!” Teresa yells at you before running off with the other agents and notebook in hand. 

“Well the machine has been built and we need to take it down before it makes some monsters.” Fury states before looking over at you. “Ready to go on a mission, Y/N?” 

“WHAT?!” Tony yells standing up, you jump back at the suddenness and that’s when the cuffs have started to draw blood. 

“Stark. She knows more about this case then any of us.” Fury stands up then and walks over to you. 

“We don’t even know if we can trust her!” Fury takes your handcuffed wrists gently as you almost cry from the contact. Taking a key out he undoes your cuffs, and once they are released you lean against the wall behind you before rubbing your raw wrists gently to release some pain.

“She gave up information willingly, didn’t try to use her powers and endured that much pain without a complaint.” Fury reasons which makes everyone look at you. “She has earned her second chance with me.” Fury states before handing you a handkerchief. You decline it kindly, knowing they’ll heal soon, before looking at the group of Avengers. 

“I’m sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused over the years. I have nothing or no one to blame, but myself and poor decision making. I don’t want your forgiveness nor am I asking for it. All I am asking is that you let me help you with this one mission. Teresa doesn’t know what she’s doing and I want to help bring her in.” You state turning around, but wanting to say one more thing. You turn back around. 

“One more thing, I am not the only one in this room that has made some poor decisions. All I am asking for is a second chance.” You turn to Fury with a sigh. “Can I go back to my cell?” You ask which makes Fury nod his head at you. He gestures for Agent Maria, the agent that was standing beside him earlier to come over. You hold out your wrists for the cuffs. 

“You don’t ne-” Fury starts to say, but you shake your head. Looking at your almost healed wrists.

“Just put them on.” He nods his head and puts the cuffs on your wrists loosely. Agent Maria pushes you a little rough towards the door. You stumble for a minute before walking ahead knowing your way back to your cell. You would push you a little too rough when you went too slow for her. 

~

You are sat on your bed in your room back in your white prison uniform with the black suit on your bedside table. Playing with the sleeves stitching you hear the doors opening. Looking up you see Captain, himself, walking in, but you look back at your sleeves. “Came in here to get some answers?” You ask looking at him through your eyelashes. 

“I want to ask you a few questions before I make my own decision.” Steve states and you nod your head understandingly still looking at him through your lashes. He sighs and grabs a chair in the middle of the room. He takes a seat slowly before looking at you. “Why didn’t you tell anyone about HYDRA?” he asks you. 

“HYDRA was hunting me down, but I was able to drop a few hints to Fury. From what I heard, he figured out my hints.” You state nonchalantly. He nods his head and looks down at his lap. You look down at yours playing with your sleeves.

“I’ve heard your story, but why help all those criminals?” He asks you kindly and you sigh. You sit straighter and give him your full attention. 

“Let me help you understand my predicament.” You state before taking a deep breath in. “You’ve lost your best friend that was like a brother to you, yes? His name was James ‘Bucky’ Barnes.” You ask, but know. He nods his head while looking at his feet. “Losing him you had people there to support you and help you make decisions and you were surrounded with goodhearted people. You know my story about my parents verbally abusing my sister and I. After I lost my sister, all I had was this vengeful feeling and no one to tell me right from wrong. I have always been surrounded by darkness. When your at your weakest points in life that is when the darkness consumes you.” You end your speech with a tear falling from your eyes.

The silence sweeps the room makes the tension build. Your tear dried on your cheek and Captain looking at you. He stands up looking around the room, his gaze stops on the uniform on your bedside table. He picks it up and holds out his hand for you to take the uniform. “Well it’s about time to let the darkness within you to disappear.” He states and you stand up taking the uniform. “Get dressed, we are leaving in 15.” He informs you walking towards the door. 

“Wait!” You call out to him. He turns around looking at you curiously. “Thank you for giving me a chance.” You thank him with a slight bow of your head. You look up and he nods his head curtly at you before walking out of the room.


Taglist:

@bangtanjm @demongodess @abbeybirch @lost-in-the-stories @chevycastiel1967 @littlescamandcr @priettierthanyou @thyotakukimkim @lisssays

Touchy feely

Requested by @ladykaaesienofgondor  , based off this imagine . I never stop at 500 words, yeah. 

Imagine caressing Boromir’s beard.

The last stitch. You cut off the thread and looked at your work with a critical eye. 

Not bad. 

It was not the first time you had to practice your sewing skills on people rather than fabrics, so the seam turned out quite decent. There was even some hope it would leave no scar. It could have been even better, if you had had your hands on the wound as soon as the Fellowship had set the camp here.

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White Flag

Anonymous request for SpencerxReader prank war.

I had taken to being very, very careful at work. I mean, sure I hunt down dangerous criminals every day, but that’s not why I need to take extra precaution. It’s not the criminals. It’s Spencer Reid.
It started out innocently enough. A fake spider on my desk that resulted in a fake cockroach in his coffee mug. But then, it escalated. Slowly, at first, like the time the wheels were pulled off of my chair and I couldn’t move it, or when I glued his file folders shut.
Then came the foam in my keyboard.
That’s when I replaced the sugar with salt, knowing Spencer uses obscene amounts of sugar in his coffee.
That one was fun. Spencer came through the bullpen with his first cup of coffee and sat down at his desk, taking a long, slow sip. I watched his face in delight as his features contorted and he threw his hand over his mouth, forcing himself to swallow.
“Ugh. God, (Y/N), don’t you think messing with a man’s coffee is pushing it too far?” He asked, coughing.
“Don’t you think that messing with a woman’s keyboard is pushing it too far?” I mocked. Spencer just shook his head as he stood up to get rid of the coffee.
I was on my guard after that, but Reid didn’t do anything in the following few days. That only served to make me more nervous.
“I don’t get it,” I complained to JJ, glancing furtively at the genius across the room, focusing intently on the file he was reading.
“Don’t get what?” She asked.
“Reid,” I answered. “He hasn’t gotten me back for the salt prank.”
JJ just laughed.
“(Y/N), you do know what the whole prank war thing is about, right?”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“He’s flirting with you,” she said. “He just doesn’t want to overstep. It’s your move at this point.”
I thought about what she said and glanced back at Spencer.
“Okay,” I said with a nod. I went over to Spencer and smiled at him.
“Hey,” I said.
“Hey,” he replied. I dropped a white handkerchief on his desk and he looked between it and me, looking confused.
“What’s this?” He asked.
“White flag,” I replied, perching on the edge of his desk.
“A truce?” He asked. I nodded.
“Why?” He asked. I shrugged slightly.
“There’s something better on the other side,” I said with a small smile.

Tagged by @a-lonely-ahoge thank u for tagging ^0^
5 things you’ll find in my bag
Black pen
Lots of papers
Markers
Paper handkerchief or tissues ??
Notebooks
5 things you’ll find in my bedroom
Dry pens
A box with my drawings inside
Lots of papers
3 headphones (2 broken ..)
Book shelves
5 things I always wanted to do in life
Travel around the world
Having a superpower like teleport or telepathy or not needing to sleep
Going to space
Learning other languages (I’m so lazy)
Being more social
5 things that make me happy
Laptop and PC
Friends and family
One punch man season 2
Otps and fave characters
Drawing
5 things I’m currently into
Danganronpa
Uh
Idk
Maybe
Psychology
5 things on my to-do list
To write case for debates uuugh
Studying for physics’ test
Doing homework
Finishing sprite edits
That’s it
5 things people may not know about me
I have a cat
I’m looking at creepy masha and bear blanket rn
I love geography
I don’t like cucumbers
I might have OCD

I tag @redking907 @kimmysfandomblog @happyfandomcookie @levendul

ONLY THE BEST

A/N: So Jules got me to fill a request for them and it was challenging, but definitely interesting! I changed up the request a bit, but I hope it’s still kind of what you wanted. Buckle up, ‘cause things are about to get interesting 😈

“When you open your requests again you should definitely make an imagine about how you’re James’s daughter and he’s super over protective (people will look at you and he’ll snap, guys look at you and he’ll kill them). You finally get a boyfriend and he kills him but it’s in the hotel so he’s stuck there 😂”

Hope you enjoy!

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I was tagged by @glaspaladin this was long but I had fun. Thank chu~<3

Five Things You’ll Find In My Bag:

  1. Phone and tab
  2. Handkerchief
  3. Inhaler
  4. School I.D 
  5. Earphones

Five Things In My Bedroom:

  1. Lots of teddy bears & plushies
  2. So many jackets strewn around
  3. Anime posters
  4. A broken mirror
  5. Winnie the Pooh alarm clock :’)

Five Things I’ve Always Wanted To Do In My Life:

  1. Dye my hair
  2. Get an undercut
  3. Get proper sleep
  4. Ride a bike  ;-;
  5. Drive a car

Five Things That Make Me Happy:

  1. My internet friends
  2. Magnus Bane
  3. Lance Mcclain
  4. Ice cream
  5. Sweets

Five Things On My To-Do List:

  1. Clean my room
  2. Buy some milk
  3. Do the laundry
  4. Eat until u die (im not joking)

Five Things People May Not Know About Me:

  1. My fears
  2. My insecurities
  3. I like sparkly/shiny things
  4. Im secretly gay :’)
  5. My kinks

Name?: Jungjae (didn’t said real name :D)

Nicknames?:  tiny, jae, jelly ace, m&m

Zodiac?: virgo

Sexual Orientation?: gay all the way

Ethnicity?: whut

Favourite Fruit?: bananas :’) (have mercy on me)

Favourite Season?: Rainy season

Favourite Flower?: Blue lotus

Favourite Scent?: ehh perfume? Im allergic to perfumes and colognes :’)

Favourite Animal?: Dogs

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate?: Hot chocolate (with lots of sugar, hello diabetes)

Cat or dog?: One must not choose between children

Dream Trip?: I really don’t like travelling tbh

Number of Followers?: a decent amount :D

What do I post about?: klance fanart, memes, voltron

Do I get asks on a regular basis?: not really, my inbox is kinda lonely

Favourite Band?: SHINee (sorry for my kpop ass)

Aesthetic?: I have no idea

Fictional Character I’d Date?: ummmm….Magnus or Lance? Uhhh ehh

Hogwarts House?: Hufflepuff

Rules: BOLD or star the statements that are true for you!

APPEARANCE:

I am 5'7" or taller (I barely reach 5’0”)

I wear glasses

I have at least one tattoo

I have at least one piercing

I have blonde hair

I have brown eyes

I have short hair (very short)

My abs are at least somewhat defined

I have or have had braces

PERSONALITY:

I love meeting new people

People tell me that I’m funny

Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me (tho im really bad at helping people)

I enjoy physical challenges

I enjoy mental challenges (they make my head ache)

I’m playfully rude with people I know well

I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it

There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY:

I can sing well

I can play an instrument

I can do over 30 pushups without stopping

I’m a fast runner

I can draw well

I have a good memory

I’m good at doing math in my head

I can hold my breath underwater for under a minute

I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling

I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch

I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES:

I enjoy playing sports

I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else

I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else

I have learned a new song in the past week

I work out at least once a week

I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months

I have drawn something in the past month

I enjoy writing

I do or have done martial arts (taekwondo in elementary :’) my face was always blessed at that time)

EXPERIENCES:

I have had my first kiss

I have had alcohol

I have scored the winning goal in a sports game

I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting

I have been at an overnight event

I have been in a taxi

I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year

I have beaten a video game in one day

I have visited another country

I have been to one of my favourite band’s concerts

RELATIONSHIPS:

I’m in a relationship

I have a crush on a celebrity

I have a crush on someone I know

I have been in at least 3 relationships

I have never been in a relationship

I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them

I get crushes easily

I have had a crush on someone for over a year

I have been in a relationship for at least a year

I have had feelings for a friend

MY LIFE:

I have at least one person I consider a “best friend”

I live close at my school

My parents are still together

I have at least one sibling

I live in the United States

There is snow right now where I live

I have hung out with a friend in the past month

I have a smartphone

I have at least 15 CD’s

I share my room with someone

RANDOM SHIT:

I have breakdanced

I know a person named Jamie

I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce

I have dyed my hair

I’m listening to one song on repeat right now

I have punched someone in the past week

I know someone who has gone to jail

I have broken a bone

I have eaten a waffle today

I know what I want to do with my life

I speak at least 2 languages

I have made a new friend in the past year

I’m tagging @ciuucalata @coralreefskim @bleusarcelle @waffle-walks @kaxpha @yaxxm (its okay if you guys ignore it and sorry for bothering u)

Five Things Tag🌸

Tagged by @howdoidemi  😁 

5 Things You’ll Find In My Bag

  1. tangled up earphones
  2. a couple of pens
  3. a more often than not empty wallet 😭😂
  4. my seldomly used handkerchief 
  5. iphone/ipad charger

5 Things You’ll Find In My Bedroom

  1. bed! :D (I love my bed)
  2. two shelves full of books
  3. one gigantic mini schnauzer stuffed toy (ironic noh?)
  4. a study table piled high with old notebooks and books from high school until college
  5. a vanity with a ton of stuff (perfume, make up, headbands, etc.) that I don’t really use

5 Things I’ve Always Wanted To Do

  1. go scuba diving
  2. own a lot of dogs :D (rottweilers, mastiffs, leonbergers, corgis and basset hounds!!!)
  3. get wasted (i’ve only ever been tipsy haha need to drink more)
  4. travel around the world with friends
  5. lose weight (…i’m a fluffy potato)

5 Things That Make Me Happy

  1. my friends and family ❤
  2. reading fanfics haha
  3. watching movies and youtube videos
  4. listening to music (esp. kpop >:D)
  5. pretty color combinations

5 Things I’m Currently Into

  1. KPOP!!!!!
  2. playing video games (re-played some FF games)
  3. the Harry Potter fandom…re-familiarizing myself with it
  4. nail art
  5. watching tutorial videos on youtube

5 Things On My To-Do List

  1. get an oppa in med school
  2. get a scholarship in med school (pls….)
  3. exercise….ugh
  4. save money for kpop concerts/other stuff
  5. get serious when it comes to skin care

5 Things People May Not Know About Me

  1. I was a test tube baby :)
  2. Was supposed to be part of a group (trio?) of triplets but the other two never really formed
  3. I skipped a grade so I’m one year younger than most of my batch mates
  4. I’m a dual citizen :D My parents are both Filipino but I was born in the US~
  5. I never really knew how to speak in Tagalog as a kid haha so I guess English was my first language? I only learned how to speak proper Tagalog when I was in elementary school

Tagging 5 people as per the theme (hope you don’t mind :D): @bunny-wk-fanfic @hlfblkwlfdmn @zefyre @xbluemoonx @the-angryfaced-heroin

TO   BAKE  TOGETHER       ,       one   of   the  things   chibiusa   had   wanted   to   do   with   zuko   while  he  was  here    .     had  turned   into  a  disaster   as  neither   seemed   to   be   the   best   in   the    kitchen     .           ❛         AH      !       cheater    ,    you’re   not   supposed   to   eat   the   chocolate   already      !       look   ,    it’s   all   around   your   mouth    now     .        ❜          usual   solution  would   reach   for   a   handkerchief      ,     but   bold-felt   princess    with   the  cotton-candy   mouth    ,    it  reached   forward   to   kiss   the   chocolate   that   covered   his   lips    .          ❛         hehe    ,     sweet     .        ❜            /    @firebcrn

Spontaneity - Yoonseok

“Hyung, we’re lost.”

“Hoseok, for the last time we are NOT lost.” Yoongi sighed as he squinted at the map for the nth time.

“Just admit it, Hyung, we’re lost.” Hoseok said as he crossed his arms. His infamous ‘sil’ frown was starting to form.

He sighed yet again, tearing his orbs away from the piece of paper to glance over at the brunette.

“Yeah…we are. But I just don’t want you to get worried or scared.” He mumbled.

“Pssh…I never get scared.”

“…”

“Okay okay, I know we’re in a completely foreign country right now but let’s take advantage of this.”

Yoongi groaned in response, he did not like the way this was going.

“Let’s go on one of those spontaneous adventures! Like in the movies!” Hoseok exclaimed. He smiled to himself, very satisfied with his decision. He even patted himself on the back.

Yoongi wanted so badly to grumble and moan about not wanting do this. But seeing Hoseok so happy and excited. He couldn’t take that away from him.

Plus he was so cute, how CAN anyone deny him? The world was not fair at all. “…okay…” Yoongi breathed out trying to hide his grin.

“Yay!!” Hobi grabbed onto Suga’s arm and dragged him through the bustling streets of Venice.

“Ooh ooh, Hyung! Let’s go to that street booth!”

“Daebak! There playing music over there! Let’s join them.”

“Ooh this looks like an interesting alley way. Let’s take it!”

Yoongi would be dragged to all these random places. And he would genuinely enjoy it.

They did so many things Yoongi wouldn’t have done by himself.

They lit these small fire crackers with naughty village children. They hung around old ladies who danced to rhythmic music. Occasionally joining them. They ate weird and new foods and snacks that they probably couldn’t even pronounce the name of.

Yoongi especially enjoyed the…what did the locals call it? Canelli? Cannoli. Yeah that. When they had dug into it, it was sweet heaven. And Hoseok managed to get cream on his cheek.

“Hobi, why are you so clumsy? What are you an animal?!” Yoongi asked as he took a napkin and wiped it off his face.

Hoseok’s eyes became crescent-like, “thanks Hyung!” And he went on to try more pastries.

Finally the Italian sun was about to set, yellows and oranges had met and mixed together in the sky. Yoongi stopped and really let the image sunk in. They were on top of a hill now. The sun was hiding away behind the small houses.

All of a sudden a body had decided to attach to him from behind. He could feel the steady breath and heartbeat of Hoseok. He could also feel the tingling sensations when the man’s fingers traced over his arms.

“Yoongi. There’s one more place I want to take you.”

“Where is that?”

All of sudden the handkerchief that was once tied around his neck was place over his eyes.

“Shh, hyung it’s a secret.” Hoseok giggled as he tied the fabric.

They walked for little while in silence.

“Why can you just-”

“Yah! Hyung! Stop being so loud!” Jhope jokingly scolded. Yoongi scoffed, oh how the tables had turned.

“Okay…hyung. One step at a time. It might feel rocky but remember if you fall-”

“You’ll catch me?”

“Ha! No.” Yoongi grumbled at Hoseok’s snickering. “We’ll fall together, Hyung.” Hobi’s hands wrapped more tightly around Suga’s torso. This made his heart tingle a little more.

“…I trust you.” Carefully Hobi led him onto this rocky thing. Then he pulled Yoongi down into a sitting position and took off the handkerchief.

Yoongi and Hoseok were sat on a gondola. It was rocking side to side on the clear waters of the canal. A man confidently stood at the back with a row.

“W-What?” The man pushed away from the edge and started steering it’s way around.

“Unlike you Hyung I researched about this place before we came here. I heard these things were very popular with the couples nowadays.” Hoseok smiled at Yoongi.

“Couples?” Red burned his pale cheeks.

“Well…I mean…I’m not trying to say we’re…do you want to be a couple…?” The raven haired man just chuckled deeply. Hobi glanced up at the man, worried if he said something wrong.

“Yeah. I’d like that.” For the first time Yoongi pulled the other man closer to him without hesitation and kissed him.

It was short, simple but sweet. The new sensations of the others lips on their own settled in.

Their hands found each other, and they were linked for the rest of the ride.

“I should be spontaneous more often…” Hoseok thought.

Five things tag~

 I was tagged by: @fictitious-life-ls gracias hermosa <3 te agradezco mucho el detalle *w* lo haré con mucho gusto, saludos desde España :)


5 Things You’ll Find In My Bag
1. My wallet 
2. Candies
3. My Keys 
4. My Headphones
5. Handkerchiefs

5 Things You’ll Find In My Bedroom (Rn i sleep in my brother’s bedroom)
1. Playstation 4 and TV
2. My dog’s bed
3. Books. A lot.
4. My bag.
5. My brother’s own mess 

5 Things You’ve Always Wanted To Do
1. Surf.
2. Sky diving
3. Move to Madrid or Valencia
4. Petting a owl 
5. Traveling around all Europe

5 Things That Make Me Happy
1. Traveling with my bestfriends
2. Read
3. Dancing, singing and listening to music
4. Spending time with my mother and make her laugh
5. My dog. And my aunt’s dog. And my other aunt’s dog. Dogs in general.

5 Things I’m Currently Into
1. Diving
2. Taekwondo
3. My candy love & Eldarya
4. My grades
5. Reading/whatching movies/series

5 Things On My To-Do List
1. Washing my dog XD
2. Practicing my English :c
3. Drawing
4. Practicing my French :c :C
5. Playing a guitar

5 Things People Might Not Know About Me
1. I love every kind of Music. Reguetton, heavy metal, pop, indie, hard rock, baladas, ost… 
2. To consider someone as a friend… at leats i have to know them at least 2 years. That’s why i don’t have a lot of friends,but they are for sure friends of a lifetime.
3. I’m in love with Tom holland *w*
4. I don’t have any friend online, but there’s someone special to me who talked to me about taekwondo
5. I’m very happy when i “met” someone online from Spain.

6. I love every cover os Chase Holfelder


Sorry bad english :c i’m trying! I tag: @r-sweti @vrael-mcl and @adrypineapple sorry people if you’ve alreay done it!

A New Path - Chapter 5

I’m so sorry it took so long! Yesterday was my birthday, I was planning to upload it yesterday but I wasn’t able to do that in the end. Hope you would enjoy this chapter! ;w; Also, I really want to thank every reader who liked this story so far. It makes me really happy to receive nice asks, it lets me know that I’m actually doing a good job and I should continue with this story. So thank you very much. Well anyway, without further ado, enjoy reading~

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I’d like to ask for a yuletide special. Can you imagine attending a Yule ball with the male shepherds? What do they wear? Do they pick you up early or late? What is dancing with them like? It can be head cannons or little scenarios...your choice. Please include Frederick. He is my favorite (just like your blog if my favorite). Love you guys!

I think I did a few dancing things a while back, so I hope this is kinda what you had in mind? Love you too! Made Freddy’s a little longer~

Henry: While he doesn’t wear his usual robes, he does find formal attire from a Plegian tailor. They’re robes meant for dressy occasions such as these, and are of a deep purple color, not unlike his typical attire.

Henry being Henry, he dawdles getting toward you, not seeing what the point of any of this is. You’re relieved that he’s going at all, considering he’s not a fan of this type of thing after all. You only got him to go because you told him you don’t want to suffer alone. He’s not fond of this type of suffering (“No fun in it”) but he’ll do it just for you.

When he dances with you…all eyes are on the two of you. Not because you’re exceptionally graceful, but there’s just so much liveliness in the way he goes…he doesn’t have a care in the world about how he looks, and despite your initial embarrassment, neither do you.


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