#aph wales x reader

[kirklandsheartsecrets]

How would the bros act/react to their wife playfully being a little naughty? Like she hugs them from behind only for her hands to start feeling them up, she smacks their ass while walking pass them, she sends a dirty text during a meeting, and finally while working late in their desk she visits them to remind them to not over do it and then whispers into their ear something naughty.

So that you know, they'll be motivated to finish work fast ;)

UK brothers x reader II playful and naughty teasing

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

+18

consensual acts and characters are all +18 of course.

Wales

Hugs from behind drive him to insanity.

He loves, loves, loves feeling you behind him.

Your hands are traveling over his torso.

or lower

Dig your hands over his body and prop yourself against him.

Seduction works well with him; he is into it.

He never leaves work until the last minute, so he's probably free for this specific business related to you.

has priorities set in his life;)

You peeked your head in the living room; Dylan's silhouette was doing something near the drawer, where many savage piles of files always lay, creating a mess. The blonde's head turned around, taking note of your presence. However, the man thought you would only pass by. He didn't expect to feel your sudden warmth from behind.

Smoothly, your hands grabbed the blonde's waist, pressing your fingertips over the soft skin covered by his shirt. As if your Welsh boyfriend accepted his fate, he didn't let out a sound from his lips, waiting for your next move. Your hands relaxed, however, and they traveled up his torso, gliding over the slight curves of his muscles. Dylan lost the grip on the files he was holding, which fell messily over the edge of his fingers.

The higher your hands would reach, the tighter the space between his ass and your tights would be as they tightened and pressed against each other. You tiptoed to reach even higher, to his clavicles, only to quickly drop your hands back to his waist and furthermore reach to where his v-line started.

Most of your fingers stretched away from his skin, leaving only your index fingers to tease the hem of his pants.

Air caught up inside Dylan's throat as he felt warmth building up in his chest and face. He wondered if the blood ran directly to his pants, giving him a visible boner, or if the sensation came from your hands playing with him, feeling up every inch of his body.

Dylan reached over your hands when you started playing with the hem of his pants.

« Now... » He mumbled only for your ears.

You tiptoed again and pressed yourself against Dylan, ignoring his question, this time leaning and kissing the right side of his neck. Voluntarily breathing over his skin, goosebumps appeared instantly.

Northern Ireland

pretend to moan his name.

or whisper his name in his ears.

Add to it a sly smile.

Playful seduction always pays off.

He cannot concentrate anymore.

will cancel anything to end you right there in bed.

Meetings, appointments, you call it.

could be at home or in public  

He loves playful intimacy and usually responds by doing the same, but moaning his name in his ears is his secret spot. From the moment you moaned out his name with a smile, he was also smiling with his lips.Connor thought quickly about how he could make you pay for your naughty sounds by teasing him.

The meeting's bathroom or wait until tonight?

He wasn't going to wait when you were in the same room as him, looking irresistible. He just wanted to hear your nasty voice yell out his name over and over again now.

He felt aggressive butterflies take over his pelvis region, conscious of the blood slowly rushing to it.

He takes his phone, writing something quick over it as you two were in the middle of a meeting,

Why don't you purr like this in the bathroom while I listen with headphones?''

When you stood up and left the meeting room, Connor, I expected you to actually do it as you were wearing the dirtiest look on your face.

This only made him unexpectedly leave the meeting with a deep facial expression, heading towards the bathroom.

Ireland

One kiss over the lips is never one kiss only.

always turns out into a make-out session

and he knows it.

just as well as you do.

Of course, he also drops everything he is doing.

He didn't want to do it anyway.

pretty easy; kiss him and grind him a bit in between.

reacts positively to the signs instantly.

Sean pretended to be focused on this project, computer open in front of him, staring at the screen. He obviously wasn't; however, this project wasn't going to write itself by just staring at it. Someone employed by his boss would do it anyway.

You lightly knocked at the door of his office, entering. When you opened the door, Sean could hear the voices coming from the neighboring rooms. His boss and many others were discussing random matters loudly enough to be heard. Yet he was stuck here, writing this project, when he could just talk it out with whoever was in charge of this subject.

Naturally, after entering, you sat on him, leaning lightly for a hug. Sean's arms welcome you closer to him.

Without speaking a word, you pulled him into a kiss, perfectly conscious that Sean would turn it into the most heated make-out session right there, right now.

He sunk deeper into the chair as you deepened the kiss, taking your sweet time and waiting for him to engage deeper. Sean chose to slow down and break the kiss. He knew he was onto something when you made him extend his posture lower in the chair, only for him to lean soon enough again in. While you applied pressure against his lips, Sean's left hand found its way to your chest, and as a response, your pelvis against his thigh grinded closer. However, much to Sean's displeasure, you detached from him, leaving his head hanging towards you in confusion.

As you're leaving the room, he is quick behind you, following.

England

One naughty text is not enough.

It takes 10 of them for him to actually stop what he is doing.

This workaholic is too busy

Be straight to the point and say what you want him to do to you.

He is not patient.

you neither;)

definitely motivated to finish quicker.

There is something else he'll finish quick though.

on his mind the whole time after reading the texts.

England felt his stomach drop, followed by heat, as he saw the text bubbles appear. 11, to be precise. For a moment, the Brit thought that they would never stop. He saw them but didn't mind reading them fully, his attention sparked by the people around the parliament talking. He turned his phone the other way around, over his thigh, so he wouldn't look at it. However, the urge to check took over, so he grabbed the phone and this time unlocked it to read the texts from the start.

Arthur knew he didn't let any reaction escape his facial features, as parliament sessions are filmed.

He knew no one could see the texts, so he started reading them. In the texts, you mention with a variety of vocabulary what you wanted, but most importantly, that you wanted it quick.

Arthur is not allowed to leave parliament sessions that easily. He put down the phone again, listening (or at least trying), but his mind kept thinking of the texts you just sent him. His thoughts repeated the words over and over again, wishing time wasn't as slow as it felt right now.

Suddenly he is pressuring the talks and taking part in them. Luring his boss into pushing the session to the next day again

Finally, by the time he is out, he calls you from his office, quite frustrated because of how naughty his mind is and, moreover, that he couldn't leave sooner in the session. The journey home from the parliament added to his pent-up frustrations, which resulted in Arthur being quite rough when he came back home to you.

Scotland

Usually, no one can get around him when he works.

but you don't really care about that.

Undressing him works well.

Try to lift up his shirt or open the buttons (if he has them).

If he is wearing a button-up shirt, just leave it open enough for your hand to linger over his skin.

If his upper body is bare, he won't hold still for too long.

will finish his work first but fast just to get to his real business (you) faster.

another one who gets a boner right after

Alistair felt your presence in the room, but his concentration told him better. He had to proofread this paragraph carefully again, or his and Arthur's boss would make his next few years a nightmare.

You sat at first on the chair next to him, a loud silence taking place. You stared at your husband for two long minutes, observing his physical features. His left hand was covering his facial features from the angle you were looking at as he kept staring at the infinity of lines in front of him.

Alistair wouldn't answer you if you let a word out, as when he is reading he never replies.

However, you did notice his tense back, tightened shoulders, and lightly pressed neck while staring at him for who knows how long.Imagine the sensation he must've felt the whole afternoon in this position. It gave you back pain.

He obviously felt frustrated and bothered by this task, which has taken days and weeks to get approved, and thus because of his brother's boss being a pain for him and his own boss.

You let out a mere sigh when you came back to reality from your thoughts, but you didn't expect your sigh to be so loud in the room. You pecked your husband's cheek lightly before leaving your hands to do the work over his shirt. You ran your hand first under his shirt, feeling the burning skin untouched this whole time. Seeing the lack of reaction from the Scot, you opened his shirt entirely, making sure to slide it against his back muscles and strong arms. Naturally, his arms freed the shirt from his body before getting back to their original position.

You gave Alistair a few seconds for his warm skin to feel the slightly cooler air in the room, giving him this tingling sensation in the pit of his stomach.

Alistair instinctively looked up to you and thought for a second about how your hands roaming over his chest would feel, leading his mind to the naughtiest thoughts possible. He tried to shake these thoughts away, only for him to sigh as he looked for the line he was reading.

You were going to put your hands on him, but having compassion for him and this project he's been working so hard on, you chose not to do it. You left the room, leaving his shirt on the chair next to it, chuckling slightly. Alistair literally ran out of the room after reading the last line of the paper in front of him.

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some are more explicit than others, couldn't decide tbh so i mixed

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[sh1-n0bu]

congrats on reaching 300 followers!!! may i request for hetalia? (i’m not sure on the maximum amount of characters allowed so i’ll make a list, you can skip anyone you don’t want to write for) how would scotland, wales, spain, portugal, france and northern ireland deal with an s/o who’s always lost in their thoughts? like they’re always imagining up complex storylines with their own characters, impossible scenarios, procrastinating, giving themselves unnecessary anxiety, and it’s turned to maladaptive daydreaming at this point. they know this, and they say they’re trying to change, but deep down they really don’t want to because reality hurts, and they’d rather be lost in their own little world instead. am i self-inserting too much? probably-

✿ 𝙞’𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 ✿

characters: francis (france), allistor (scotland), dylan (wales), antonio (spain) and siamas (northern ireland) x nb!reader

warnings: hints of maladaptive daydreaming, disassociation, insomnia, existential crisis, comfort, fluff, light angst

notes: phew it has been so long since i had last watched hetalia so i had to watch a lot of vids, comps and read the fandom articles to remind myself of them lmao. with that the characters also might come off OOC

hetalia fandom r u still alive????? if so then yall better prepare bc once my inbox gets flooded with hetalia reqs im gonna terrorize yall🕴🕴

francis is a romantic through and through and due to that he daydreams as well. whether it be romantic dates or acts you and him could do together, recreating gentle scenes from his favorite romance novels, plan out your date and anniversaries - francis is a romantic soul and he feels your daydreaming problem to a certain degree.

whenever he notices you suddenly go quiet, eyes hazy and unfocused, staring at something while fiddling with the strands of your hair, nails, the strings of your hoodie or anything you can get your hands on, the man would let out a sigh and sit behind you. pulling your body close to himself and slowly rocking you both back and forth gently - waiting patiently for you to come back to the real world.

but sometimes francis just can’t help but get a little bit selfish. wanting your attention only on himself but he knows it’s wrong.

so that’s why, when you stepped into your shared home with the blond after another draining day at work, he had already prepared a tea party setup with your favorite novel’s theme, dressed up as your favorite character with a charming smile and gentle eyes. candles lit, the freshly baked goods’ scent wafting through the air enough to make you drool alongside a hot, steaming marble pot filled with a chamomile tea.

“mon amour, would you care for a tea with me?”

before you two started dating, allistor thought of your stimming and daydreaming moments as something familiar to his brother, arthur.

perhaps you saw something that the normal people couldn’t see and interact with them like his little brother, so the redhead didn’t ask anything of it nor did he thought it’s anything problematic. however he got smacked in the face by how deeply your maladaptive daydreaming problems run when after your date at the cafe together, you almost got hit by a car when crossing the street with unfocused eyes and slow, dragged steps.

since then, allistor took it upon himself to study and research more about the differences of daydreaming and maladaptive ones, what causes them to happen, the reason for one to end up having such an odd yet harsh behavior.

whenever you would end up stimming with your headphones plugged in, mindlessly and robotically going through your work with an eerie silence - the man would observe you for a while, trying to decipher if you’re slipping a bit too deep into the dreams before walking over to you and gently tapping on your shoulder.

when your lovely eyes would lock with his own bright blue ones he would give you a smile and reach out a hand. a silent invitation for a slow dance with him - a formerly talked upon agreement that you two made to help you reground again after another slip.

“dalrin’ would you care to share your dreams with me?”

dylan loves fantasy creatures and stories like his brothers and due to that the blond daydreams quite often as well. about the different mythical creatures, their origins, territory, how they would live and interact with one another - all sorts of things.

he tends to stim a lot without even noticing as well so dylan would be the best person to share your struggles of maladaptive daydreaming. not to mention the short man always carries around a big sponge or those cute, character shaped stress balls.

the first time when he found you completely unresponsive laying on your bed with your headphones in, dylan immediately knew what was going on. so he silently slipped into the bed next to you, held your hand in his own and rubbed slow circles into the flesh until you came back again.

since then you both had made a promise to each other to try and get better. slowly but surely working on your behaviors, problems and sudden slips. and it’s safe to say that you both had gotten better.

“cupcake! if you slip down the rabbit hole again then take my hand and drag me down with you! ‘cuz i don’t ever want to be without you.”

antonio is a bright and optimistic young man, however sometimes he comes off as blunt and insensitive due to him not fully being able to read the situation at hand.

perhaps it’s due to his inability to read the room that he was able to snap you out of your slip so easily and effectively when you two first met. a simple pat to your shoulder and voice asking you “what are you doing sitting around without doing anything for?” definitely stopped your daydreaming.

after you had said your answer to him in an unsure voice, the bright smile wearing man simple smiled even brighter and asked you if you wanted to be friends.

and since then antonio and you two became friends. meeting up in small shops, restaurants, gardens, everywhere anywhere all at once until one day after almost 2 years of friendship the young man asked you if you would like to take your relationship a step further.

whenever he finds you stimming with your fingers while gazing at someplace far away, he just can’t help but get a bit sad. you wanted to be someplace that’s not here and antonio didn’t want you to go somewhere where he can’t be with you.

so he would always rubs simple shapes into your hand or shoulder, giving you an unusually melancholic smile with his pinky raised.

“pinky promise to always come back from your wonderland to me?”

siamas is a loud and chatty fellow - the perfect human representation of a golden retriever if only he had blond hair instead of red.

it was all thanks to his bright personality that you have been getting better and better at regrounding yourself back again when alone.

when siamas first saw your behavior with his own eyes he immediately knew what it was. so the redhead calmly walked over to your sitting form on the couch, kneeling before you and started to plant butterfly kisses on your cheeks. trailing them slowly over your acnes/moles/freckles until you snapped back and let out a giggle at his sweet antics.

he always has a lot of different toys, chibis and cute little bracelets connected to his keychain so whenever you two are going out kn a walk or a date, when he feels your hand become loose in his own he would proudly pull out his keychain and put one of the toys into your hand. gently squeezing yours - which is holding the toy - in his own, giving you a smile and a proud kiss to your forehead when you ground yourself back.

“welcome back honey. so what do you think of getting for dinner today?”

[elithegnome]

I posted 2,890 times in 2022

That's 2,890 more posts than 2021!

527 posts created (18%)

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I tagged 720 of my posts in 2022

#hetalia - 140 posts

#hws - 110 posts

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#hws america - 24 posts

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Random-Ass Hetalia head canons

•Scotland has an unhealthy love for the band CHVURCHES

•Denmark can easily chug down a 159 liter barrel of pickled herring and move on with his day

•Wales has had to explain to America that he is not actually a whale

•Finland can scream-sing (I’ve always appreciated people who can do this)

•Romano was fed up with Veneziano so Romano left him in the Sicilian catacombs for three hours alone.

•Belarus is really crazy flexible (I don’t know why I headcanon this but I do)

•France chugged an entire bottle of perfume while drunk

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Father!Allies X Parent! Reader

PS: I will be giving the kids their names, which will be ones that are common in that country or I thought they sounded nice.

PPS: I know this request was for headcanons but it was easier for me to write short paragraphs.

America:

Child’s name: Milo 

“Ow!” Your husband shrieked, causing you to whip your head around. 

You expected someone to be seriously injured, but no, the sight in front of you was simple. Milo, your son, had hit his father on the knee with a toy mallet a bit too hard. 

“You have healthy reflexes!” The little boy giggled, his baby blue eyes gleaming, “Time for you memicine!” 

Milo carefully dumped a small amount  of green mystery liquid into a spoon. After finishing his work, the child shoved the utensil into his father’s mouth. 

“O-Oh wow Milo.” Alfred gagged, “What is that stuff?”

“Sour slime candy!” He beamed, “And now the hero’s all better! But since this is America your medical bill is $34,000.”

Your husband’s confidence suddenly took him over again, jumping up and setting Milo onto his shoulders.

“The hero will save the day!” Alfred clamored, running around the living room with your laughing little son.

Canada

Child’s name: Addison 

You were sitting on the couch, intently watching your husband and daughter bonding with one another.

“So patient, what hurts today?” Addison voiced with a fake serious tone.

“My knee, can you fix it Doctor Addy?” Mathew asked his daughter, glancing at his knee.

Your little girl grinned, “I can fix anything!” 

“Now,” She continued, “What you will need is an aspirin.”

Quickly, the little girl broke character and ran up to whisper into your ear, “Don’t worry (mommy/daddy/parent idfk what you want your kid to call you) it’s not really aspirin.”

“Okay honey, I know” You chuckled, patting Addison on the head. She smiled again, and ran back over to her father. 

Pulling a peppermint out of her pocket, she began to unravel the plastic covering the pinwheel patterned candy.  She placed the candy into Mathew’s hand and watched him chew and swallow it. 

“Oh wow I feel much better, thank you doctor!” Your husband applauded, shaking Addison’s itty bitty hand.

“You’re welcome!”

China

Children’s names (they’re twins): Jing and Feng

“Aiyah! Don’t torture your old man!” Yao shrieked, followed by the sound of your two children giggling. Worried about your husband’s well being, you speed walked into the kid’s bedroom. 

On the floor, you saw Jing, your daughter and Feng, your son pinning their dad to the ground.

“Are you kids being nice to your father?” You inquired softly, being replied with giggly nods from the small children.

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[imaginethebeautifulworld]

Hi! :D Could you write something with England in his punk phase with a cute happy-go-lucky s/o? Sorry if the ask is bad, english is not my first language :p

Hello, Lovely~! Please don't apologise; your English is perfect! :D

I'm not quite sure if this is what you're looking for, but I hope you enjoy!

People are completely bewildered whenever either of you introduce the other, cannot figure out how on earth the two of you could possibly work together.

Arthur is notoriously critical of everything- himself, the state of the world, American films he didn't have to watch but chose to watch anyway. And you're so light, almost carefree.

It was almost a case of "opposites attract," except Arthur has always been softer than he lets on, and you aren't completely ignorant of how bad things can actually be. It was the middle ground where you two found each other, fell for each other, and built your relationship.

Arthur lives for your laughter now, whatever seemingly small or silly thing you find fascinating. He's come to appreciate more of the little things because of you, his views slightly less pragmatic.

You have an endless fascination with his hair. It's been a few years now, and you're still not entirely sure what his natural hair color is. He dyes it frequently, and while he tries to change the style up sometimes, the same familiar shag refuses to go away for long. Defying all laws of chemistry and physics, his hair is always ridiculously soft, and none of the dyes he picks up from questionable vendors seem capable of weighing it down.

Arthur's not a huge fan of expensive dates, would much rather spend a casual time with you wandering the markets, visiting museums, maybe spending a day at the park? But if you're interested in something more formal, he'll go out of his way to make sure he delivers.

He still hasn't forgotten your expression the first time you actually saw him in a suit. He'll think of it sometimes, think of the night that followed, and soon enough he's another loon on Jubilee Line smiling to himself.

He'll loan you his jewelry quite a bit, especially his bracelets and rings. Maybe he's just a wee bit possessive, or a bit too proud, but there's just something about seeing you wearing his jewelry that makes him stand just a little taller.

Sometimes... Sometimes he'll come home from a fight, and sometimes, sometimes, his friends will see him the next day with pastel bandages over the cuts and bruises.

He's taught you how to barter, and he has to admit he's just a little addicted to the confident, almost cocky look on your face when you convince the salesman to go even lower.

You sometimes like sitting outside the bathroom when he's in the shower. He has a habit of running through his vocal warm-ups, his choices usually completely different from the songs you'll hear him hum later in the day. You're kind of obsessed with his adaptation of Scarborough Faire.

He wouldn't admit it, but he downloaded your favorite songs to his phone. Yes, even that ridiculous one that you're embarrassed of yet sing all the bloody time.

Arthur loves your kindness, and the way you see the lighter side of the world. He knows how fragile and rare a thing that can be, and he's going to do his damnedest to protect it.

He was pleasantly surprised at how well his friends received you, and how quickly you bonded with them, too. You were a bubbly mess on the commute home, chattering away about plans to hang out with some of them at a later date.

He still can't believe how relaxed you are around him; while the city's gotten a lot more open-minded, there are still a lot of people who give him a side-eye. Yet here you are, happily wearing his ancient jacket, your pinkie linked with his, squeezing close to him on the sidewalk, chirping away about- a TV show? Film? He's lost track, but you're excited, and that smile is contagious.

He has resigned himself to spontaneous piggy-back rides.

You wouldn't quite know how to say it out loud, but sometimes, when there's a wandering eye or an unsolicited comment- You're kind of in love with how protective Arthur gets, a small thrill at seeing the other party balk in fear, sometimes literally tripping over themselves as they rush to leave.

The last time he did so, at a secondhand book shop off Camden High Street, you had to bury your face in his back to hide your smile, to pretend to be disappointed in him. "You didn't need to scare them half to death." He chuckled, turning around to steal your book away, and poking your nose. "It's your fault for being so cute." "Not as cute as you," you replied brightly, grinning as he rolled his eyes. "Christ, not again."

Okay, he'll admit it; you softened him up. Even Liam has commented on it. Or, really, Alisdair had made a passing remark, and for the first time in a long while... Arthur just let it go. And Liam stared at him in shock as Arthur visibly forced himself to relax and dismiss the Scot's words, then immediately going right back to his needlework with a hum.

You've picked up on a lot more current events since you started dating Arthur. He's brought you more into the world of activism, and while you don't feel comfortable going to the same extremes, you do like to help spread awareness, even if it's something as simple as wearing some of the pins, helping him find good spots for stickers or tags, and tagging along to protests armed with baked goods and plenty of water bottles.

You love coming home to him, sitting on the couch painting each other's fingernails, an ignored episode of Sherlock playing in the background as you share takeaway and whatever dessert he attempted to bake earlier.

He's not quite sure how he got lucky enough to see you like this, how he gets to hold you like this, but he'd do anything to keep you. Anything.

Thank you for the ask, luv! I hope you enjoyed~

[erina-writes-headcanons]

Hetalia: Oceania and United Kingdom Masterlist

Hello Everyone, This is the Masterlist of my planned post and the link to the post of the scenarios. You also can see some of the symbols below. Also, starting now. I also accept headcanons and scenarios for 2p Hetalia other than just 1p Hetalia.

🌹: Smut

🥀: Angst

🍭: Fluff

😂: Comedy

🧐: Random

🧸: Domestic

😐: Non-Specified

🗡️: Gore/Yandere

❤️: Romantic

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Australia

Crushing Headcannons❤️🍭🧸

New Zealand

Crushing Headcannons❤️🍭🧸

Scotland

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Wales

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Ireland

Crushing Headcannons❤️🍭🧸

[d-joana-a-shippadora]

What would you say is the best fanfic you’ve read so far, any pairing (or lack thereof) and any fandom?

OH BOY, I DON’T KNOW!

I MEAN, THERE ARE SO MANY REALLY GOOD FANFICS!

SIT DOWN, I WILL RECOMMEND SOME IN PORTUGUESE AND ENGLISH! MOSTLY IN PORTUGUESE BECAUSE YEAH! ALL FROM HETALIA! 

(THIS IS JUST THE PART 1 BECAUSE THERE WAS SO MANY FANFICS, BUT I WILL RECOMMEND SOME LATER! ALSO, SEND ME SUGGESTIONS TO READ! THANK YOU VERY MUCH!)

PT:

Uma vida escolar nada comum by @littlefairyinabottle . Yeah, that’s right: 262 chapters. How that’s possible? Even the writer doesn’t know! However, you know how important this fanfic is to me? I was one of the first readers. I saw this small fanfic to grow up and helped to become better. I was there when the plot twist was revealed; to be honest, that plot twist wouldn’t exist if the writer didn’t have done a mistake. But it made it even better! Also, I made a lot of the characters!

Anyway, what would happen if humans started to study with our lovely countries?

O choro dos pássaros by @amaranthine-sins . YES, ROMECHU! THIS BEAUTIFUL ONESHOT ABOUT ROMECHU MADE ME CRY!

JUST…! IT’S AMAZING, OK? AMAZING! THIS WOMAN, MY VIRTUAL MOM, IT’S A GREAT WRITER! I LOVE YOU, MOM!

Card Castle . YES, AGAIN OF MY MOM! SHE MAKES ME PROUD! ANYWAY, THIS IS A FRUK WITH SPAPORT AND OTHERS SHIPS (LIKE SEBORGA X ME; YEAH, I GOT THE BAE!) Ok, she is not going to finish this fanfic, however, she wrote another fanfic about FrUk, reusing some plots of this one and is…

White Canvas THIS ONE, THIS BEAUTIFUL FANFIC, IS JUST… AMAZING! IT’S NOT OVER, HOWEVER, AAAAAH! Ok, the main ship is FrUk, ok, but Arthur is dating with Andrés (2P!Spain), AND YOU WILL LOVE ANDRÉS. Now I want to read the next chapter. Damn. Aaaah, you will see here more about Arthur’s brothers and their abusive father, Richard. One of my guilty pleasures is Richard. Such complex character with a terrible past; still an asshole. ACTUALLY, ONCE WE WERE ROLEPLAYING HIM WITHOUT THAT DARK PAST AND, BOY, NICEST FATHER EVER!

Break the Strings STILL WAITING FOR THE SECOND CHAPTER, BUT, GOD, I LOVE YOU, MOM! This is a Germano, babies. Cardverse. WITH OUR AWESOME OC’S ALTER EGOS! I SWEAR TO GOD, YOU WILL LOVE THE ALTER EGOS!

Anyway, this woman is so talented. She gave great fanfics that she didn’t post, but I have read it. SHE HAS A TERROR FANFIC ABOUT APH WALES! GIVE ME THE NEXT CHAPTER, WOMAN! I NEED TO READ THE SEAURA!!! Ok, I’m calm… She also has a 2P!SpaPort!~ Basically, Andrés is writing a carte about his life and his crush for Filipe (2P!Portugal). I just love it.

Arranha-Céus Flutuantes. Aaaah, Francis and his three loves: Marie Antoinette, Arthur and Jeanne. It’s so well-written, I’m???? This is very old and I’m still waiting for an update, but still??? Amazing. I hope she updates. Her other fanfics are very good.

Carpe Diem I STILL DON’T KNOW IF THIS IS A PORTENG, SPUK, SPAPORT OR A POLYAMOROUS RELATIONSHIP, BUT I STILL LOVE IT AND I’M SUFFERING. WHY THIS PEOPLE DON’T UPDATE THEIR FANFICS ANYMORE??

Moonlight. An angsty DenNor fanfic. Ok, the main character is Iceland, but still. 

Just give me new chapters.

[kirklandsheartsecrets]

Hai, YOURE BLESSING US WITH THE UK BROTHERS💕💕💕THANK YOU

Could we get some sort of headcannons based on “when they understand that you’re the one” please ?

BLESS YOU💕😭

"When they understand that you're the one" II UK Brothers

❥ wales realized that you were the one when he started gifting you snacks randomly through the week. it's essentially pastries and bread, but every day he comes accross the bakeries on his way and wonders which one will he get you next. it became a part of his journey, a thought stuck in his tireless mind, he never forgets it.

❥ it didn't take too long for england to get hit by the realization. he is always looking out for your favorite things, call it food, hobbies, clothes, music and more. you mentioned last time astronomy, now he is on his bed staring at the wall thinking about it. your favorite celestial object, how his love for you reflects the infinity of our universe.

❥ ireland knew you were the one when he started talking about you to anyone he met. his lips couldn't keep the sound of your name for himself. the thoughts filled with your image and how he would describe you over the time. his mysterious man now listens daily to him. taking the time to think about the numerous people who heard about you, like a legend, a goddess he praises regularly. spreading your name like a religion.

❥ n.ireland knew he was infatuated when your name rang through his brain like an obsessive song . waking up, your name was the chorus in his head repeating itself. the only cure to this insatiable chorus was you. being with you made the spinning song stop, and satisfied his aching brain. When his lips are hovering your neck, he swears that you could hear the song but still craves for it to stop, driving him crazy.

❥ when through the crowd he notices you, walking straight to him, scotland knew. the colored lights of the pub reflecting on each others skins as you walk closer. the people around became blurry figures. he only sees you, he has a flaw for you. completely sober, it couldn't be the whisky he ordered, still not served. it was over for him already.

♡ aaaaaaaaaaaaa thank you

♡ hope you like it!

[kirklandsheartsecrets]

Can we get a scenario where the brothers befriended a human who unbeknownst to them, is also immortal. Kind of like a Baccano! character.

They accidentally became immortal because they drank an elixir that stops them from aging and immediately heals them when they get hurt. They do die temporarily, like if they get shot in the head their body will collapse but they'll just get back up again after they healed up.

That being said the human obviously doesn't know they're immortal and they think that they'll eventually die someday. So before that even happens, they faked their death in front of them either by getting shot or voluntarily getting into an accident or get caught up in the war since the anime takes place in the 30's.

And then a few decades they meet again, which baffled both parties because, they're suppose to be dead! Yet here they are, alive and most suspiciously still young!

it took me so LONG AND FOR WHAT

but it was so great to write it

finally anon, I hope you like it i also will make one part per brother because it’s too long

wales

❥ he is cycling through the paved street, sweating, cursing in his head about why would there be a hill right there in the city.

❥ yes cycling back later is easier, it just goes down, but every morning, 10:40 he is cycling up this hill, on the paved street. His fragile bike about to break.

❥ his only excuse to not give up is that it was your favorite hill from the city. 

❥ so he keeps cycling everyday through this path to reach the farm he currently helps in everyday. 

❥ industry, farms, schools—

Since the 30´s he hasn’t caught a break. 

Up and downs deciding over his weeks or how far he’ll go sick.

❥ was it better then for him ? Maybe not as much as he would say few decades later but then there was you. 

❥ and you were the best that happened to him

❥ he feels stupid to some degree, he is immortal. stupid for not using his medieval magic because of morals. Stupid because he didn’t dare to ask his brothers about it

❥ he kept silent of his immortality so if you had to go you wouldn’t carry the weight of it

❥so he carries this bitter feeling in his chest now everyday, but they can’t talk about it, his own siblings do not meet often now, at least less than before.

So he keeps the thoughts to himself but also this bicycle hardly making the hill.

❥ when he finally reaches the farm at the far end of the hill, he is already sweating for the day, few kids are walking out, carrying water. He sees their hands tightly holding on the buckets, those being almost half their sizes

❥ he looks away after he greets them, appreciating the view over the village

❥the kids are still looking at him standing still, the buckets now in front of them. Dylan notices how full they are filled. He doesn’t have enough time to ask them why they are standing there that you come out next to the kids

❥ you’re wearing a brown vest with a white shirt tucked under your longer skirt

❥ at first he doesn’t realize, but he is also out of words, how? Were you not dead in front of his eyes ? How come you still looked the same as he did ? What were you thinking?

❥ was the heat in this early September and the war raids making him crazy already ?

❥ were you someone else and he was indeed going crazy ?

❥ the kids are still looking at him like they’re waiting for some kind of answer from him.

❥ he is blushing, shocked and blushing

❥instinctively he is checking out his shirt, not his best one. He is looking rather rough, while you’re magically standing in front of him, elegant as ever, even if your clothes are typically worker clothes.

❥ words were stuck in his throat, he lets out a thick dialect and mutters words but he can’t really hear himself talk by how loud his heart beats in his ears.

❥ “we meet again Dylan." You simply announced, the blushing blonde in front of you, out of words.

❥ you simply guessed that he was an immortal being as well, which you suspected already.

❥ as if from immortal to immortal, you unconsciously kept silence about it to normal human beings. Safety tips

❥you were kinda surprised as well, but more grateful about it, because it meant being with him again.

❥ you still had to explain yourself about it, the elixir which caused you many problems since the 30’s now finally brought up to you back to Dylan

[kirklandsheartsecrets]

What would it be like for the brothers if their partner has a dangerous job that they're heavily dedicated to? Like that occult detective one that I came across, Arthur knows she's capable since she's smart and knows how to fight with or without magic. But she's still human and her fights are against supernatural beings, and maybe there was this one incident where she went missing for a month because she banished a monster along with herself because she needed to push it down inside the portal. She came back, but she looked roughed up after spending a whole month in another realm and probably took her time to get home.

UK brothers x reader II reader with a dangerous job II headcanons

England

as you described it, he knows its fine

however he also keeps in mind that you're only human

no matter what abilities you have

death is still possible

overthinker kind

he needs updates

at least 2 a day

so a whole month with no sign ?

The whole government is looking for you

will scold

scold loudly im sorry

doesn't mean he doesn't understand your job

he actually understands it better than anyone

won't tell you to be careful

but will look for a solution for keeping in touch if that happens

quite surprised by the roughed up appearance

doesn't make jokes about it

he is a serious man

also he wants to be involved too

your dedication is his dedication

wales

worried about it on a deeper level

but

acts like a sociopath about it

it's like he choose to be disconnected about this part of your life

knows your'e your own individual

so he doesn't try to change your mind over it

you wanna die ?

OK

next question please

when you come back after this month

he almost ignores you

sociopath about it but also doesn't want to bother you ??

help him

does wonders how you'll die to be honest

Northern ireland

admirative

wants to be involved so bad

but does tries to give you other job ideas

you have to travel a lot, in our world but other universes

tries to keep you in the UK

''You know, monsters do exist in the UK, don't you take care of these''

the only monster you'll catch there is kids at the back of the bus

dedicated in your job ?

He is dedicated on trying to keep you home in the morning

does a really great job on it

but you still have to go and often unexpectedly

no life signals for one month

asking england for help

starts worrying deadly after a week

when you come back he is literally crying

will never get used to your dangerous job

needs a lot of reassurance about it

ireland

doesn't take this seriously

but in a dangerous way

do not wait until it's too late for him to realise

so it needs a proper talk just the two of you

supports you anyways in this job you're doing

but wouldn't want to be involved either

immortal but it's too much for him

thinks you're smart so you'll be fine

that's not how it works Sean

sees it as military kind of dangerous

no matter how hard you tried to explain he is taking this too lightly

but he prays for you often

owns many good luck charms of all kinds that he shares to you

when you were gone for a whole month

he wasn't worried

he was just curious

the longer you leave

the more you'll have to tell him

needs a wake up call, coming back roughly after one month isn't enough for him

sadly

scotland

lord above

what the fuck were you thinking

wasn't there another way to push it in the portal ?

You're smarter than this [NAME]

literally the think [NAME] THINK ! Meme

not calm about this whole dangeorus job situation

keeps reminding you your mortal condition

asks if he can do the job for you

you came back to a really angry scotland

you were of course exhausted but this was not what you expected

):<

angry scotland waiting for you everyday at the door

started worrying after 4 days

but that's because he really loves you

he tries to cherish every moment with you

call him selfish but he doesn't want you to die because of this job

even if it was for honor

[kirklandsheartsecrets]

could you write headcanons for them with a human s/o? maybe s/o notices how their skin wrinkles but his doesn't, how their hair turns grayer but his stays the same. maybe the s/o knows that they're immortal, maybe they don't, but the brother knows that time is running out. the imaginary music video of them slow dancing with s/o as time passes on and s/o changes, but they don't, ending with one final note of flowers in their hands as they stand over a headstone... aaaaaaa please hit me up with that angst, i NEED pain :D

listen up anon, you did not-

next kid who asks for angst will get the treatment of something completely opposite. 

it’s for your own good 😎

Ireland 

The one who deals with this the hardest.

He doesn’t want to face it, like most things

But on the other side, you’re doing pretty fine

You know about his immortality but he never admits it.

Because you keep coming back every time, every century.

You do believe it too. 

I mean if you didn’t, good luck with that boy.

Is it worth it? Is the sadness worth? The one he feels for decades EVERYTIME you reach your last few years of life.

The love never stops

It grows 

Not that he treats you like unlimited thing— but you get it right?

Listen now you little shit, the sadness?

It’s the memories from centuries ago, being able to recreate them with you every time, a new perspective.

He remembers clearly how you dressed back in your life in the 20’s

The way your dress floats with the wind and against the sun in the middle of a garden.

He does not mind the loneliness of waiting in between your death and apparition.

What bothers him is you and if you feel sad.

He just want to see you eternally happy and just have you eternally.

England

argue with me on this one 

He has seen the worst

Death is scared of him

But Arthur is scared of loneliness 

If his brother does not mind the decades for you to be reborn into another one..

Arthur suffers through those decades.

Abandonment issues 

No one wants to talk about what happened with Alfred and Matthew, it’s not my job.

But you get the feel.

Voluntarily doesn’t take pictures.

He hates it.

He hates pictures, he rather enjoy the life itself.

Then what memories he wants to keep from his s/o ?

Writings

Any letter, any book, any text, he keeps it.

Museums ain’t gonna get those ones lemme tell you.

But why? He doesn’t even keep the clothes from his deceased s/o.

Because he does not own you. 

Respectful, and human rights here babes.

But yeah for the texts, writings or letters. They represent his relationship with you well.

Immortal words, ideas, thinking.

But fragile and mortal

 materials such as paper can burn, 

Easily destroyed, that’s what being mortal is.

Really important concept for immortal beings such as nations, it’s the thoughts that are kept.

Makes sure your death is celebrated correctly.

His reaction is solemnly based on my belief that as countries representations they are a patchwork of their people.

Wales 

another difficult one

But handles it like a champ overtime 

After your death. He couldn’t find the other one.

1 and 1 only.

Keeps everything from you after being deceased.

The slow dancing from each decades

It’s graved in his mind.

Grows closer to your family before and after.

He is dedicated to one person only

Growing up, and as a nation he never accepted his immortality

As a teen he thought that anyone could take the role whenever he didn’t want anymore

Handles it like a champ in front of people

Between closed walls it’s different

Cries once a year randomly when he thinks of you

Yes you read that well, once a year

And no not the date of your death, just randomly.

Is internally angry and nostalgic

Hates himself for being immortal.

Though work on himself, he wants to be human and that’s all.

He wants to feel completely human.

Never made you feel bad about growing old.

He doesn’t love the body but the soul. 

N.Ireland

existential crisis from being immortal and not the other way around

Blames himself so much.

If you’re insecure about getting older he kisses it away 

He talks it away

Yet he wishes he could pass away too.

Big on beliefs.

A lot of time spent on the silence

Not being able to talk, cry or move

The pain is the same as crying but without the tears or anything

He just feels the pain in his body moving around

Desperately looking for the next you

Makes it clear directly 

Doesn’t hide it

Thinking it would make it easier but it doesn’t.

Doesn’t act though about the situation

Biggest worry of the decade for him

Talks it out with his boss or government heads

These mortals see him as their son for some reason

They try to help him talk it out

Sensitive about death in general

To the point where stats of death make him look away at conferences 

He cringes painfully hiding his eyes and looking down at the table 

Scotland checks up on him mostly when he is in a rough phase.

Talked about it with you when he was still friends with you 

One time but it was clear

You choose to not mention it ever again

Gifts you meaningfully jewelry, important jewelry.

Scotland

the one that deals with it the best honestly

Another one who told you directly

Doesn’t like to talk about it too

Said one time, doesn’t need to talk about it again

Believes in after life so it’s not just death

Fell in love for the soul, not the body.

Bodies are just the material that keeps a soul.

Once your soul is free from your mortal life, you have another one by his side.

It’s like living with a phantom 

Corpse bride vibes without the drama 

Made you feel loved the same your whole life.

During the relationship he acts ‘your age’

It’s the gardening endlessly on the week-ends for so many hours with you

Keeping for himself the thought that you’re gonna be like those flowers

One thing really specific about him, is the casket

He believes that burials  and elements in caskets are not representative of life but 

but—

He did put a bracelet, a flower and a note with his name inside with you.

He broke down.

He literally broke down on the floor.

The silence around, was from the m pain of his siblings, 

Throats were burnings from the sight, they didn’t even know how they could breathe still.

It took 4 men to take him off the grave.

It took 4 days to see his face again.

He has never broke down ever since.

The note with his name. 

You promised to bring it back one day.

[kirklandsheartsecrets]

Just realised I was too vague sorry 😅 do the brothers’ accept their confession?

UK brothers x reader II confession reactions/reply

Spoiler : they all accepted the confession

Scotland

The letter blown him away, he could never write something worth the letter he held in his hands.

The brunette choose wisely to speak with you privately.

When he found the letter, he was stunned.

His mind was overwhelmed with thoughts, deep thoughts.

He was fast to react though

Alistair keeps the letter preciously in his room.

He feels just as in love with you as you are with him

Ends up saying « i love you » every day, all the time

Northern Ireland

he called you after seeing your text

your text didn't make him confused

he felt mushy inside, he understood the confession pretty quick

confident when he called you because he likes you just as much as you do

wish he knew way before tho

when you see him again he is flushed the entire time

shows unconditional love back

buys you flowers at least once a week

Ireland

gave you back the book,

straight look in his face

he simply highlithed words from your confession in the said book

he wrote at the end in his vague handwriting : « my heart is aching for you too »

when he gave you the book he also said something like « we'll never be alone again »

he wanted you for years but never got the guts to tell you

you two often write in that book or draw hearts inside then giving it to each other

he felt like a fool

Wales

Took him time to understand

however when it hit him he couldn't stop blushing

drove him insane

he wants you badly, he wasn't clear enough that's all

came the next « playdate » with flowers and well dressed

treats you since then like a princess

you have monopoly over his mind, always did.

England

took him a long time

another one who felt like a fool even tho he knew he wasn't one

you mentioned you wanted to dance more with him

will dance with you all the time

to 'reply' he just came to your home.

Keeps repeating how he cares about every inch of you

no more careless whispers, he'll whisper you how he cares

[kirklandsheartsecrets]

What physical attributes do the brothers find attractive?

uk brother || physical attributes they find attractive

Ireland

❥ hair

❥ long, short, shaved, bleached, curly, straight, frizzy, afro, he likes it. He likes hair and specifically hairstyles. natural or not, wig or extensions it doesn’t matter

N.Ireland

❥ freckles, beauty marks, birth marks, moles

❥ they are so beautiful to him, they make you unique, like a natural tattoo he can kiss them

scotland

❥ eyes

❥ everything about them, eyelids, eye color, eyelashes, make up on them or not, dark circles, texture. he thinks eyes are great

wales

❥ noses

❥ all kinds of nose to him look really attractive, genetics, identity, you can smell with a nose, you can nuzzle into someone, they’re covered in winter or they can get red sometimes. noses are attractive

England

❥ cheekbones

❥ essential part of our faces, they can be shaped differently depending on many things, make up or not he loves it, appearing more or less cheekbones are there

[kirklandsheartsecrets]

hello! could you write some headcanons with an s/o who's a creative writer, but gets distracted in daily tasks so much to the point of maladaptive daydreaming, please? sorry if you're uncomfortable with this, please skip if you want.

maladaptive daydreams are daydreams that last for several minutes to hours, and they're extremely vivid with their own characters, settings, plots, and other detailed, story-like features. when the maladaptive daydreamer does this, their facial expression unconsciously changes to whatever scenario's in their head, repetitive body movements, extreme procrastination, and unconsciously talking out the daydreams.

S/O with maladaptive dreaming + also a writer II UK BROTHERS

ᵂᵃˡᵉˢ

✧ ᵃ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒʳᵗᶦᵛᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵃᵍᵃᶦⁿ

✧ ᵃᵇˢᵒˡᵘᵗᵉˡʸ ˡᵒᵛᵉˢ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵃˡᵏ ᶦᵗ ᵒᵘᵗ

✧ ˢᶦᵗˢ ʷᶦᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ ���ᵒʳ ʰᵒᵘʳˢ ˡᶦˢᵗᵉⁿᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳᶦᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉˡᵖˢ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʳᶦᵗᵉ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ

✧ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ᶦˢ ᵃⁿ ᵃᵐᵃᶻᶦⁿᵍ ��ᶦʳᵉᶜᵗᵒʳ.

✧ᴴᵉˡᵖˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵖˡᵃⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖˡᵒᵗ, ᵒʳᵍᵃⁿᶦᶻᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵏᶦⁿᵍ. ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᶦᵛᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ, ʰᵉ ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵉᶜʰⁿᶦᶜᵃˡ ᵈᶦʳᵉᶜᵗᵒʳ

✧ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵍᵘʸ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵈʳᵃᵐᵃᵗᶦᶜ ᶜᵃʳ ᵃᵈˢ ᵒⁿ ᵗᵛ ᶦᶠ ʰᵉ ᵖᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᶦᵐᵉ ᶦⁿᵗᵒ ᶦᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᶦˢ ˢʰᵒʷˢ ᶦⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʷʳᶦᵗᶦⁿᵍ

✧ ʰᵃᵛᶦⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵖᵉᵗ ᵈʳᵃᵍᵒⁿ ᵃᵗ ʰᵒᵐᵉ ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ ᶦᵗ ᶦⁿᶜʳᵉᵈᶦᵇˡʸ ᶦⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵒⁿ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵘʳᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵉˣᵗᵘʳᵉ, ˢᵗᵘᵈʸᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ ʰᵃᵇᶦᵗˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵘᶜʰ

✧ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʷʳᶦᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃᵗ, ᶦᵐᵐᵃᶜᵘˡᵃᵗᵉ

✧ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵖᵒᶦⁿᵗ ᵒᵘᵗ ˢᵗᵘᶠᶠ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉˡᵖ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᵒᶜʳᵃˢᵗᶦⁿᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ

✧ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ʷʳᶦᵗᵉˢ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵒⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐᶦⁿᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ˡᶦᵉ, ᶦᶠ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶦˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᶦᵍᵍᵉˢᵗ ᵖʳᵒᵒᶠ ᵒᶠ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃⁿ ᵃᵘᵗʰᵒʳ

✧ ᵏᶦˡˡ ᵐᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᶦⁿᵃˡˡʸ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵖʳᵒᶜʳᵃˢᵗᶦⁿᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ ᵍᵘᶦˡᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵃᵍᵃᶦⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵖˡᵒᵗˢ + ᶦᵈᵉᵃˢ ᵈʸˡᵃⁿ ʷʳᵒᵗᵉ ᵈᵒʷⁿ. ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ 2ˣ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᶦⁿˢᵖᶦʳᵉᵈ,

✧ ᵃ ᵍᵉⁿᶦᵘˢ ᶦ ᵗᵉˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ

✧ ᵈʸˡᵃⁿ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵏˢ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵃ ᵍᵉⁿᶦᵘˢ ˡᵉᵗ ʰᶦᵐ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵐᵒᵛᶦᵉ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ,

✧ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶜᵉⁿᵉʳʸ ᶦⁿ ʷᵃˡᵉˢ ᶦˢ ʷᵒʳᵗʰ ᶦᵗ ᵈᵃʳˡᶦⁿᵍ

ᴺᵒʳᵗʰ ᴵʳᵉˡᵃⁿᵈ

✧ ᴸᶦᵛᵉᵈ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᴰʸˡᵃⁿ, ᵈᶦᵈⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ʳᵉᵃᵈᶦⁿᵍ ᵃᵈᵈᶦᶜᵗᶦᵒⁿ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᴬʳᵗʰᵘʳ ᵇᵘᵗ, ᵐᵒᵛᶦᵉˢ ?

✧ ᴴᵉˡˡ ʸᵉᵃʰ ᴮᵘᵗ-

✧ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘʳˢᵉˡᶠ ᶠᵃˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ᵃˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᶦᶠᶠᶦᶜᵘˡᵗ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃⁿᵈˡᵉ ᶦᵗ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉᵃᵗᵉʳ. ˢᶦᵗᵗᶦⁿᵍ, ᵈᵒʷⁿ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰᶦⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃⁿ 1０ ᵐᶦⁿᵘᵗᵉˢ ʷᵃˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶦᵈᵉᵃˡ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ.

✧ ᴴᵉ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ˡᶦᵛᵉ ᵃᶜᵗᶦᵒⁿ ˢʰᵒʷˢ,

✧ ʸᵉˢ, ʸᵉˢ ʰᶦˢ 2ⁿᵈ ᵒᵇˢᵉˢˢᶦᵒⁿ

✧ ᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵒᶠᵗᵉⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉᵈᶦᵉᵛᵃˡ ᵗʰᵉᵐᵉᵈ ᵖᵃʳᵏˢ,

✧ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵈᵘʳᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃʸ ᵃᵗ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ ᵒⁿᵉ ˡᶦᵛᵉ ᵃᶜᵗᶦᵒⁿ ˢʰᵒʷ

✧ ᵖʳᶦᵛᶦˡᵉᵍᵉ ᵒᶠ ⁿᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ- ᵍᵉᵗˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵃᶜᵏˢᵗᵃᵍᵉ ˢᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵃᵇˢᵒʳᵇ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ᶦⁿᶠᵒʳᵐᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ⁿᵉᵉᵈᵉᵈ ᵖᵉᵗᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵒʳˢᵉˢ, ᵇᵉᶦⁿᵍ ᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉᵗᵃᶦˡᵉᵈ ᶜᵒˢᵗᵘᵐᵉˢ

✧ ᵇᵒⁿᵘˢ ᵖᵒᶦⁿᵗ, ᶦᵗ'ˢ ʷᶦᵗʰ ʰᶦᵐ

✧ ᵃᶜᵗᵒʳˢ ᵗᵉᵃᶜʰ ʸᵒᵘ ᵉˡᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ ᵖˡᵃʸˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳˢ ˢᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᶦⁿᶜᵒʳᵖᵒʳᵃᵗᵉ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʷʳᶦᵗᶦⁿᵍ

✧ˡᵃᵗᵉˢᵗ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵈ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵍᵒᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ʷᵃˢ ᶜˡᶦᶜʰé ᶦ ᵐᵉᵃⁿ..

✧ ʷʰᵒ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᴺ.ᴵʳᵉˡᵃⁿᵈ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ ᵏⁿᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵒⁿ ᵃ ʰᵒʳˢᵉ ᶠᶦᵍʰᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵒᵒᵏᶦⁿᵍ ˢᵒ ᵍᵒᵒ��� 

✧ ᴺ. ᶦʳᵉˡᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵗᵃⁿˢ ᶦ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵍʳᵉᵉⁿ ʲᵃᵈᵉ ᵉᵃʳʳᶦⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ʰᶦᵐᵃ'ˢ ᵃʳᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵒᵇˢᵉˢˢᶦᵒⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ᶠᵉʷ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ ⁿᵒʷ.

ᴵʳᵉˡᵃⁿᵈ

✧ ᶦʳᶦˢʰ ᵍᵒᵈᵈᵉˢˢᵉˢ

✧ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵉˡᵗᶦᶜ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ʰᶦᵐ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒᵘʳˢᵉ,

✧ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵈᶦᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵉˣᵖᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ?

✧ ˢʰᵒʷˢ ᵒᶠᶠ, ᵉˣᵗʳᵉᵐᵉˡʸ ᵖʳᵒᵘᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᵐ

✧ ʰᵃˢ ᶦⁿˢᵖᶦʳᵉᵈ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ʷʳᶦᵗᵉʳˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃʳᵗᶦˢᵗˢ ʰᵃˢ ᵏⁿᵒʷˡᵉᵈᵍᵉ ᵒᶠ ˢᵒⁿᵍˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗʳᶦᵉˢ ʷʰᵒ ˢᵉᶜʳᵉᵗˡʸ ᵍᵒᵗ ᶦⁿˢᵖᶦʳᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ʰᶦˢ ˢᵗᵒʳᶦᵉˢ

✧ ᵇᵘᵗ

✧ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵉˣᵗʳᵉᵐᵉˡʸ ᵖʳᵒᵘᵈ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘ

✧ ᶜᵃⁿⁿᵒᵗ ʷᵃᶦᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳᵏˢ ᵒᶠ ʰᶦˢ ᵍᵒᵈᵈᵉˢˢ

✧ ʸᵉˢ ʸᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘ.

✧ ᴵʳᶦˢʰ ᵈᵉᵛᵒᵗᶦᵒⁿ ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉ ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵖᶦʳᶦᵗ ᶦᵗˢᵉˡᶠ

✧ ᵐᵃˡᵃᵈᵃᵖᵗᶦᵛᵉ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐⁿᵍ ʷᶦᵗʰ ʰᶦᵐ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ ʳᵉᵃˡᶦᵗʸ

✧ ᵉˢᵖᵉᶜᶦᵃˡˡʸ ʳᵒᵐᵃⁿᶜᵉ ᵖˡᵒᵗˢ, ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ ʳᵉᶜᵘˡᵗᵃⁿᵗ ᵃᵗ ᶠᶦʳˢᵗ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᶦᵗ,

✧ᵈᵃⁿᶜᶦⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ᵗᵒᵖ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᶜᵒᵃˢᵗ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᶦᵈᵈˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ˢᵘᵐᵐᵉʳ ?

✧ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵇᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈʸ ᵗᵒ ʰᶦᵏᵉ

✧ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ʳᵒᵐᵃⁿᵗᶦᶜᶦᶻᵉ ᵃ ᶠᵃʳᵐ ˡᶦᶠᵉ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᶦᵈᵈˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ⁿᵒʷʰᵉʳᵉ ?

✧ ᴴᵉ ᵍᵒᵗᶜʰᵃ' ᵇᵃᵇʸ ᵐᵃᵐᵃ

✧ ᵖʳᵒᶜʳᵃˢᵗᶦⁿᵃᵗᵒʳ ʰᶦᵐˢᵉˡᶠ,

✧ ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ

✧ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵗʳᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵈᵉᵃᵈˡᶦⁿᵉˢ- ʰᶦᵐ ?

✧ ᴴᵃʰᵃ

✧ ʰᵃʰᵃ

✧ ᵃᶜᵗˢ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᶦˢ ⁿᵒ ᵈᵉᵃᵈˡᶦⁿᵉ

✧ ˢᵗᶦˡˡ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵍᵉᵗˢ ˢᵗᵘᶠᶠ ˢᵒˡᵛᵉᵈ, ᶦʳᶦˢʰ ˡᵘᶜᵏ ᵒʳ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ,

✧ ᵗʰᶦˢ ˡᵘᶜᵏ ʳᵘᵇˢ ᵒⁿ ʸᵒᵘ

✧ ʰᶦˢ ᵒˡᵈ ᵐʸˢᵗᵉʳᶦᵒᵘˢ ᵐᵃⁿ ʰᵃˢ ᵗᵒ ᵈᶦˢᶜᶦᵖˡᶦⁿᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʷᵒ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃˡˢᵒ ʰᵉˡᵖˢ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ʷʳᶦᵗᶦⁿᵍ

✧ ᵇᵉᶦⁿᵍ ᵃ ʷʳᶦᵗᵉʳ ᶦˢ ᵃˡʳᵉᵃᵈʸ ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗᵒ ˡᶦᵛᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵈᵍᵉ, ʷᶦᵗʰ ʰᶦᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉˣᵖᵉʳᶦᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᶦˢ ˣ2

ˢᶜᵒᵗˡᵃⁿᵈ

✧ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵉˢᶜʳᶦᵇᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᵒᵇˡᵉᵐ ᵗᵒ ʰᶦᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ʰᶦˢ ᵐᶦⁿᵈ ʷᵃˢ

✧ ʷʰʸ ᶦˢ ˢʰᵉ ᶜᵃˡˡᶦⁿ' ᵐᵉ ᵒᵘᵗ

✧ ᴵⁿᵈᵉᵉᵈ, ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵗᵒᵒ ˡᵒᵘᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᴬˡᶦˢᵗᵃᶦʳ.

✧ ᴮᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗᵒᵍᵉᵗʰᵉʳ ʰᵉ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵈᵃʸᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ

✧ ᴾʳᵒᶜʳᵃˢᵗᶦⁿᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵈᵘʳᶦⁿᵍ ᵐᵉᵉᵗᶦⁿᵍˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜᵒⁿᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᶜᵉˢ ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ,

✧ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʰᶦᵐˢᵉˡᶠ ʰᵉ'ˡˡ ᵃˢᵏ ᵈʸˡᵃⁿ ʰᶦˢ ⁿᵒᵗᵉˢ

✧ ᴺᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵃˢᵏᵉᵈ ᵈʸˡᵃⁿ ʰᶦˢ ⁿᵒᵗᵉˢ, ᵒᵇᵛᶦᵒᵘˢˡʸ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᶦᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ,

✧ᵗᵒᵈᵃʸ ᶦˢ ᵃ ᶜᵃˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵈᵃʸ ᵗᵒ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵒⁿᵉ ʰᵘʰ ?

✧ʸᵒᵘ ˢˡᵉᵖᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ʰᵃˡᶠ ʰᵒᵘʳˢ ᵃⁿʸᵗᶦᵐᵉ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵖˡᵃⁿⁿᶦⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵖˡᵒᵗ

✧ᶦᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵗᵉᵐᵖᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᵒᵇᵛᶦᵒᵘˢˡʸ, ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵉᵉˡᶦⁿᵍ ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ʷᶦᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ʰᵃᵛᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵗʸᵖᵉ ᶦᵗ ᵒʳ ˢᶜʳᶦᵇᵇˡᵉ ᶦᵗ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ✧ʸᵒᵘ'ᵈ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵏ ᵠᵘᶦᶜᵏˡʸ 'ʸᵉᵃʰ ᶦ'ˡˡ ʷʳᶦᵗᵉ ᶦᵗ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰᶦˢ ⁿᵃᵖ'

✧ ˡᶦᵉˢ

✧ˢᵒ ʰᵉ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᶦᵗᵘᵃᵗ���ᵒⁿ ᵃ ᵇᶦᵗ ᵗᵒᵒ ʷᵉˡˡ

✧ ʰᵉ ᶦˢ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠᶦʳˢᵗ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ʰᵉ ᵏⁿᵒʷˢ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʷʳᶦᵗᶦⁿᵍ, ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉˢˢ, ˢᵗʸˡᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵃᵇᶦᵗˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉˢᵗ.

✧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵇᵉˢᵗ ʷᵃʸ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉˡᵖ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᶦᵍᵘʳᵉ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃˡᵃᵈᵃᵖᵗᶦᵛᵉ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐᶦⁿᵍ ʷᵃˢ ᵗᵒ ᶠᶦⁿᵈ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ʷᵃʸ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵉᵐ.

✧ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᶦᵏ ᵗᵒᵏ ᵗʳᵉⁿᵈ « ʰᵘᵐᵃⁿ ᵈᵒᶦⁿᵍ ʰᵘᵐᵃⁿ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵍˢ »

✧ ʸᵉˢ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵐᵉʳᶦᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗʸ ᵗʰᵉᵐᵉ ˢᵒⁿᵍ

✧ ᴾᴸᴱᴬˢᴱ ᴸᴵˢᵀᴱᴺ ᵀᴼ ᴵᵀ ᴵ ᴮᴱᴳ ʸᴼᵁ

✧ ʰᵉ ᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵒᵇˢᵉʳᵛᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ

✧ᵃˢ ᵃ ⁿᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶦⁿ ᵃ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿˢʰᶦᵖ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ⁿᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ + ᵇᵉᶦⁿᵍ ᵃ ʷʳᶦᵗᵉʳ

✧ ᶦᵗ ʰᶦᵗˢ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵗʳᵘᶜᵏ

✧ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʷᵒ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᶦᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᶦˡᵉⁿᵗˡʸ ᵗᵒ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰ ʰᵘᵐᵃⁿˢ

✧ ˡᶦᵛᶦⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐᵃˡᵃᵈᵃᵖᵗᶦᵛᵉ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐᶦⁿᵍˢ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ᵛᶦᵇᵉ ᵖᵉᵃᶜᵉᶠᵘˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵒⁿᶦˢᵐ

✧ ʰᵘᵐᵃⁿˢ ˢᵖᵉⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ ˡᶦᶠᵉ, ʷʳᶦᵗᵉʳˢ ᵗᵒᵒ, ᶜᵃˡᶜᵘˡᵃᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵒʳʳᵒʳ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ ᵏᶦⁿᵈ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ, ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵉˣᵃᶜᵗ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵃˡᶦˢᵗᵃᶦʳ, ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ

✧ ʷʰʸ ᶜᵃˡᶜᵘˡᵃᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵘᶦˡᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵘⁿᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵏᶦⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐᵃˡᵃᵈᵃᵖᵗᶦᵛᵉ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐᶦⁿᵍ ᵃⁿʸᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵃˢ ᶦᵐᵐᵒʳᵗᵃˡ ᵇᵉᶦⁿᵍˢ,

✧ ᶦᵗ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵘᵐᵃⁿ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘ

✧ ᶦᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵖᵉⁿᶦⁿᵍ ᵉʸᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ʰᶦᵐ, ᶦᵗ ᵃˡˢᵒ ʷᵒʳᵏᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ʸᵒᵘ

✧ ⁿᵒʷ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᶦᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵒᵇˢᵉʳᵛᵉ ʰᵘᵐᵃⁿˢ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵈᵃʸ, ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒⁿˢᶦᵈᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵐᵃˡᵃᵈᵃᵖᵗᶦᵛᵉ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐᶦⁿᵍ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵘᵐᵃⁿᶦᵗʸ. ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵗᵒᵖᵖᵉᵈ ʷᵒʳʳʸᶦⁿᵍ,

✧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵒⁿᶦˢᵐ ᶦᵗˢᵉˡᶠ, ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵒᵇˢᵉʳᵛᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ʷʰᵒˡᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ⁿᵒʷ, ʲᵘˢᵗ ˢᶜᵒᵗᵗᶦˢʰ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵈᵒᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ʰᵘᵐᵃⁿ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵍˢ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵈᵒ.

✧ᴬˡᶦˢᵗᵃᶦʳ ᵉⁿᵈˢ ᵘᵖ ˢᵐᶦˡᶦⁿᵍ ᵃ ˡᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ʰᶦᵐˢᵉˡᶠ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ.

ᵉⁿᵍˡᵃⁿᵈ

✧ᶜᵒⁿᵗʳᵒˡˡᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃˡˢᵒ ʸᵉᵗ, ᵛᵒˡᵘⁿᵗᵃʳᶦˡʸ ˢᵃᵛᵃᵍᵉ. 

✧ ᴬʳᵗʰᵘʳ ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐᵃˡᵃᵈᵃᵖᵗᶦᵛᵉ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ, "ᵉⁿᵍˡᶦˢʰ ᵍᵃʳᵈᵉⁿˢ". 

✧ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵉⁿᶜʰ ᵗᵉʳᵐ (ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏˢ ᵗᵒ ᶠʳᵃⁿᶜᶦˢ) "ʲᵃʳᵈᶦⁿ à ˡ’ᵃⁿᵍˡᵃᶦˢᵉ". ᴬʳᵗʰᵘʳ ᵈᶦᵈ ᵗᵒᵒ, ᵇᵘᵗ ʳᵃʳᵉˡʸ. 

✧ᶜᵒⁿᵗʳᵒˡˡᵉᵈ ᵃᵍᵃᶦⁿ.

✧ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᵗʳᵒˡ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳˢ, ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ.

✧ᴶᵘˢᵗ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᴱⁿᵍˡᶦˢʰ ᵍᵃʳᵈᵉⁿˢ, ᶜᵒⁿᵗʳᵒˡˡᵉᵈ ⁿᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ..

✧ᴹᵃᵈᵉ  ᵗᵒ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ʳᵉᵃˡ ⁿᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ, ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃ ᶜᵒⁿᵗʳᵒˡˡᵉᵈ ᵒⁿᵉ.. 

✧ᴹᵃˡᵃᵈᵃᵖᵗᶦᵛᵉ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐᶦⁿᵍ ʷᵒʳᵏˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ.

✧ ᵀʰᵉ ˢʰᵃᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶜᵒⁿᵗʳᵒˡˡᵉᵈ ⁿᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ, ᵖʳᵉᵗᵉⁿᵈᶦⁿᵍ ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵃ ˢᵃᵛᵃᵍᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉᶠᶠᵒʳᵗˡᵉˢˢ ᵒⁿᵉ.

✧ ᵂʰᵉⁿ ˢᵗʳᵘᵍᵍˡᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʷʳᶦᵗᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵗᵉˣᵗˢ, ᶠᶦⁿᵈᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏᵉʸ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ ʰᵉ ᵗᵉˡˡˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ.

✧"ᴾᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳˢᵉˡᶠ ᶦⁿ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᴱⁿᵍˡᶦˢʰ ᵍᵃʳᵈᵉⁿˢ."

✧ ˢᵒᵘⁿᵈˢ ᶜˡᶦᶜʰé ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃᶦᵈ ᵍᵃʳᵈᵉⁿˢ. 

✧ ᴬʳᵗʰᵘʳ ᵏⁿᵒʷˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉˢᵗ ᵒⁿᵉˢ.

✧ ᴿᵉᵃˡ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡᵉᵐᵃⁿ ᵈʳᶦᵛᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˡˡ ᵃᶜʳᵒˢˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗʳʸ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵃʳᵈᵉⁿˢ.

✧ ᴴᵉ ᵃˡˢᵒ ʰᵉˡᵖ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵉ ᵗʰᵉᵐ. ᴴᵉ ʷᵃˢ ⁿᵒ ᵈᵒᶜᵗᵒʳ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᶦᶠ ʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ʰᵉˡᵖ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵐᵃᵍᶦᶜ, ˢᵒᵒᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵍᵘᶦˡᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵒʳʳᶦᵉˢ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃˡᵃᵈᵃᵖᵗᶦᵛᵉ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐᶦⁿᵍ. ᴴᵉ ʷᶦˡˡ ᵈᵒ ᵃⁿʸᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ.

✧ ᴵᵗ ʰᵉˡᵖˢ, ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵖᵘᵗ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵗʰᵉʳᵉᵃˡ ᶠᵉᵉˡᶦⁿᵍˢ, ᵈᵉᵗᵃᶦˡˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗʸ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵈ ᶦⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ.

✧ ᴴᵉ ᵏᵉᵉᵖˢ ʳᵉᵃˢˢᵘʳᶦⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃᶜᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃˢʰᵃᵐᵉᵈ ᵒᶠ ʰᶦˢ “ᴱⁿᵍˡᶦˢʰ ᵍᵃʳᵈᵉⁿˢ”. ᴮᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁿᵒʷ ʰᵉ ᶦˢ ᵖʳᵒᵘᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᵐ, ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵃʳᵉ ⁿᵒᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃˢʰᵃᵐᵉᵈ ᵒᶠ.

✧ ᴮᵉᵃᵘᵗʸ ᵒᶠ ˡᶦᵗᵉʳᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉʷʳᶦᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ˢᵗᵒʳᶦᵉˢ, ᵃᵍᵃᶦⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᵍᵃᶦⁿ. ᵀʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵈᶦᶠᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᵗ ˢᵒᵘˡˢ.

✧ ᴿᵉᵐᶦⁿᵈˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒᶠᵗᵉⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵉᵗ ʷᵒʳʳᶦᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶦᶠ ᵐᵃˡᵃᵈᵃᵖᵗᶦᵛᵉ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐᶦⁿᵍ ʰᵉˡᵖˢ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʳᶦᵗᵉ, ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᶦᵗ ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ ᶦᵗ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵘⁿᶦᵠᵘᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳˢ. 

✧ˢʰᵒʷˢ ᵒᶠᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʷʳᶦᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷʰᵒ’ˡˡ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉˢˢ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵃʳᵗ. 

♡ you made me live again, i love you anon

♡ the song in scotland part, pls listen to it

♡ i hope this healed your soul anon

[kirklandsheartsecrets]

something for wales please ? your choice :)

anything for wales lovers

Wales x reader II cosmic drive

He began fumbling his fingers over your neck. Frail touch wandering on your jaw.

When Dylan found his way to your face and lips he didn't hold back.

They say you shouldn't romanticize the life. However, this isn't their life. So romanticize the hell out of it.

When the same frail fingers reach your the back of your hair, pulling you moderately closer in the kiss. Your eyes felt too dizzy to even open themselves anymore. Dylan's hands fall back from the back of your head, lingering over your ears and fondle the skin of your neck to end their trip around your waist.

« I love you » he whispered, closing the gap again.

Your chest and face felt so warm, as you leaned even more into him.

Dylan lifted your arms around his neck so he could sit there against your face, staring into your eyes. Every time you breathed your chest would rise up against his, and it made the blonde crave for more. For a second the stimulation you two just build dropped, resulting in goosebumps on both of your skins. You lightly shook your head and began leaning your head in his neck.

Dylan lifted his head when the skin of your face found its way to his neck. He felt suddenly even more goosebumps, his adam apple rising as he gulped.

Your lips shoved kisses all over his exposed skin. You did felt the man goosebumps growing, desperately trying to shake it away.

You felt his head and face incline to your neck now, his soft strands brushed smoothly under your jaw. The blonde started biting your skin and when he felt the goosbumps against his own lips he let go of the skin kissing it softly.

He pulled back when the warmth in his boddy slowly soothed after a few minutes.

You could only rub your face over his shoulder, taking off the build-up heat.

[kirklandsheartsecrets]

First of all: I love your writing!

And i do have a question of course: What do you think about the brothers falling in love for the first time? Being confronted with this human feelings. That confusing teenage body stuff ... What physical age do you think they are?

Have a nice day🌻

teenage boys crushing ? II uk brothers x reader

well first of all thank you :) i hope you love this!

Wales

physical age i see him : 27

the first time he felt the butterflies in his stomach which quickly turned into anxiety, and whenever he would think about his feelings, he hated it. Not that he hated the person, he just hated how anxious he was about it. Overthinking every little detail or word he would say, even being extra cautious around his own siblings. What he feared the most was not being able to control any of his feelings or mostly the way his body reacted to such chemical reactions inside of his body. His physical age had no relation with how he felt however, a little bit of his conscience still thought that if older (physically) it wouldn't make him that flustered.

Northern Ireland

physical age i see him : 26

first time he really had a crush, a real real real one, he started fidgeting...and since then, he never stopped playing with his hands. Fidgety king, starts fidgeting not only his hands but his entire arm or any object surrounding him. Usually if flustered, which happens on extreme and rare occasions, his brothers keep a bunch of fidget toys or actually take him out to get another one so he gets to touch something. England has been complaining about his crush the wrong way as Northern ireland started ripping one of the living room couch cushions whilst watching movies. The discolored patch and hole over the cushion was just hidden by scotland flipping around the cushion itself but it kept reminding the redhead of the main subject of his worries.

England 

physical age i see him : 26

sweaty mess, he feels heated and sweated for anything. As if his potential feelings for that special someone controlled everything he was doing in his daily life. Cooking makes him a sweaty mess, running a marathon gives off the exact same result. The heat appears in his neck for some reason, yet he is doesn't seem to be blushing around his face. Scotland joked about the fact that his crush wouldn't notice anyways as his face would be sunburned before any blush could appear on his face anyways. Much to england's annoyance, the scot was right. He had to suffer the sweat and heatwaves whenever his crush was around. His blood felt like boiling and cooling off every minutes that passed.

Scotland

physical age i see him : 27

He had to embrace it eventually, but was taking himself too seriously at first.

First time he felt the butterflies in his stomach, it took him completely by surprise. He was used to being tough, fearless, and independent, so experiencing this rush of emotions was new and overwhelming for him.

He brushed it off as mere curiosity, but as days turned into weeks, he couldn't ignore the intensity of his feelings. The anxiety bubbled up inside him, making him doubt his every move and word, his body seemed to have a mind of its own. It made him vulnerable and flustered, which he almost never allowed himself to be seen as. His nation identity was not his entire person, but more a part of him that needed to coexist with his physical body and soul, which were in love.

[kirklandsheartsecrets]

Daydreaming about how the brothers would use their girlfriends' boobs as a pillow face down after a long day, as she massages his scalp and brush his hair with her fingers.

uk brothers x reader || using their’s s/o boobs/chest to rest || headcanons

Scotland

he lets out big sighs as he is over your chest

quickly sleeping soundly😴

Facing in, you don’t know how he breathes 

He is a giant so he tries to not crush you

play with the backside of his head 

has a curl so it’s bonus points

Likes having fingers ran through his scalp 

Probably hums in comfort before falling asleep

Wales

face in but eyes looking up directly to you

lowkey does that because his lil buddy does it to you all the time so he is jealous— 

doesn’t fall asleep easily except if he is really exhausted

likes having the tips of his hair twirled twirled or curled around your fingers

they tug slightly on his hair a good way

nuzzles in sometimes

Likes when there is a bra but doesn’t like when there is a shirt—😳

Ireland

puts an extra blanket on top of your chest so it feels better for you and him

Falls asleep easily

Laying on the side, facing you 

Likes to have the back of his ears touched, almost give him chills

drools easily due to comfort 🤤

rare times he doesn’t fall asleep he’ll sweet talk to you

but really calm during those moments

england 

constantly nuzzling around 😗

doesn’t sleep easily 

likes having his scalp massaged

does blush easily

Doesn’t face you at all

doesn’t like the feeling of a bra, it’s better if there is nothing under

Hums when it feels great too

Northern Ireland

lays more in between your neck and chest, more towards chest tho

You won’t see his face 

Hold him with your arms over his 

head

Stays awake the whole time

Has this dumb smile over his face 🥴

Run your hands through his hair entirely and from the forehead 

looks like a spoiled boy 

his body is all over the place, so he likes the bed better