Ok but imagine being Diana and your first is the imperfect perfect Steve Trevor who is not only gentle but passionate and funny and caring and just so good and beyond his time…girl I get it, I understand why she’s still single like….I feel you.
Alright so I don’t know if anyone else figured this out but
when I was re-watching Howl’s Moving Castle it suddenly occurred to me that from
the beginning Howl was searching for Sophie all along.Now let me just connect the dots here for a sec when Sophie
time traveled back to Howl’s childhood she told him before she left that she
knew how to help him now and to find her in the future.
So the point that I’m trying to make is it wasn’t just a
coincidence that he found her when he did and seemed to already know who she
was. What do you think Howl meant when he said he’d been looking
everywhere for her when he came to her rescue when being cornered by those
soldiers who kelp flirting with her when she was in town?
He literally was searching for Sophie throughout most of his
life. Maybe just maybe he became a wizard in the first place just so he could
use his magic to find her
I can’t believe I’m just figuring this out now but I had to
share my thoughts here because honestly it makes so much sense.
A/N: A small drabble about one of my fav movies ever.
This was the 4th time that Dean had joined you,
this week. You were certain that he would have hated it the first time he saw
the classic movie but each time he heard the familiar opening song, he came barreling
towards your shared room and pulled you into his arms. The bed would always
sink under his weight, forcing you to rest your head on his chest as he mumbled
along to some of the songs.
“Okay, what gives? Since when do you like Disney?” you
asked, pausing the movie. He protested, wanting to finish it. Standing at the
foot of the bed with both your hands on your hips, you didn’t waver in your
stare. A blush dusted his cheeks, emerald eyes darting nervously around the
“What? Is it a crime to like Disney now?”
“No, but since when do you like it? You’ve watched Beauty
and the Beast with me every single time that I’ve watched it…what gives?” You
didn’t want to make it a huge deal, frankly, you were overjoyed that Dean
wanted to just lounge around and cuddle with you as you watched your favorite
Disney movie – but there was something more that you couldn’t quite put your
“It’s stupid,” he mumbled, fiddling with his fingers. The
first time he saw it, he swore he was gonna hate it. But when he actually payed
attention the film, he would rather eat vegetables than admit that he was
obsessed with it.
“Please, just tell me! I promise I won’t laugh, I’m just
genuinely curious,” Crawling across the bed and over to his side, he knew there
was no way he was going to get out of this conversation. With a sigh of defeat,
he easily picked you up and sat you on his lap, gingerly tracing the skin that
was exposed to the cool air of the night. The shirt that you were wearing was undoubtedly
his, from the way it dwarfed you, the dark plaid was unlike anything your
normally wore – he took pride in the fact that you willingly chose to rest in
something of his.
“I like it because it reminds me of us.”
It took you a moment to process what he had said. He scowled
as he saw you trying to fight off a grin.
“I knew you were gonna think it’s stupid!” he groaned,
wanting to leave the room. However, you quickly wrapped your arms around him, a
wide smile he couldn’t resist, gracing your lips. “Y/N, just let me go,”
“No, no. Stop, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad, I just – it’s
“That’s even worse!” He flopped himself onto his stomach,
ignoring your giggling as you tried to get him to face you.
“Dean! Come on, I just want to understand.” You whined, “I
will sit on you!”
His shoulder moved, indicating that he was chuckling at you.
It only served to become even more persistent in your efforts to get him to
open up. He had clearly spent quite some time thinking about this. He finally peaked
out over his arms at you, taking in your messy hair and silly euphoric grin.
“You’re Belle and I’m the Beast,” he stated, as if it was
the most obvious thing in the world. Immediately your defenses went up, not
knowing if something negative was going to come out of this. He must’ve seen
the wariness in your eyes and quickly tried to explain himself. “The way we
met, the way we, um, the way we fell in love. The beautiful, intelligent woman
falling for the monster. It just, it reminds me that you chose me. Despite
everything, despite who I am the life I live and the hell I drag you through…you
chose me, Y/N.”
constricted inside your chest, your throat tightened making it difficult to
breathe. Oh, Dean.
“You got all this from a Disney movie?” you questioned
breathlessly, eyes watering as you brushed your hands through his hair. He
smiled sheepishly, hoisting himself up to face you.
“I do love a good chick flick moment, sweetheart.” He merely
shrugged, hands placed on either side of your face and gently pressed a soft
kiss against your lips.
“I’m always going to choose you, Beast.”
With a playful growl, his broad frame tackled you to the bed - endless laughter filling the shared room and for once you felt like a princess. A badass princess with a handsome beast.