she's so cute and just not fair


There’s this stigma that [teenagers] can’t do it, before you’ve even given a chance. The thought that if you struggle to get a job, then you can’t be bothered. That’s not the case at all — so many of my friends are so passionate and so willing, and want to work in this world and do great things with their lives. Instead, one person sits on their arse so therefore all of us do. It’s just not fair. It’s the judgement before there’s even proof. — Maisie Williams

Imagine being the headmaster of house Hufflepuff and the shock your students have when they find out you're actually married to Professor Snape

(Lol xD with so much time in my car driving to Florida I managed to type this up!!! I was too inspired by this after I woke up from one of my many naps xD Hope you all like it and it is as requested! :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

A gasp and a loud thud could be heard from across the hall, as you kissed your husband, Serverus, goodbye for the day.

Instantly, you both looked towards where the sound came from. You chuckled seeing your best performing student, Hermione, so shocked with her books on the floor. You waved hello to her and instantly he caught your arm back, stepping in front of you.

Shaking your head, you tried to grab him back to you, giggling to see how worried he seemed.

“Babe! It’s fine!”

He scowled seeing the young girl so appalled and shook his head as he glared at her. In his usual somber tone, he said, “No…She’s late…and she saw us…”

You scoffed at it and patted him, saying “So what! We weren’t trying to hide it! And plus, don’t act like you’ve never been late to any of our dates!”

He growled looking back at you, only to notice how you couldn’t stop smiling about the situation. You shoved him lightly, trying your best to dissuade the situation and make him smile, only to get exactly what you wanted for a moment.

The instant he looked back at her, he cleared his throat and nodded her over.

“Hurry, pick up your things and get in the classroom!”

Nervous, she did just as asked, only for you to feel bad for her. You knew your husband had always been a little harsh with the kids and just felt the need to make it up to them.

There was no wonder any of them preferred your company over his and thinking about it, you sighed at him and quickly let go of his hand.

“Y/N…”, he said trying to hold you back. Not listening to him, you walked over to her and bent down to pick her things.

“Here, let me help you…”

She picked up as much as she could in a panic, making you get even more worried for her. Casually, you managed to put a hand over hers and softly held it for a moment.

As she looked up at you, you smiled and shook your head, whispering, “Hey…Don’t worry about it…It’s not a big deal…”

You winked at her as you gave her the last of her stuff and added, “Besides he’s always grumpy for nothing, am I right?”

She finally smiled listening to how reassuring you were to her and even more as you gave her a hand to get back up and brushed away at her robes, ridding her of some dust. She nodded and made a quick run towards his class completely ignoring his growl.

Shaking your head, you met his gaze and blew him a kiss before walking back to your class, to which he finally smiled again and nodded.

During her whole class, Hermione couldn’t stop thinking about what she had just witnessed and as to what it might mean. Her obvious thoughts made Snape glare at her the entire class while trying his best to subtly hint at her to not say a word about it.

However, as soon as she walked out of his class, she couldn’t stop herself and just had to get it off her chest.


“I saw Professor L/N kissing Professor Snape!”, Hermione said to the others around her at the dining hall.

They all made a face at the news and instantly Ron, shook his head and refuted her.

“Impossible! Professor L/N would never! She’s too kind and caring to ever be interested in someone like him!”

“But it’s true!”

Hearing her, Sheamus, looked towards her and stated, “Isn’t she a little too young for him?! I could swear she graduated a few years ago!”

To which they all nodded and only made Ron, add “Yeah! And she’s too pretty! She’s totally out of his league!”

Feeling bad for her but he himself not believing it, Harry shrugged, whispering to everyone.

“Hermione, maybe you saw it wrong…”

At that she frowned at him but before she could even add to her argument, Ron was already backing up Harry even more.

“Yeah, Hermione…She’s headmaster of house Hufflepuff why would she ever be with Professor Snape of all people…Think about it…The kindest professor with the worse of all, sounds pretty ridiculous to me!”

At that Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed. Everyone knew of his obvious crush on you and how he’d get easily embarrassed talking about you, it was no surprise how fast he was to defend you.

The twins chuckled at their younger brother, but George added, “But thinking about it, I don’t really believe it either! Last class she ran out after me to hand me my book back! And she didn’t mistook me for Freddie!”

Fred chuckled at that and holding onto his twin, he said, “As a matter of fact she’s never mixed us up since she got here! The more we talk about her, the weirder the idea of her being with him gets!”

Everyone roared in laughter at that and it truly angered her. Pressing her palm onto the table, she firmly tried to prove her point.

“It isn’t! I really saw them! I came in late for class and saw them both kissing each other by the door! And not a simple peck! It’s certain they’re an item, no one kisses like that if they weren’t! She even called him “Babe”!“

As she stated about herself being late for class, they all let out a groan before quieting each other and started to remember how he had walked out for a moment, waiting for the last few students to come in.


Seeing how silent they had gotten, Hermione sighed and added, “Now do you believe me…”

Still defensive, Ron stuttered out, “Still doesn’t mean anything, maybe you’re lying!”

“Why would I lie?! I really did see professor Snape and professor L/N kissing each other!!”

Not saying a word, they simply stared at her wide eyed and looked behind her. She stayed still feeling a cold gaze staring down upon her.

Slowly, she decided to turn around to see as to who it was and speaking of the devil, it was exactly who she thought it would be.


After his class, Serverus had already made his way towards the dining hall in hopes to stop the young girl from spreading anything towards the others. Quietly, he walked over to house Gryffindor’s table but quickly realized how it was too late.

Irritated, he scowled looking down at her and muttered quite loudly as she turned to see as to who was standing behind her.

“You really are an insufferable know-it-all…I swear i’ll-”

As you walked in, you noticed him practically terrorizing the students again and knew you just had to barge in and say something.

Quickly, you waved over at them and got their attention along with that of your husband’s. The twins chuckled to see you and were both quick to forget the whole situation.

“Hey guys!”

In unison they playfully greeted you sweetly, “Good afternoon Professor L/N~”

Instantly you noticed how your husband frowned at them, obviously getting jealous from just that. While George was kind enough to ask, Fred just insisted you sat in between them.

“Care to join us?” “There’s a place right here!”

From all their persuasiveness, you could tell your man was fuming and was ready to choke them out at any moment. You tried your best to laugh it off, to make him realize how it wasn’t a big deal at all and simply refuted their offer.


Nonetheless, it seemed to be too late as the moment they opened their mouths to compliment on your beauty, your husband slap them both across the head with his book in hand. Gritting his teeth, he muttered under his breath.

“Very inappropriate…She’s a professor…and she’s my wife…”

At the last words, everyone’s jaw dropped and in near sync they all exclaimed, “Your wife?!?!”

Apparently, their table wasn’t the only one to have heard it and everyone was chattering between each other. Strangely, for once he wasn’t fearful or nervous at the idea of everyone knowing about you both.

He crossed his arms rather proudly and just couldn’t seem to stop smirking. It made your heart pound to see him so happy about them knowing that you just had to laugh and add a little more.

Pretending to be mad at him for his behaviour, you sighed and crossed your arms as you scolded him.

“Professor Snape! You didn’t have to say it like that! Why do you always have to terrorize the kids?! There’s no wonder our own little girl is still pretty scared of you!”

At that, their eyes widened even more and once again they all exclaimed in unison.

“Your little girl?!”

Ron held onto his chest, pretending to be sick at the idea of you, his favorite teacher, having had a child with the worse of all.

Seeing all their reactions made you laugh at how innocent they could be at times but your husband’s sudden embarrassed expression was just so cute you had to reassure him.

With the sweetest voice, you said, “Yes our daughter, Y/D/N…but to be fair she just turned one recently…”

Looking over at him, you winked at him, adding, “She’ll get used to you soon babe…”

Nodding him over to go join you at the table, he made a quick move to meet you up at the end of their table, leaving them with even more questions than answers, as they were all dumbfounded as to how it all even happened between you both.

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Okay so in the first two chapters of Ship of the Dead we had Annabeth and Percy hanging with Alex and Magnus and all I can think of now is Percabeth/Fierrochase double dates. Like Magnus and Annabeth are gonna want to spend time together once the whole Ragnarok thing is over, and of course Alex and Percy are going to follow their fair haired nerds around. Just… these four nerds spending a whole lot of time together and being cute and having fun, whilst Jack flirts and serenades Riptide off to the side, turning it into a triple date.

No doubt one day Sally is going to invite the Norse kids over for dinner so they meet Estelle, and Magnus becomes Uncle Magnus once she can talk. She also calls Alex Uncle or Aunty depending on the day, and thanks to her great eyesight inherited from the Goddess Sally herself, she never gets Alex’s gender wrong, which makes Magnus mad because he occasionally still makes mistakes (as stated in the book). 

Bonus point: Alex tries to trip Estelle up but she never gets it wrong

Okay but I just… really love the idea of Pidge having a dumb baby crush on Lance.

So much.

She’s so embarrassed by this.

“Why HIM?” She whines, burying her face into Hunk’s shoulder. “Oh my god, he walked into a glass door yesterday. He put his elbow in the fondue fountain talking to a cute girl. He squeed over new moisturizer. He is the source of half the secondhand embarrassment I feel.”
"Is the other half Coran?”
“That’s fair.”

“C O N S U M E   T H E M.”
“What the fuck.”
"No, seriously, who do you have feelings for?”
“What the fuck Matt what was that.”


See, and she also starts to get really self conscious about all the jokes and jabs she makes at him for his goof behavior. “Is the reason I joke about his terrible pick up lines that they’re terrible, or is it that I’m jealous?” (It’s not jealousy, he’s a cheesy shit she just thinks that’s cute) but she gets super self conscious about criticizing him because she doesn’t want to be an ass

Lance picks up on the fact that she’s being nicer and just


“Hunk, Hunk, what did she do?”
"Did she accidentally delete all my music or trap my room or plan a mean prank or–”

Someone save these two.

Pidge is awkward, Lance is oblivious, everyone is watching them spiral.


“What do I do does she hate me now”
“Why would her not calling you a dipshit mean she hates you"
“That’s our THING we have a THING I act like an idiot and she calls me on it it’s our THING!”

Lance actually finds there dynamic to be incredibly special? He cares about Pidge a lot (Even if it’s not a Red kind of emotion yet) and doesn’t know what he did to mess this up?

One day, during lunch.
Pidge: Ugh, Lance, why. Why are you like this?
Lance: Love you too, gremlin!
Pidge: I hate you.
Allura: Wait, was Hunk lying about what a crush is, then?
Pidge: *slowly turns to look at Allura with a dead stare*


*flies completely over Lance’s head*
*pidge attempts to glare Allura in HALF*

Matt just really enjoys watching the trainwreck


He does, especially for all the Shit Pidge gave him when he had crushes on people

 Anyway, long story short, Pidge crushing on Lance is adorable whether he returns her feelings or not. It’s cute. Let her be cute. Let her have silly puppy love crushes on her friends and try to figure out how feelings work. Let Pidge be a normal teenager trying to hide a blush when the guy she likes says something funny. Let her have her normal teen girl moments in between all the war.

Oh! And let her crush on one of the guys she knows won’t give her shit for being trans.

Archie Andrew - Help me paint?

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Archie Andrews x Reader

Words: 1088

Y/N is going through a rough time with her family and gets to a breaking point. But fortunately Archie’s there to pull her back in and cheer her up. Basically lots of fluff.

A/N:  I know Riverdale only has two episodes at this point but I am already completely obsessed so I though why not write a one shot about it because let ‘s be honest the whole cast is freaking smoking. This is only loosely inspired by the series I doesn’t really follow the real plot. Hope you like it and make sure to let me know if you’d like more of this sort of imagines.

Originally posted by missprongs

Rough, rough is the only word that came to mind when you thought about your life right now. You always told yourself that you could, no, more like you had to handle everything but sometimes even your nerves broke. And unfortunately this was one of those times. Archie had been your rock throughout this whole mess. He was always there to cheer you up, everyday he’d stop by just to ask if you were okay, it was becoming kind of a ritual. But today, today you were really pissed, hell you were fuming. To say there was tension in your household would be an understatement. Everybody walking on their tip toes too scared to say or do the wrong thing that would set off another argument. You had had just about enough of this nonsense, and being the hot headed person you were, you got into an argument with pretty much everyone today. You parents had just gone out to dinner, which by the way was a freaking miracle that they even talked to each other after their constant disputes and your sister/brother had just stormed off after the heated discussion you had indulged her/him in.

Reader’s P.O.V.

I was pacing in my living room trying to get all my rage out when I heard the knock at the door. I opened the door forcefully “What the hell do you want?!” I snapped at the person standing at my doorstep without even looking, figuring it would have been my annoying sibling. When I finally lifted my gaze guilt flushed over me as I realised there was a confused and sorry looking Archie staring back at me with flowers in his hands. “I… I just wanted to check if you were okay… I’m sorry did I do anything-” but I didn’t let him finish as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into a much needed kiss. “I’m so sorry babe, I didn’t know it was you. God I’m SO happy you’re here.” You quickly explained leading him inside. He stared looking around the house with a questioning tone “They all left don’t worry.” I answered before he could even ask. I went to sit on the kitchen counter while I watched Archie put the flowers in a vase “I thought these would cheer you up a little, he smiled making me melt, and they’re your favourites, right?” “Aw, hun that so sweet! What would I do without you?” I laughed “You’d be a total train wreck” he smirked walking towards me. I wrapped my legs and arms around him and looked at him daringly “See now that’s mean” I pouted. He just gave me a cheeky grin leaning in to kiss me passionately. “So what d’you wanna do tonight?” I asked my forehead still resting on his. “Don’t really know, would you like to watch something?” he kissed my forehead since he was about to break out of the hug but I held him back “Eh… not really I mean we’re already seen everything.” He nodded “Well maybe if you’d let me go I could find something for us to do?” he smiled “But I don’t want to. Could we just stay like this?” I asked seriously starting to consider it. “Unfortunately no” he laughed.

Originally posted by cutie---kisses

Archie’s P.O.V.

I practically saw the lightbulb turn on over her head “Oh I know we should finally paint my room, I mean everything is ready but I have just been putting it off for the past week. But since you’re here now…” she grinned. Gosh she was adorable. “Yeah sure that could be fun.” I simply replied taking her hand to go upstairs “I should warn you though, there is a strict policy of only shirtless men allowed to paint in my bedroom.” she smirked “Is that so? And what about you then huh? How’s that fair?” I laughed and shook my head “My bedroom, my rules Andrews.” her smile grew even wider and I couldn’t help but stare at her beauty. “I’ll quickly change and we can get started” she yelled already half way in her closet.

Originally posted by songsoftheheartless

Readers P.O.V.

I opted for my old cute denim overall and my Calvin Klein sports bra just to tease him a little. As I walked out of the closet he was mixing the paint. He was already shirtless and even though I had already had the chance to admire his abs, my breath was taken away every time I saw him without his shirt. He turned to me to say something but his jaw dropped seeing me. “Please don’t drool on my carpet” I joked. He quickly brushed it off and stood up to put his hands on my waist. “You can pull off anything can’t you” he smiled “yeah basically” I laughed throwing my hair into a quick ponytail. He tried to kiss me but I dodged him “Ah Ah Ah you got to earn it this time.” I pointed at the empty walls. He pouted a little but quickly got back to his energetic self “Let’s get to work then.” We were about halfway done when suddenly he came up to me from behind and wiped his paint full finger on my neck and cheeks “Oh it’s on!” I yelled chasing him with the brush. I managed to paint several strokes on him before he dipped his fingers in the paint and started chasing me around the room.

Originally posted by youtubersandothers

Archie’s P.O.V.

“Oh God look at the mess we’ve made!” she said almost horrified by the realisation. “Don’t worry we’ll clean it up and look at the bright side at least your walls are finally done.” I sat down on the floor admiring the work we had just accomplished. “Yeah I guess so, and it was pretty fun wasn’t it?” she let out a small laugh as she laid down in my lap. “Yeah totally, I hadn’t laughed this much in so long!” I looked down at her and for a moment we just looked at each other in the most comforting silence. She was the first one to break it “Hey Archie?” she looked deep into my eyes. “Wassup?” I asked stroking her hair. It took her a minute to respond “Thank you… I mean thank you for everything. For being there when I need you and basically just for being you.” She opened up to me. “Anytime. You know I love you right?” this brought the biggest smile on her lips “Yeah I do and I love you too”.

First Words

I had no where to put this so I’ll just put it on this blog until my AOx3 works. ignore my trash writing i havent written fanfiction in months. Inspired by @axolotlnerd. A soulmate AU. 

You kept it hidden, those few words etched into your skin by fate.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?”

You found when girls liked to flaunt them they would end up just getting used, because what guy wouldn’t use those few magic words to get into a girls pants? Those words are all they really want to hear. It was so easy. And yet so hard.

You couldn’t count on all your fingers and toes the amount of times someone had run into you and said those words, “I’m so sorry, are you okay?”. It’s just the polite thing to say.

              And each time your heart would swell, full of love and hope, and then, each time, you would say the wrong thing. The words that weren’t written somewhere on that gorgeous blonde, or that nerdy kid, or the repair man from down the hall. The words that fate decided made you unloveable.

              Around you all of your friends had said the right words, and their other half would lift up a sleeve or pant leg, wide eyed, smiling. It was so easy for all of them because they all had such unique things written on their bodies.

When all of your friends got married and settled down you finally accepted that the first words your soulmate were supposed to speak to you were too common. It was unfair to yourself to get hopeful every time someone apologized to you. So you shut them out. They were just words.

It was supposed to be hot today, hotter than it normally was in California. But you were stubborn and pulled your black cardigan over your cursed forearm anyways, covering those six words. You looked at yourself in the mirror one last time before braving the heat outside.

Downtown LA was not your favorite place to live but this is where you were needed. Everyone and their mother owned a computer and your skills of technical hardware came in very handy. Especially with the big YouTube companies where you were under a very strict contract with them since a lot of their partners were growing into internet stars. The hours were long and you couldn’t stand most of your clients but it paid the bills and then some.

You made it a routine that the only way to deal with the youtubers was the biggest cup of coffee you could find. Luckily you had found this little hole in the wall café near the Polaris studio, a studio that frequently needed your special touch.

There was a small line today, not too bad. You ordered and then stood by the counter, oblivious to the world around you, focused on your phone.

              Your thumb lazily pushed the screen showing you useless information after useless information. Your phone buzzed making your eyes glance at the top of the screen. It was your friend, she was getting married. Of course. Another wedding.

You went back to scrolling, stopping at a cute dog pictu-

              Hot coffee spilled down your arm, dripping on to your leg, and into your shoe burning everything it touched. You gasped, jumping back in shock.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?” A man looked at you wide eyed in complete horror of what he had just done.

And everything inside you snapped. Those six words again. Meanwhile another one of your friends was getting married. How was this fair? Why were you stuck with those damn words carved into your body? Why?

“Oh, just fuck off, dude.” You groaned, rolling your eyes. You angrily grabbed some napkins off the counter and started walking away, trying not to scream. It wasn’t his fault, you told yourself. He didn’t know what he was saying, he was just trying to apologize, but for fucks sake, not now.

“Wait!” He yelled after you, “What did you just say?” Did he really need you to repeat it? Did he want to piss you off?

You turned around, ready for him to confront you. You just needed to take a breath.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so rude, I’m just am not having a good day. I don’t want to fight.” You said calmly. By now there were a few other customers watching, seeing if you would make a scene.

“No, what did you say?” He walked over to you, almost excitedly. He didn’t seem mad. You furrowed your brows confused. “What did you say, please?” He was smiling now, his stubbly cheeks almost showing his dimples. He was standing close to you, maybe a bit too close.

“I- I said just fuck off, dude. I’m sorry.” You answered quietly. You looked around at the people still watching you hoping that if he was about to knock you out that maybe someone would help, even if you did start this all.

“You know,” he gave a small laugh, looking down at you. “I never thought that someone’s first words to me would be ‘oh, just fuck off, dude.’ But you proved me wrong.” He lifted his worn out Rush tee shirt exposing his fit torso and carved right on his ribs were those exact words.

              “So you’ve been walking around with ‘Oh, just fuck off, dude’ on your chest since you hit puberty?” You asked, sitting across from the man in a park not far from the coffee shop. “I am so sorry.” You couldn’t help but laugh. You were a nice person, or at least that what everyone said, who would have thought that the first words you’d say to your soulmate were so rude?

“Oh yeah,” He took another drink of his new coffee, one that the café offered him for free, congratulating him on finding his true love. “My parents were super pissed off saying I deserved better.”

You frowned, realizing your fate with his parents was already sealed.

“Don’t take that the wrong way.” He noticed your expression drastically change with what he said. “I actually found it very fitting. I mean my job is an internet show about playing games and making dick jokes. Half of my vocabulary is swear words when I work, really, it’s fine. If anything it made finding you really easy. I can’t imagine being stuck with something like, I dunno, I had this one friend is high school who’s first word was just ‘Hello”. That must have sucked.” You watched him talk, so comfortable with everything. He talked like he had known you for years already.

“You mean kind of like ‘I’m so sorry, are you okay?’” You smiled.

“Oh, yeah, kind of like that. Sorry, I didn’t mean-“ He ran a hand through his curly, brown hair.

“It was a joke.” You leaned over touching his other hand in a comforting gesture. At least what you tried to make a comforting gesture. He looked down at his hand and then back at you, his face turning pink.

“I, uh, I don’t know how this works, really. I mean I don’t even know your name yet. I honestly didn’t think I was ever going to find you, like fuck, after thirty years I just assumed my foul mouth princess was all the way in China.”

“(Y/N) (L/N).” You put your hand back in your lap. “We can start by you calling me (Y/N)”.

“Dan Avidan. Well, actually it’s Leigh but Daniel is my middle name so everyone just calls me Dan.” He laughed. He had a cute laugh, contagious, it made you smile.

“Well Leigh Daniel Avidan, it’s nice to finally meet you.”

Originally posted by level60

Dating Diana Prince would include:



●Her being very protective of you

  • “Diana i can take care of myself.”
  • “Last time i left you alone, you got a papercut.”

●Going to an ice-cream parlor almost everyday

● Finding out she was Wonder Woman accidentally while you two were having dinner

  • “Damn, Wonder Woman is hot.”
  • “I know I am.”
  • You choking on your food, “YOU’RE WONDER WOMAN?!”

●Being her personal nurse, and patching her up everytime she comes back from a mission

●Asking her when was the last time she dated someone

●Diana replying saying, “about 100 years ago.”

●Her telling you everything

  • “That’s why I’m protective of you. I don’t want to lose you like I lost him.”
  • You cupping her face and reassuring her
  • “I’m not going anywhere with you by my side.”

●Cute, simple dates every other weekend

  • Like going to the park
  • Or if there’s a fair, she’ll drag you to it
  • Or going to see a movie
  • Or maybe just a cuddle date at home

Originally posted by limitededitiononly


●When jealous, Diana likes to drag you away from the person hitting on you, taking you into an empty room (or anywhere empty in general) and give you hickies. TONS OF THEM

●You guys always have sex before and after she comes back from a mission

●Before she leaves it’s the “i will miss you” sex

●After she comes back, it’s the “i’m so glad you’re back” sex


●that is one of her kinks (aside from you sitting on her face)

●she loves running the tip of her fingers and seeing how goosebumps appear

●she’s usually the most dominant one

●though when she is submissive. tease. her.


●she has litterly saved you from near death experiences

  • for example that unfortunate time you decided to go to the museum by yourself and gunmen holding you all hostage.
  • one of them hit you in the face with the butt of their gun all for protecting a girl from being hit, leaving a huge bruise on your right eye.
  • one of them continued to beat you, until Diana broke through the doors and took them down.

●or like that time when one of the alien thingys (or as you call them) tackled you from your office on the 117th floor and out your window.

  • thankfully for you, Diana was nearby and caught you mid-air
  • this is why she’s never let’s you go places or do things alone.

●being constantly put in the spotlight of social media and the news.

●them always talking about how you probably only got with her for money and fame.

  • aka. being a gold digger

●Diana having to comfort you when you don’t feel worthy of being with her

  • “there are 7 billion people out there Diana! why me?
  • “because out of the 7 billion, i love you.”

●Diana getting angry when people attack you on the news or t.v. shows

  • “next topic, (y/n) (l/n), 4 year girlfriend of Diana Prince. What does Diana see in her? Honestly, (y/n) isn’t even that pretty.”
  • Diana turning off the t.v. and going onto twitter and calling the t.v. show host out.
  • the t.v. host blocking Diana, because they know Diana is right.

●lazy Sundays are a must.

●Diana isn’t a morning person, so if you wake up early, and try to leave bed, she’ll drag you back and hold you comfortably tight

  • “Diaaannnaaa, i have to pee.”
  • “i’ll let you go, but if you don’t come back, i’ll drag you back here.”
  • you both end up sleeping ‘til noon.

●"i love you” s all the time. no. matter. what.

●all this goes to show how much she loves you. and how much you love her, ofc.

Originally posted by galgadotsource


anonymous asked:

RFA + V and Saeran reacting to MC having an evil as fuck laugh or giggle?

You guys have no idea how much I missed writing other characters. Love me some Choi boys, but it’s good to be back to the regular hcs.

Hope you like this! ^^

RFA + V and Saeran and a MC with an evil laugh


  • Look, he’s blinded (deaf, actually) by love, your laugh sound like the most angelic of chants to his ears
  • So he never noticed before until he saw this colleague actress talking to you during a little casting party
  • And the other lady was nodding and listening attentively, like she was taking mental notes or something for everything you were saying.
  • Curious, he approached you two. “What are two adorable ladies like you talking about? Me?”
  • “She’s teaching me how to make a great villain laugh for this movie I’m doing.” The actress says plainly. EXCUSE ME WHAT, MISS?
  • “Yeah, you know… because I have that evil creepy laugh sometimes, she heard and asked me to teach her, cool, right?” If you say so… he doesn’t see nothing villainous in you.
  • But as you two watch the movie, he listens to his colleague’s evil laugh and… yeah… the resemblance is uncanny.
  • He’s definitely taking the evil laugh workshop with you for when he plays a villain, it’s pretty convincing.


  • He’s playing LOLOL while you read a magazine
  • Then he hears this laugh and wonders if he got killed by some new villain in the game or something… but his avatar looks fine.
  • He takes his phones off and hears again, what the hell? It’s… you?
  • He heard you giggling or  chuckling before, and they are a little… different from what he ever heard before, but your laugh really is something else.
  • But hey, if you’re laughing, it means you’re happy, why would he judge, then?
  • “Yoosung, have you ever read these magazines and their tips to satisfy your man in bed? Listen to this… the erotic pizza”
  • He chuckles nervously. From the way you’re laughing so mischievously, he’s so sure you want to try doing the erotic pizza. Lord help him.


  • Okay, your laugh is always different
  • Sometimes you do the snore thing, sometimes it’s a super high pitch and… sometimes is this low weird laugh
  • She always find them funny, she laughs too whenever you do it, but she’s laughing at your laugh.
  • And it’s not different when you two are in the movies.
  • You laugh because of some scene, she laughs at your laugh, and keeps giggling even after you stopped laughing already.
  • “What are you laughing?” you ask. “You’re just so funny, MC.
  • Though you have no idea why she thinks you’re funny, you smile. It’s good to see her so happy.


  • Another one who didn’t notice before because he’s too caught up in your spell
  • But Elizabeth is not, and the poor thing is all bristly whenever she hears you laughing
  • Both you and Jumin are surprised, and you are a little worried she might not like you
  • But she does, as she’s usually snuggling in your lap and rubbing herself against you leg, so… Elizabeth, what’s good?
  • Then he puts two and two together, and… yeah, it’s your unique laugh he never cared so much.
  • And he still doesn’t, he just hopes Elizabeth gets used to it one day, he doesn’t want an animosity between his two most precious ladies.
  • “She loves you as much as I do, my love. Perhaps you can try to tone it down a little for a while?” “But Jumin… how can I not laugh when she does these cute things?”
  • Ah yeah… a fair point.


  • First time he heard, he couldn’t stop laughing.
  • Honestly, he doesn’t mind at all, he thinks it’s funny.
  • He’s always trying to find the perfect joke that will unlock the evil laugh
  • Just so he can throw a punch line about it.
  • “What’s up? Did you finally finish that plan to rule the world?”
  • “The only world I plan to rule is yours” would sound a lot sexier if it wasn’t for the evil laugh
  • But… it’s still pretty sexy.
  • Who’s laughing now?


  • Okay, he had a pretty evil laugh during his Mint Eye days (Christmas DLC, anyone?)
  • Now that those days are gone, he doesn’t laugh much because he’s super self conscious he will sound creepy
  • But what the hell? You sound even creepier than him sometimes. So that makes him more comfortable about it, if such a normal person like you do that, why can’t him?
  • So it’s kinda like a competition, somehow. Who does the most evil laugh?
  • And it’s okay when you two are alone, but sometimes you do that in front of RFA members
  • They all are judging silently, because who will dare to say a thing? And Yoosung is like: “Saeyoung, what are they doing?”
  • “The same thing they do every night, Yoosung, trying to take over the world!”


  • This poor blind man
  • Is it Halloween already? Why is he hearing this witch’s laugh?
  • Oh… it’s just you…
  • It takes him a while to get used to it, tbh
  • But he does eventually, and turns out your laugh is just another very spirituous part of you that amuses him
  • And he even praises you if you ever say something negative about it.
  • “Your laugh is wonderful as you, my angel. I’ts so good to know I make you that happy to this point, you know?”
  • Yeah, you do. And although he can’t see it, you’re giving him a very shy smile, no, not a laugh, just a smile.
I’ll Keep You Safe

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Language

When the team gathers for movie night, nobody mentioned it was a scary movie. What happens when you turn your light off for the night and still feeling panicked.

The kitchen was bustling as the team gathered things together, you could smell popcorn and was that tequila? Nat was making margaritas again. As you come around the corner looking at the team, your friends, you laugh.

“What is going on?” You step out of the way as Tony slides through with boxes of pizza.

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suchabigmesss  asked:

Hello, beautiful soul and face. I feel like 1 and 42 could make the perfect fluffy drabble. Thank youuuuu

Here it is, my love!! I really hope you enjoy this fluff with Bucky :* 

Drabble Challenge - 1K celebration

1. “That’s starting to get annoying”
42. “Stop being so cute”

Words: 960 (aha, I made it under 1k, I’m learning! ;) ) 

“Not fair,”

“Just… no..”


“Is she being serious?!”

Steve had a hard time trying to contain his snort as he watched his best friend talk to himself while groaning, whining, and sighing so deeply he was sure it could be heard throughout the entire Avengers facility.

“She’s just talking, Bucky,” Steve said, trying his best to hide the broad smile playing on his lips. Bucky groaned in response, burying his face in his hands as he sighed for what seemed to be the millionth time in the past five minutes.

The former Winter Soldier was about to open his mouth to explain to Steve just why it was a problem that you were just talking. But then you laughed. And he couldn’t stop himself from groaning out loud as the sound of your laughter rang in his ears and echoed through his body, touching every fiber of his being. A shiver of pleasure ran down his spine.

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anonymous asked:

How do romanced companions react to seeing Sole come back from a mission all beat up?

Codsworth: The “By Jove!”s were flying through Sanctuary that night. Poor Codsworth, being extremely unequipped to handle medical emergencies, is frantically whipping out anything he thinks might help his poor master. It helps that Codsworth is a domestic wizard. Pillows, blankets, hot drinks and food seems to appear from nowhere. Sole is not left wanting as they quietly nurse their wounds.
“Sir/mum, I must say, as your romantic partner I very much do not appreciate you coming home in this state! This is- I-“
His buzzing, posh accent tapers off as he sees the look Sole gives him, which borders on incredulous.
“I mean… Master, if you have to go on these… Dangerous expeditions, would you at least take me with you? You can count on me to secure the home front, but I worry about you.  The world, it’s so…”
He stops talking again, and finds himself hovering very close to Sole’s bed. He watches his master reach out for one of his three arms, holding the metal like Codsworth could feel the warmth. In a way, he almost could.

Danse: When he spies that familiar silhouette against the horizon his heart leaps, only to immediately sink into his stomach again. He mumbles a lecture about “letting your guard down” as he helps Sole limp their way towards the clinic, disguising his worry as anger, trying (and failing) to hide how much the blood affects him.
Where was your power armor? Who did you travel with? Where were you hit? Is this broken? Do you need-
The questions are (rudely) stopped as Sole seal their lips with a kiss, and in the silence that follows, Danse has time to think properly. As a solider of the Brotherhood of Steel he had been trained for this exact situation. He had helped countless of his fellows with post-battle injuries. Sole didn’t even look seriously hurt. Then how come, if he was prepared for this, that his heart was beating so hard he could feel his pulse in his gums?
When the kiss breaks he lets out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. “It’s gonna be okay,” he mumbles, not sure who he’s comforting the most.

Preston: Preston always claims the guard post at the front of Sanctuary, overlooking the road, just so he can be the first to see them. This time he’s glad he did.
His laser musket forgotten, running so fast his hat almost flies off, he’s at Sole’s side just in time to catch them as they stumble. Instead of getting help he sits them down right there, ass down on the dusty road, and insists on seeing the damage for himself. He speaks clearly and honestly, tipping Sole’s head up to look them in the eye.
“Please, please take care of yourself out there. We can’t afford to lose you.”
He bites his lip.
“I can’t afford to lose you.”

Strong: “Human, you’re leaking.” Strong grunts as he wraps a massive arm around Sole’s waist, hoisting them up and over his shoulder. The leader makes a weird, high-pitched noise and bury their fingers into Strong’s arm, who doesn’t seem to notice or care.
Leader is hurt. Leader needs helps. That’s easy enough, he has done it a hundred times. Humans get themselves hurt a lot, seeing as how their tiny, squishy bodies put up no fight against bullets and animals. That seems stupid, Strong thinks. They should really work on fixing that. Maybe if the leader was more like super mutants and had a strong body instead of a dumb and tiny one, Strong wouldn’t have to carry them quite as much.
…. All though, he did like it. A little. It was soft, and warm, like a scarf that talked too much. Just like when the human invites him into their bed and wraps around him for protection against the things that live in the dark.
He likes that too. And he knows from experience that when humans got hurt they spent a lot of time in bed. So really, thinking about it as logically as he could, this wasn’t all bad.

X6-88: He’s stoic at first, letting the “doctor” at whatever settlement he was waiting in get to Sole first. He watches silently as they patch Sole up again, paying no attention to the nervous glances coming his way.
It’s only later, when they’re alone and he sees how Sole winces when they move, that he reaches out for them. He pulls them to him, and when they’re standing this close he can clearly see the fresh bruises and the dried flakes of blood on their lips. It makes him… Uneasy. Like a calm, controlled sort of panic, swelling in his stomach. It’s an unfamiliar feeling, and he doesn’t know what to do with it.
“You have to be careful,” he mumbles against their neck. He refuses to let them out of his sight for long while they heal, feeling that same surge of worry every time he sees them hiss with pain. God, if he had to fall in love, why did he pick the unluckiest person in the wasteland?

Deacon: He knows Sole always comes back to him. He just wishes they would return in better shape.
He doesn’t show it, of course. When someone asks him how Sole is doing, Deacon happily tells them a (slightly exaggerated) story of how a behemoth the size of a skyscraper broke out of the ground, using an entire train as a mallet, and Sole took it down with only two bullets and a molerat skull.
The truth? Sole was in a fight, as always. Getting injured, as always. For all their accomplishments and skill, Sole is still human, and can still be hurt or even die out there. That thought terrifies Deacon in a way that makes it hard to sleep at night.
When Sole returns with new scars, Deacon adjusts his glasses and happily listens to whatever tale Sole tells him, laughing and distracting from the pain. At night, when they’re in bed together and he can feel the heat and bumps of broken ribs beneath Sole’s torn skin, that laughter feels far, far away. Suppose that’s just the price you pay for loving someone.

Piper: “Damn, Blue. Really living up to your name, huh?” Piper jokes. She wasn’t joking a second ago when Sole collapsed on her doorstep looking like they had ran there on broken legs.
In fact she might have been a little hysterical, but so what? It’s natural to freak out about the people you love, it’s just human nature. Piper’s nature in particular is extremely caring, so after patching her lover up the best she can, she lets herself slide under the blankets to begin the emotional healing as well.
To be fair, Sole was more purple than blue right now. And they really shouldn’t be playing on that pip-boy, in case of concussion, but Piper doesn’t have the heart to tell them to stop. Instead she just rests her head on Sole’s chest and listens to their heartbeat as they lose the fifteenth game of “Red Menace” in a row.

Curie: People may think she’s innocent, cute, maybe even weak, but Curie is first and foremost a medical professional. When she hears Sole has finally come back and “looks bad”, she responds like medical lightning. She knows she’s not the best fighter, the best builder or the most socially adept, but god damn it, this is something she knows. No one else is putting a finger on Sole while they heal.
Every complaint is silenced with a huff and a kiss, every cut closed, everything even remotely resembling a bruise is disinfected and wrapped. Sole has no choice but to lay back and let Curie do what she does best. Which is caring.

MacCready: After living the mercenary lifestyle MacCready knows a thing or two about first aid, but applying that knowledge requires him to physically be there. When Sole comes home, battered and bruised, he wishes he had been.  It hurts him to see them so vulnerable, and it hurts him even more when he has to add to that pain, but the bullets have to come out before the wounds close.
“Frick, sorry,” he whispers for the hundredth time as the tweezers slip and stab Sole in the back. At least it was just raiders this time; he had no idea what he would do if it had been the gouges of a deathclaw swipe, or the acid burns from a mirelurk queen. As another bullet hits the surgical tray with a ping, he shakily tries to wipe the blood away and bandage the wounds, pouring a bit of purified water on it for good measure. Then he offers to whip up an apology dinner, but Sole explains in (unnecessary) length that they don’t want to be battered, bruised and poisoned.

Cait: Cait is no stranger to injury, and yet there is something very wrong about seeing Sole all beat up like that. It’s all bloody, and raw, and wrong. She’s not the best with words, so when the settlers pull Sole inside and the bare lightbulb brings every fresh injury into focus, she can only manage a “God fucking damn it, Sole!”.
She cares for Sole the only way she knows how; a shot to disinfect the wound and a shot to forget the pain. Maybe two. Maybe three. Getting drunk not only makes it easier to speak her mind, but also helps dissolve that hard, tight knot that had appeared in her stomach when she saw Sole limp into town.
“You gotta take care of yourself, Sole!” she insists, getting a fifth blanket from god-knows-where.
“ ‘Cause if you die out there without me, I’ll fuckin’ kill you! Hear me?”

Nick: He knows pain doesn’t feel the same for him as it does for Sole. Besides, he’s a detective, not a doctor, so when Sole stumbles through his door looking like they got back from a hot date with a deathclaw, there’s not much for him to do. The constant reassurances of “it looks worse than it is” doesn’t help at all.
He cares for sole the only way he knows how; painkillers and chicken soup. He knows soup is supposed to help with coughs and not dislocated shoulders, but what else is he supposed to do? He tucks them into bed and tries to come up with an interesting story about his last case to distract them, keeping a close eye on them as they start drifting into sleep. If someone might be concussed, were you supposed to let them sleep? Or was it the opposite?
“If you keep this up you’re gonna end up lookin’ like me, doll…” he murmurs, and is surprised to hear Sole huff with laughter.

Hancock: There’s something charming about scars, Hancock has always thought. Maybe that’s why Sole is so goddamn beautiful to him. It feels like there’s a new one every time they meet, complete with an exciting story to go with it, and as he watches Sole clean the dirt from their wounds he feels his heart swell.
How did someone like him get someone like this, huh? He holds his charred palm over Sole’s bruised skin and feels the heat of every punctured blood vessel radiate from it. There’s beauty in that, too, and in the way his lover toughs it out, like the pain is just a part of life. A part of them.
“No use in hurtin’ yourself just for fun, love,” Hancock muses as he hands Sole another stimpak.
“There’s easier ways to get my attention.”
It’s said with a nudge and a wink, but he can’t help but notice how Sole winces at the touch. Then it’s not so fun anymore.
Still, Hancock knows a hundred ways to forget pain, and he’s happy to share every single one of them as Sole recovers. No worries. Nope, none at all.
… But maybe, the next time Sole goes out, he’ll insist on coming with them. Just to be sure.

Wanted (Cat Hybrid AU Woozi)

Originally posted by wonuflake

Type: Fluff

Request: Hybrid! Cat woozi?

“Are you sure he’s the one you want?” the lady asks as you tell her the name of the hybrid you picked. This day in age everyone wanted a hybrid whether it was a puppy, a cat, a bird, fish, etc. They were kept locked away like regular pets which you found very wrong but you couldn’t change it. Today you wanted to take home one that no one ever seems to want at work. The grumpy hybrid named Jihoon. He wasn’t rude or anything, he just didn’t like socializing or trying to fake to be adopted. So people instantly labeled him as an unwanted hybrid. “He’s not that bad” you insist as you signed the papers. “No one wanted him. I don’t know why. He’s so sweet. It’s not fair to not be picked for being too old or not cute enough. I think they’re great and deserve a shot” you say as you handed her the paper. She quickly stamped it and handed it back to you. You gave her a smile heading into the back.

You opened one of the doors to a room where a few of them were and smiled. “Jihoon” you say as he looked up “you’re kidding someone wants him?” the one beside him whined making Jihoon look down. “Yeah. Someone does” you respond rudely as you stuck your hand out for Jihoon and he nervously took it. “Who wants me?” he asks shyly. “I do” you told him as he looked at you in shock. “I like you Jihoon. Even if others think badly of you. I think you’re worth it” you tell him as he looks down with a blush.


“I know it’s not much” you state as you two look around your very decent apartment. You made good money working there so you could have a decent life for the most part. Jihoon nervously stepped in “this isn’t a joke right?” he asks as you shake your head no. He smiled before he wrapped his arms around you. You instantly hugged him back stroking his soft hair “this is your home now as well” you him as he pulls back. “Thank you” he says as you guide him in more.


You woke up the next morning you awoke to see Jihoon sleeping peacefully on your bed. He liked the bed much more than his old to the point he quickly fell asleep. You smiled as you reached over touching his soft cat ears and began rubbing it. He let out a soft moan as he never felt the sensation before. As soon as his eyes opened he seemed to melt into your hand more. His head turned as he let your fingers dig more “I’m glad you like it” you coo as he smiles. “What do you want to eat?” you ask him as he looked confused. “There’s more than just the hard food we give” you promise as he sits up. “Like what?” he asked as you got up. “So I planned a good day to take you exploring” you say as you open one of the doors in your room. You put pants, a long baggy tshirt, boxers, and socks out for him. “These are actually hybrid wear” you tell him as he looked at it amazed “this stuff doesn’t look cheap” he says as you shrug"I’m not the only being I have to worry about now” you tell him as you got to your closet and pull a jacket out. “Get ready” you tell him before pointing to the door connected to your room. “The bathroom is right there. Shower, there’s shampoo and everything there for you to use” you say as he nods.


You were amazed that he didn’t come out smelling like the mens products you bought. He smelled like cherry blossoms as he told you it smelled much better to him. You shrugged it off and allowed him to do as he wanted to be happy. As of now you were very much enjoying the look of curiosity your new friend had. His hand clutched yours tightly as you pulled him along. “This is what I think you would like” you say buying an order of cooked fish from a stall. He took it from you and took a deep breath before he took a bite. You watched he smiled eating another and another. He ate it so fast you worried he’d get the hiccups but you simply grabbed a napkin and wiped his mouth off. Then his fingers. “We’ll buy some fish from the market then” you say relinking your fingers with his.


He looked at a magazine cover in shock as he saw the hybrid on it “it’s Jeonghan” he comments as you look at it. “His owners thought he was just so pretty they made him model for companies” you tell him as he makes a sound. “I don’t have to do that right?” he asks as you shook your head no. “Good” he says as you handed him a bag that contained fish and other things. “Your old friend lives here” you say as you knock on the window of the book store and a head peaks up from behind the desk as Jihoon smiles rushing in without second thought. The two males smiled at each other before they hugged. Wonwoo happened to be the other stone faced male that no one would adopt until you showed a picture to your friend who instantly wanted him. “Hey Y/N” you hear as Mingyu came out from the back.


You guys sat across from the the two hybrids at a small restaurant you and Mingyu frequented when you were bored as they caught up with everything. They talked about what they have gotten to experience from the real world so far. Jihoon mainly about fish and your soft bed and Wonwoo went on about the smell of old books and sleeping by the window as the sun shined down on him. “So the grumpest of cats got homes?” Mingyu asked as you smiled “they aren’t bad hybrids. Most people just don’t want to look past the actual appearance” you tell him as food was brought out. “This for you guys” Mingyu says as the two males were about to dig in “but eat slow and share” he finished as they nodded picking up pieces of fish and other meats.

“What’s that?” Jihoon asked as he watched you pick up a piece of meat from your noodles “chicken” you say as you saw the light in his eyes. You smiled as you leaned over the table offering it to him. He quickly took it and groaned as you giggled. “Here” you say passing him the bowl. He looked shocked “what will you eat?” he asked “I’ll order something don’t worry” you promised leaning on your hands as he smiled picking up his fork and dug in. “You’re going to baby him” Mingyu hummed as you shrugged. “He needs love and I’ll give it to him” you respond as Jihoon took a sip from his water before continuing to eat. He would have a smile here and there as he enjoyed being able to experience things he was told by others he would never have. Now those teasers were still waiting to be adopted while he got to live in the real world.

US First Lady Hillary Clinton holds 23-month-old McKenzie Cipriotti 11 May, 2000 at the White House in Washington, DC during an announcement of new Clinton administration efforts to improve the safety of consumer products, particularly those that are harmful to children. 

Poles Apart

taehyung, 13.6k, he’s a little bit different to what you are but oh well

warning: uh… idk, there’s a warning but if i say why it gives away the story

“Being different isn’t a problem.”

“Everyone acts like it is…they pull faces when you can’t answer their questions. They talk behind your back because they don’t think what they’re saying will hurt you. You’re the only person who hasn’t questioned my… being of me.”

Originally posted by bwipsul

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my girlfriend and i were having an argument and it wasn’t until an hour in she was like “this argument isn’t fair!! i’m drunk!”

and lmao i just broke out into laughter cause the argument was going in complete circles and it none of it was making sense until that point like i knew she had drank but i thought she had sobered up by that point

“well why didn’t you just say so ya dope?!”

“i’m not perfect okay?!”


anon requested : I was wondering if maybe you could do some cute belle/esmeralda stuff? 

Looking into the mirror, Belle took a deep breath before adopting a stern gaze. “This is it. You are going to march out there and tell her how you feel!” With a sharp nod of her head, she straightened her dress and marched out, staunchly ignoring the slight tremble in her hands. She had watched the woman (Esmeralda, a voice whispered to her) dance for a couple weeks and each day had been working up the courage to introduce herself.  

Music reached her ears as she approached the square and she sighed as she tracked Esmeralda’s movements, allowing herself to imagine for a moment, that she was up there dancing too, smiling and laughing as they moved around each other. 

Belle was so caught up in her daydream that she almost failed to notice the Romani take off at a run, with shouting guard chasing after her. At first, she was unsure if she should follow them - after all, what could a tinker’s daughter do in the face of the law? But as she watched the guards gain on the dancer, Belle took a quick breath before falling to the ground with a piercing scream. 

The two men came to a sudden stop, trying to place where the cry had come from and as they turned back to see Belle splayed out on the ground, Esmeralda took advantage of their distraction and dashed into the nearest building. Having kept one eye on the woman she was trying to save, Belle gave a sigh of relief and stopped her relentless cry just as the guards approached her. 

Adopting her most innocent gaze, she thanked the guards for their worry but the spider that had crossed her path had already fled. As their expressions slowly changed from incredulity to anger, Belle did her best to assure them that, yes - it was a very large spider and that no - she wasn’t off her rocker. Beaming at them as they walked away muttering, what she was sure were insults about her intelligence, she continued her simpering routine until they turned the corner and could no longer see her mad dash to the library. 

Pushing the half-door open with her usual care, she gave a M. Robert a quiet smile before walking up behind the dark haired woman who, for all intents and purposes, looked extremely invested in the book she held. Belle paused for a moment to gather her thoughts before she reached out and tapped the woman ( Esmeralda, her mind reminded her again ) on the shoulder. 

Well, anyone would have thought Belle had poked her with a hot iron the way the Romani whirled around, a fierce look on her face. Esmeralda relaxed a little when she realised that it wasn’t the two guards who’d come up behind her, but the screaming girl from the square. The surprisingly pretty girl, a small part of her added unhelpfully. “Are you alright?”she asked gently. “They didn’t hurt you, did they?” For surely pain could have been the only cause of such a piercing noise. 

A small blush rose to the bookworm’s cheeks as she tried to think of an excuse. Somehow, ‘I’ve seen you dancing in the square for the past week and you’re beautiful and I think I’m in love even though this is the first time we’ve ever spoke’ didn’t sound quite right. In the end, Belle simply shook her head and used the same excuse she’d told the guards. “There was an extremely large spider. I don’t like spiders…or guards who chase innocent people.” 

Understanding flashed across Esmeralda’s face and a small grin spread across her face. “I’ll keep that in mind for next time.” She closed her book with a loud snap and glanced out the window. The guards would surely have moved on to tormenting other citizens, allowing her to make her way back to her corner.  “Thank you. Not everyone is so quick to help someone like me. I promise your kindness will not be forgotten.” Moving past the brunette, Esmeralda was already trying to remember where she’d dropped her tambourine when she felt her momentum stopped by a gentle hand on her elbow. 

It was now or never. Belle swears, even up to this day, that her hand had moved without any instruction on her part - her own subconscious seeming to rebel against the fear her mind held. “Ah, I was - that is - I was hoping…” This wasn’t like the outspoken bookworm at all, she was a woman who always seemed to be able to say what was in her heart, so why was it so hard for her to even string together two sentences? 

Esmeralda, for her part, remained where she was, a patient look upon her face. While she was a bit confused by the other woman’s scattered words, Esmeralda was sure eventually they would become clearer once she overcame whatever obstacle was in her way. Besides, the brunette was especially cute when she was so flustered - Esmeralda got the feeling she didn’t fall apart like this very often.

“Will you - that is, would you like to accompany me to dinner tonight? My father is at a fair for the week and I was wondering if you enjoyed roast hen?” 

Suddenly the woman’s nervousness made sense to Esmeralda and suddenly her amusement turned to uncertainty. For a moment she faltered, eyes widened momentarily with shock until her brain gave her a sharp kick and she realised she was being ridiculous. This woman had just saved a mornings worth of earnings and that alone put Esmeralda in her debt - besides, she was intrigued by the brunette and her quiet courage. “In fact I do - as long as I don’t cook it. I’m afraid kitchens and I don’t seem to get along.” 

Belle was stunned for just a moment - had she actually just said yes? And before she could gather herself and project a relaxed front, words burst forth from her mouth with all the excitement of a young child around the holidays. “Really? I mean - great! You should come over just before sunset - my house is the one just over that hill there.” 

Bemused, Esmeralda watched the brunette start down the street at a brisk pace once her directions were uttered. It crossed her mind that she didn’t even know the other woman’s name. As if she’d heard her thoughts, the brunette woman - now several feet away - waved a hand and called out a brief and rather unorthodoxt introduction

“Oh! My name is Belle by the way.” 

A gentle smile spread across ruby lips.


anonymous asked:


  • mari: ooooohhh my gooodd i’m not introducing you to ladybug get away from my desk????
    • chloe: you realize how selfish you’re being? like you realize it right? you’re preventing me from meeting with the love of my life because you want to completely destroy me until i’m a shell of my former self. is that what you want? for me to die!?!
  • they do this weird thing where they talk about fighting each other after school and actually plan for it? like they pull out calendars and work around their schedules to pick a date and a time. and there’s usually always a dress code for it too, and it’s at that point where people really aren’t sure if they’re kidding or not
    • adrien: are chloe and marinette really fighting each other in an empty car lot tonight at 7?
    • nino: i have no idea dude they also said they were going to fight in the park at sunrise like last week 
  • one day marinette comes into school wearing her glasses because her contact lenses just aren’t cooperating with her that morning. but the minute chloe walks into the classroom and sees her she gets super pissed
    • chloe: nope! no no this isn’t fair you do not get to look cute in glasses take them off right now
    • mari: i need to see?
    • chloe: too bad they’re distracting take them off before i ask you out
  • they bond over the fact that they’re the two biggest coffee drinkers in the class. they even take turns buying each other coffee in the mornings because they both hit up the same café and they know each other’s orders by heart
  • chloe’s got a huge sweettooth, so sometimes instead of just buying pastries at her parent’s bakery, she’ll come to marinette’s house with a cookbook, flip to a random recipe she bookmarked last night, and ask if they can try and make them.
    • she’s a nightmare in the kitchen, so chloe usually sits on the counter and reads out the recipe while marinette works. and she loves watching marinette bake. 
  • marinette gets like an average of 4 hours a sleep a night for reasons that chloe has not figured out. so during their lunch pauses, they’ll go to the park where chloe lets marinette nap in her lap while she catches up on the homework she forgot was due next period. 
  • chloe isn’t totally comfortable with kissing in public just because she doesn’t like how people stare at her and marinette when they do. so marinette’s learned to kiss chloe on the back of the hand instead since it’s more subtle. chloe loves it so much that it eventually becomes their own little greeting, something they automatically do whenever they see each other. 

feel free to request any headcanons :)

some newlywed rubiam sound p good don't u think

•"holy shit we’re married"
“holy shit you’re right"

•liam and ruby were always the ones to roll their eyes at the posts online like “so glad to spend the rest of my life with my best friend” like how corny can u get but what did they do as soon as they were engaged? post the same damn things smh

•"i want a divorce so i can marry you again"

•one night ruby wakes up to find liam staring at her and she’s like ??? and he whispers back “i woke up and remembered you’re my wife and got too excited and now i can’t sleep” what a NERD

•at their wedding he trips on something and goes down hard and immediately looks at ruby and goes “even after we’re married i’m still falling for you darlin ;)’” she threatens divorce

•ruby is such a covers hoarder it’s ridiculous so when they get married she’s like “now you’re stuck with me so i can steal the covers all i want” so liam starts playing the game of how many blankets can i add in the night before she gets too hot and stops stealing them. her record is 12.

•once you have pneumonia you’re more susceptible to getting it again so liam who catches pneumonia again on the 3rd day of their honeymoon and ruby who goes out of her mind with worry because she’ll be damned if she’s a widow at 23

•alternately ruby and liam enjoying their honeymoon so much they stay an extra few days because who’s gonna stop em?? you want me to come into work sorry i’m across the country can’t do it. they led a revolution let them have this.

•the do not disturb card stays on their door the whole time they’re on their honeymoon

•vida gets mad at them because “really??? you’re going on a tropical vacation just to have sex in your hotel room the whole time? what the hell you can have sex here. at least go have sex on the beach or something”

•chubs tells them “if you come home pregnant i’m going to make fun of you for being a stereotype the rest of your life” and ruby’s just like “that’s fair”

•eventually it’s ruby who makes them go back home because she misses their dog

•they’re OBNOXIOUS about the whole “this is my WIFE ruby because we’re married and i love her and she’s my WIFE” thing

•once he calls her Mrs Stewart he’s like…ugh no that makes me think of my mom so it has to be ruby stewart when they’re tryna be cute

•like don’t get me wrong he still loves mrs stewart it’s lit just not when they’re being romantic it’s hard to go down on someone right after thinking about your mom it’s kind of a mood killer

•"ooh babe you had a crush on me that’s so embarrassing"
“we’re married”

•okay so i headcanon that after the camps are liberated liam works for a company that finds homes for kids whose parents didn’t want them back/were killed/ can’t be found/ etc and when he brings up kids with ruby she’s like “you work with kids all day aren’t u tired of children wtf”

•one time liam has to go to some government meeting that was supposed to end at a certain time and he’s asked to stay later and his response is “no, our agreement was 6 o'clock, my wife has dinner ready and i hate it here. Goodbye.”

•their texts are a compilation of funny dog videos and 3 word questions only they can decipher

•one time on ruby’s day off she hears liam leave in the morning, raises an eyebrow, looks at the clock on the wall and counts the seconds before the door opens again and he runs back in because he forgot to kiss her goodbye