the midnight snack

Please imagine Zoe Murphy waking up one night and going downstairs for a midnight snack and finding Connor on the kitchen floor staring at his laptop, which is not turned on:

“What are you doing?”

Connor, never moving his eyes from his laptop, “The government is watching us, Zoe.”

Zoe, grabbing the milk. “Yeah, Connor, it’s called the NSA. It’s their job.”

Connor, turning to Zoe with betrayed, bloodshot eyes, obviously high, “You knew?

little things to remember

because everything is going to be alright, love

-          Smiling at strangers and watching them smile back

-          Dogs resting their heads on your lap

-          Being shown around the house of a brand new friend

-          Remembering your favourite scene from an old movie

-          Childhood friends

-          Soft new socks

-          Finishing a favourite book and thinking it over

-          The soft glow of the microwave as you heat up a midnight snack

-          Being the last one awake at a sleepover and the comfort from being                with your friends

i think it’s time i told you (i’m a fan of your universe) (1/1)

Years after Hawkmoth’s defeat, Ladybug and Chat Noir have a conversation about life, love, and marriage.

Ladybug checked her communicator for the third time that night, and frowned.

The green pawprint blinked idly back at her, resting at a junction between city streets—the same place it had been every other time she’d checked.

They hadn’t arranged to meet up that night. It was her turn for a solo patrol tonight, and there hadn’t been any trouble big enough to make calling for help a necessity. She’d stopped a couple muggings, interrupted a robbery—normal, small things. Nothing that needed an extra pair of hands.

And, sure, they both transformed just for the fun of it sometimes. Sometimes they caught one another out on morning strolls or midnight snack runs or impromptu patrols, but usually those involved moving around.

Chat’s tracker hadn’t moved in the past two hours.

She shouldn’t worry—Hawkmoth had been in jail for the past three years and Chat wasn’t in a bad part of town right now—but…


The green pawprint blinked at her from the same junction, at the same pace, unmoved.

Ladybug abandoned the end of her route and headed downtown.

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midnight snack
  • Mommy: *Wakes up* realizes her baby boy isn't next to her
  • Mommy: *gets up and walks to the kitchen to see her little boy impatiently pacing around*
  • Mommy: "Kitten, what are you doing...?"
  • Kitten: "Ummm nothingggg"
  • Mommy: *points to dino nuggets on counter* "is that a box of dino nuggets?"
  • Kitten: "no!!!"
  • Mommy: "yes it is baby.."
  • Kitten: ...
  • Mommy: "Let mama help you, you're too small to cook alone" 💜