this was the cutest thing i ever read

The class I subbed for today had a poem on the wall with a bunch of “See you later, alligator” type rhymes. And one of them was “Time to scoot, little Newt.”

And I can’t help but imagine Newt Scamander’s mother saying that to him any time she needed him to go anywhere as a child. And, of course, when Queenie reads his mind and finds out, she thinks it’s the cutest thing ever and says it to Newt all the time. After a while, Tina starts saying it too because 1) it’s hilarious and 2) she’s heard it so much from her sister that it’s become ingrained in her vocabulary. They love it. Newt is exasperated.


“kol hove te sek lagda ae, door jaave te dil jalda ae, kedi agg naal rab ne banaya, rab ne banaya, rab ne banaya…”

(161210) super cute fan account from SEVENTEEN’s recent fansign

s.coups: how old are you?
fan: 15 years old
s.coups: heol 2nd year of middle school? you’re totally a baby… can this baby find her way home??
fan: eiii of course *laughs* i can find my way home
*fan got told to move on to jeonghan*
jeonghan: heol how old are you?
fan: 15 years old
s.coups: she’s a baby, a baby

read to me / remus lupin

 Anonymous said: Can I request a marauders era Remus one shot where its the day after a full moon and y/n’s looking after him and patching him up and trying to make him comfortable/feel better, they have a cosy day in together and it’s all fluffy and shit? Your writing is so so so good!!! Xxo


word count// 1,242

Originally posted by loveviral


The full moon had come and gone, corrupting Remus Lupin of his own body and left him with the evidence to prove it. Cuts and purple tinted bruises littered his skin and although he acted like he wasn’t in pain, you knew he was. It was the day after his transformation and as per usual, you were fussing over him and catering to his every need. It was the days near the full moon when Remus fell even more hopelessly in love with you and he couldn’t help but watch you with wonder in his eyes. Merlin, he was so in love with you.

Remus gazed up at you from his perch on the side of his bed and watched you chew on the inside of your cheek in concentration as you carefully cleaned his cuts. Your touch on the wounds was so gentle and he nuzzled further into your opposite hand that cradled his face, holding it still. You tried to bite back a smile when he gripped the sides of your legs and sent you one of the boyishly cute grins that made your belly flutter. 

“Stop,” You mumbled and smiled down at him as you worked. 

“Stop what, baby?” He asked, feigning innocence as his brown eyes squinted from smiling.

“Being cute and making me want to cuddle the shit out of you.”

“In that case, I’m not stopping.” He grinned.

Rolling your eyes playfully, you finished cleaning his cuts and tossed the antiseptic covered cotton pads in the trash. You barely had enough time to turn back around to face him when Remus pulled your body down on top of him, straddling his lap. You squealed in surprise and wrapped your arms around his neck to steady yourself, but his pain-ridden flinch did not go unnoticed. 

“Are you okay? Merlin, Remus, you can’t do that! I hurt you and—”

“Y/N, love, I’m fine,” He reassured gently and held your cheek, brushing the pesky little baby hairs from your cheeks that had escaped your bun. 

Your bottom lip puckered and you rested your forehead against his. “No you’re not,” You argued defiantly. “I don’t like seeing you in pain.”

“I’m tough. See?” 

Remus flexed his arms and bared his teeth, growling playfully to appear ‘tough.’ Your defiant act dissipated at the sight of your cuddly, walking teddy bear of a boyfriend trying to look tough and mean. You sputtered and started to laugh, much to Remus’ displeasure but he secretly enjoyed listening to your angelic giggles that he had caused. It was his turn to pout until your laughter died down to only a wide smile and you kissed his forehead lovingly.

“You’re cute,” You hummed against his warm skin.

“Not cute,” He whined. “I’m manly and masculine.”

“Cute,” You reiterated. 

With a playful growl that made your cheeks heat up, Remus flopped you backwards onto his bed and held himself over you on his forearms. His long fingers dug into your ticklish sides and you shrieked with laughter, squirming away from him. Your body thrashed against the linen sheets, eyes scrunched shut and your mouth was hung open from giggling so much. You failed to see the soft smile on Remus’ face as he admired your messy hair and how the long t-shirt of his you wore had ridden up on your thighs. He couldn’t help himself any longer and attacked your face with kisses, pinning your flailing arms to the bed.

So bloody beautiful,” Remus muttered between kisses, but it was hard to because he kept smiling at your giggles.

Your face burned under his lips and you hid in the crook of his neck, smiling shyly. “You’re the bloody beautiful one,” You hummed, giggling, as he nudged your jaw with his nose and pecked the skin sweetly.

He cradled you to his chest and gazed down at you. “The only beautiful one here is you, sweetheart.” He kissed the tip of your nose and you scrunched your face up.

Pink tinged your cheeks and Remus grinned, pulling your body flush to his chest. His lips brushed yours achingly and you gripped a fistful of his t-shirt in your hand, pulling his lips down to slot with yours. As if it were an instinct, he held your face in one hand and the small of your back with the other, causing you to arch off the bed slightly. He kissed you with passion and expressed every ounce of love he had for you in every single kiss. He was so loving and warm and you never wanted to stop.

When Remus pulled away from you, he fell onto the bed beside you. Your fingers inched closer to his on the linen sheets before curling around them. Your head turned to face him on the pillow, Remus doing the same, and you felt him tracing along the skin of your hand as you smiled at him. He smiled back at you gently and with his free hand, he retrieved the book sitting on his bedside table. He looked at you once more to find you watching him curiously as he opened the cover to the first page, handing it off to you.

“Read to me?” Remus asked softly with big, warm brown eyes. He looked like a little boy demanding a bedtime story. How could you have resisted?

“Of course, my love.”

You adjusted yourself higher on the pillows and Remus rested his head on your stomach. He kissed your belly through your shirt before he settled and one of his hands stroked the skin of your bare thigh soothingly. You giggled almost silently and held the book—The Hobbit—in front of you and began to read aloud. Your eyes skimmed along word after word whilst your fingers absentmindedly fiddled with the pages, a habit you had always had as you read. It was a habit that Remus had fallen head over heels for. 

Your soft voice made Remus’ eyelids close and he smiled to himself as you read the words he knew so well. He thought the writing was beautiful and the novel was a masterpiece, but your voice made every syllable ethereal. His favorite thing in the world was listening to you read to him and he tried his hardest to fight the sleep that began to edge into his exhausted body. He wanted to hear your voice for a little bit longer, but he felt himself slipping further into sleep the more he tried fighting it. 

You smiled behind the pages as you felt Remus’ fingertips still on your warm skin and his gentle breathing evened out, washing over your legs lightly. You pulled the book back to rest against your mouth to see your sleeping beauty of a boyfriend, still and most definitely fast asleep. You shut the novel, the pages hitting against one another with a quiet thump, and set it aside for the night. Ever so lightly with a feather-like touch, your digits combed through his tousled hair and you bent over to kiss the top of his head.

“Goodnight, my love,” You whispered into the silent room. 

With a flick of your wand, the lights in the dormitory went out and the soft moonlight bathed in through the window. You fell back against the linen and smiled contentedly, slipping into a deep sleep to the feeling of Remus’ hand still on your thigh and his hair tickling your skin.  

This drawing is inspired by the fanfic “Secret Santa” by @thelastpilot it is literally the CUTEST THING I’VE EVER READ!! This is supposed to be the scene where Adrien and Marinette take their first selfie together :3 I hope I did it justice!

(for those who’d like to read the fic, here’s the link to all of the parts so far!)

bUT WOULDN’T SEVEN HAVE A TINY BIT OF A PUDGE BELLY?? That would be the cutest thing ever. 

I mean those chips and dr pepper have to go some where… He loves affection too so he takes lots of breaks from the computer to find MC and get some attention.

You can bet that he walks up beside MC while she is reading a book on the couch, and pokes his stomach out as far as it can go in to the side of her head… Drama face on.

“MC… I don’t know how to say this but…. But… I’m pregnant….”

Without missing a beat, MC leans her head in to his tummy, shh’ing him so she can listen. 

“I can feel the baby… Hear them move….” she whispers.

“What are they saying?” he whispers along.

MC widens her eyes in shock. Looks up to Seven.


Seven proceeds to throw her book to the ground and collapse on top of her on the lounge, where the cuddle/smooch fest begins. 

The Cutest Thing I've Ever Heard of

Lafayette x Reader
Word Count: 1306
Summary: Lafayette is getting teased because he wrote his girlfriend a love letter, and asked Alexander to proof-read it for him.
A/N: I, ironically, did not proof-read this.

Your eyes ran over the words in front of you, and you couldn’t help but beam; you had the cutest boyfriend in the whole world.

“Lafayette!” You called, skipping your way up the stairs, unable to hold back your giant smile. You had just gotten home from work; the week was nearly over, and it had definitely taken its toll on you. Luckily for you, though, Laf had noticed and has been spoiling you for the past couple of days. Yesterday, he had returned home with a bouquet of flowers for you, along with your favourite meal from McDonalds. It wasn’t a lot, but it meant so much to you that he was thinking of you enough to buy you little gifts.

You peeked your head into the bedroom, checking to see if he was in before entering. He was working at his desk, but looked up at you upon hearing the door open. “Hello, l’ange,” he grinned dopily, making you chuckle.

You held up the note you had found on the kitchen island today, “Did you write me a love note, Lafayette?” You asked, the smile never leaving your face once.

Your boyfriend chuckled, smiling, “Yeah,” he grinned shyly standing from his chair and walking over to you.

Still beaming, you met him halfway, immediately wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his shoulder; “You’re so sweet,” you laughed, hugging him tightly, “Thank you,” you bit your lip gently, before leaning up to kiss his cheek.

He looked down at you, his cheeks lightly dusted with a small blush; this made you smile even bigger. “Did you like it?” He asked, bashfully; “I started to write it yesterday when you were having a bad day, but it kind of took longer than I thought it would.”

You leaned up once again, giving him a gentle kiss; “I loved it,” you chuckled, “It’s such a nice thing for you to do…” You said, letting go of his waist, instead grabbing both of his hands and swinging them gently with yours, “You’re the sweetest boy I’ve ever met.”

Lafayette smiled down at you before he bent down to kiss the top of your head, “And the English was very good, no?” He asked, clearly proud of himself, “Even the grammar,” he added, leaning back only enough so he was able to see and gauge your reaction.

You furrowed your brows and looked up at him, “It was pretty impressive,” you agreed, only now realizing how unusually well written his letter was. Of course he was fluent in English and has spoken it for quite a while now, but he still ran into a few issues when writing it…

He looked down at you, still completely full of himself, “Alexander proof-read it for me,” he stated, oddly poised, as if his friends proof reading his love letters was totally normal.

You couldn’t help but laugh, “Alexander… Proof-read your love letter?” You asked, giggling.

He nodded his head, “So it would be perfect.”

You giggled, looking down at the note in your hands. Alexander read this. And he edited it. You looked back up at your boyfriend, grinning, and went onto your tippy toes so you could kiss him; he accepted it with a smile.

“Thank you, Lafayette; I’m so lucky to have you.”


“So how’d she like it?” Alexander asked Lafayette smirking.

John quirked a brow, but before he could ask any questions, Hercules did; “How’d who like what?” He asked, cocking his head to the side.

Alexanders smirk only grew as he answered, “Lafayette wrote Y/N a love letter, because she was having a shit day,” he explained, “He asked me to edit it for him.”

Both Hercules and John chuckled, “Alexander read your love letter to Y/N?” John asked, smirking.

Lafayette nodded his head, his brows furrowed; “I wanted it to be perfect,” he explained, shrugging his shoulders.

“Naturally,” Hercules simpered, looking at John, who was biting his lip to keep from laughing once again.

Lafayette looked between the three other men, before rolling his eyes; “You are making fun of me,” he stated, totally unamused.

Alexander shook his head, still grinning, as both Hercules and John nodded their heads, laughing.

“Alexander knows what you said to your girlfriend!” John giggled, shaking his head. “Alexander should NOT know what kinda things you say to your girlfriend.”

Lafayette furrowed his eyebrows but before he could retort, you entered the living room and plopped down on the couch, beside your boyfriend.

“What’s going on?” You asked, grinning; you loved it when they got in their giggly moods. They were always so much more entertaining.

“Nothing,” Lafayette muttered, crossing his arms, petulantly.

Alexander smirked, and Hercules grinned, “How’d you like your love letter, Y/N?” Herc asked knowingly.

You looked at Lafayette, who refused to look at you; then, you looked at Alexander, who was also not looking at you. “I loved it,” you answered honestly, “It was adorable.”

Lafayette rolled his eyes, “They’re making fun of me,” he said, clearly annoyed.

You bit your bottom lip gently, to stop yourself from laughing; “Why would they do that?” You asked knowingly, looking at Alexander who was chuckling.

“Why would you ask Alex to read your love letter,” John asked, laughing, “Y/N would be the only one reading it, she wouldn’t care if you fucked up in it,” he continued, looking at you for approval; you just grinned and shrugged your shoulders.

You grabbed Lafayette’s hand and began to fiddle with his fingers, hoping you were comforting him. You loved him with all your heart, and although you found it adorable that he wanted his letter to you to be error-free, you also thought it was a little bit funny.

“I was just making sure it was good!” He defended himself, “And Alexander’s good at writing!”

Alexander nodded his head, “And hey,” he grinned, “It was a fucking adorable letter, despite some comma splices. I would be happy to read and edit all of your love letters, Laf,” he grinned up to his, currently pouting, friend.

You nodded your head, “It was an adorable letter,” you agreed, “And the grammar was nothing short of perfection,” you added, looking to Alexander, now.

He shot you some finger guns and clicked his tongue, “Anytime,” he said, making both John and Hercules burst out in another fit of laughter.

Lafayette rolled his eyes once again, so you held his hand tightly and began to run your thumb other the top of his hand, “I think it’s cute that you asked Alexander to help you,” you said honestly, leaning over so you could kiss his cheek, “It was sweet, Lafayette.”


That afternoon, Lafayette got more than his fair share of teasing from the guys; you joined in a little, until it really began bothering him. Then, you had to come to his defence; you loved his letter, what if he never gave you another one?

Once the guys were finally gone, it was already dark outside. You pulled Lafayette up to bed with you, never letting go of his hand.

You both got all ready for bed; once you crawled into the bed, you snuggled right into Lafayette’s side.

“Did you really like it?” Lafayette asked you after a moment of silence. You couldn’t help but grin.

“I loved it, Laf,” you said earnestly, “It was the sweetest thing anyone’s done for me. And I loved that Alexander edited it for you; that’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard of,” you giggled, kissing his neck, gently, as it was conveniently right by your lips. “If I ever have another bad day, will you write me another?” You asked, hopefully.

Lafayette thought for only a moment before nodding his head, “Of course, mon cherie.”

Okay so I was re-reading the Alma-Yuu arc when I noticed this!

This is the cutest thing ever!!!! Look at Road’s face! Look at how happy she is that Allen grabbed her! It’s absolutely adorable that Allen just grabs Road after getting freaked out by the sudden shift in surroundings.

His entire body is facing her’s and, judging by her legs, he actually pulled her. Okay so new headcanon: Allen is a total scaredy-cat and whenever he gets jumped-scared he grabs the closest person to him for protection.

anonymous asked:

I was thinking about this earlier and thought you might enjoy: Madison owning a tiny flower shop, and he owns it more as a hobby because he has plenty of money and he just enjoys plants and he pretty much reads all day because it's not that popular. Jefferson comes in one day, taking cover from the rain and is immediately entranced by Madison, who is of course naming all the Latin names. So Jefferson buys like 30 bonquets in a month so he can keeping going, and Madison slowly develops a crush

This is….the cutest thing I’ve ever read. Like James just using the flower shop as his own personal garden because, as you said, not that many come in, so he just has a good ol’ time planting flowers and you know he talks to them as he waters them and whatnot. 

And Thomas walks in while James is talking to the flowers and he has some dirt on his forehead and this small smile on his lips and Thomas is basically in love from the very beginning.

And Thomas would buy flowers and eventually he just sticks around to chat to James and asks him about all of the flowers and about gardening in general so James starts teaching him and soon Thomas is helping him run the flower shop as well and they fall in love and get married the end I love this so much.


“Don’t sweat, John. Alex is a good guy. He was about to take Lee out himself before you did it.” John looked from Herc to Alex with surprise.


“Dude, he basically launched himself at the counter.”

Alex tried to deny it- what if the guy thought he was crazy?

“N-no, I-”

“Do not be so modest, mon ami.”

“Well, anyone ready to kick Lee’s ass is a friend of mine.” John smiled at him again- wider this time- and god- he had dimples.

OK please go read @smoltinypumpkinchild​  fic, Nose to the (coffee) grind! It’s the cutest fic I have ever read and so well written and adorable, mostly Lams and Mullette but there’s Marzia and it’s literally the cutest fucking thing and it’s a COFFEE SHOP AU


So my sisters friend has been calling her all day asking her random questions like “favourite colour? favourite chocolates? what are things you really want to do/achieve in 2017?” etc etc.
We were all very ???? about the whole situation but just ignored it.
Fast forward to 5:30pm and my sisters friend drops this off at our door. Its a late Christmas present for my sister whose been feeling rather down recently with school and relationships.
Inside the package is;
A hot chocolate scented candle
A box of Favourites chocolates
And a jar of 365 cute little notes (one for each day of 2017) which are colour coded to what my sister wants to read.
The categories range from “cute quotes + lyrics” to “things we have to do/bucket list” and “reasons why I love you.” 
I honestly think that this is the cutest thing ever and tbh I aspire to be this kind of friend. 

anonymous asked:

Top 5 toltzmann fic?

Ooh, I love this question! Thank you! In no particular order, these are five of my favorites:

  1. Hair
  2. Sometimes You Have to Admit Defeat (this is actually part of a multi-part series called Holtzmann the ADHD Engineer which you should definitely read—all of which are Toltzmann-based, but this one is one of my favorites in particular)
  3. Already Home
  4. Cheap Thrills (again, this is only my favorite part of a series called Save the Girl, Save the World and you should read all of this one, too—love love love it)
  5. Impulse

And a bonus just because I’m polybusters trash:

Pringle Hunting (I honestly cannot rave about this enough this is the cutest and most clever thing I’ve ever read)

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anonymous asked:

Josh Klinghoffer



• he is a soft boy who paints and has a pretty voice and plays a lot of instruments and is shy and has pretty shiny eyes and likes books and poetry and probably watches obscure art films in his free time

• wears clothes 3 sizes too big for him someone help him before he dies drowning in his own clothes

• will often lick or bite his fingers and it KILLS ME EVERY SINGLE TIME

• doesn’t tuck his ears into his beanies

• really intelligent????? Like REALLY intelligent? Have you READ his lyrics?

• he’s only 37 and has accomplished more than I ever will in my entire life

• Anthony has literally said his only bad habit is that he’s too nice and kind like K I L L M E HES LITERALLY THE CUTEST THING


• “the ACTUAL REAL Klinghoffer would like to extend to you his opinion that you are a “buster ass”“ YAS BITCH WIPE THE FLOOR WITH THAT IMPOSTOR

• filmed the crowd filming him because why not be petty while you have hundreds of cameras being shoved in your face

• a walking meme that makes really dumb faces and it’s the cutest fucking thing

• who am I kidding I don’t actually hate any of this all of this is what I love about him

• I just don’t have anything I hate or even mildly dislike about him the guy is great

(Put something in my inbox and I’ll tell you what I hate about it)
Good morning.

A/N: This is just a short little imagine I wrote last night. Enjoy.  ♡

I open my eyes slowly, groaning in dissatisfaction as the sunlight peering through the blinds shines into my face. Lifting my head up a little, I look over to my bedside table noticing my alarm clock reads “08:26”. I drop my head back down onto my soft, fluffy white pillow. Sighing I go to turn over until I’m restricted by a pressure around my stomach. Coming to my senses I smile to myself knowing exactly what it is. Calvin’s arms. I slowly turn over in his arms so I’m facing him. I lay on my side, staring at his adorable sleeping state. His messy brown hair is sticking up in every single direction possible, but god it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. His pink, plump lips are slightly parted as his breath comes out in slow, soft puffs. My eyes travel down to his biceps and chest, noticing how the muscles slightly flex from the tight grip he has around me.

He stirs slowly. My eyes flick back up to his face, I notice his eyes opening incredibly slowly. He blinks a couple of times before his lips part into a wide smile. He exhales softly before he speaks up. “Mm, good morning” he says sleepily. My god, his morning voice was my new favourite sound. “Good morning sleepy” I say, smiling widely. He tightens his grip around me, pulling me closer by my waist. I rest my head on his bare chest. He kisses the top of my head, his lips lingering for a few moments before I feel his chin rest on top of my head. I smile, pecking his chest. I bask in his warmth, feeling so at peace. The feeling of his chest rising and falling combined with his soft snores lulls me into a deep sleep.

Fic: Nickname

Fandom: Supergirl

Pairing: Alex Danvers/Maggie Sawyer

Word Count: 1.3k words

Rating: G


“It shouldn’t have—it really shouldn’t have—but the nickname caught her off-guard, like the first droplet of rain before a storm.”

Maggie calls Alex by a nickname, and Alex remembers something.

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It happened when they were sitting together on Maggie’s couch, wearing pajamas and eating just-slightly-burnt popcorn while watching Shutter Island on Maggie’s small TV.

Maggie said it so casually, reaching toward the coffee table—

“Hey Al—want your beer?”

And it shouldn’t have—it really shouldn’t have—but the nickname caught her off-guard, like the first droplet of rain before a storm.

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lovelyethan  asked:

I know this is so cliché but tythan high school au is honestly the cutest thing ever and it's all I want in life whoopsie (also hello!!! I'm new!!! howdy ho how are ya)

Ahhhh this took forever. I hope its good. Wow its kinda angsty tho. Oh well *shrugs*
Disclaimer: I didn’t proof read

Tyler was waiting for Ethan, as always, by his locker after class. It never ceased to amaze him how he looked like Adonis just standing there. He kind of had that bad boy pose going on. With on foot against the lockers and his arms crossed, leaning back. It was hot as fuck. Ethan knew he wasn’t a bad boy though, in fact he was the sweetest boyfriend he could ask for.

“Hey babe.” Tyler said as Ethan got closer. Before he could respond, Tyler bent over and lightly pecked Ethan’s lips.

“H-hey.” Ethan stumbled over his words. They might’ve been dating for a few weeks now, but he still couldn’t believe it was real. Tyler, the hottest boy in school, was HIS boyfriend.

Tyler reached for Ethan’s books, offering to carry them for him. Ethan just smiled and handed them over, marveling at his arms in the process. He was just SO muscular.

They started towards Ethan’s next class, but Tyler was falling a bit behind. It wasn’t like him. Ethan wondered momentarily if something was up, but dismiss it as nothing. However, when they were parting ways Ty didn’t say anything. He just kissed his forehead and spun on his heel, off to his class.

Ethan knew it was silly, but all class he couldn’t stop worrying. His insecurities were getting the best of him. Tyler probably wanted to break up with him, of course he did. Ethan sucked. He wasn’t a good boyfriend. He never did cute things for him, or romantic gestures for his boyfriend. He worried until the bell rang.

Tyler was waiting outside of the door for him. He looked lost in thought. Ethan had worried so much, now that he was finally seeing him he thought he would cry. He was have a panic attack. Tyler looked up, as if just now noticing his boyfriend. Ethan looked upset. Why?

He cupped his smaller boyfriends cheek and kissed him, feeling tears fall down his face. He ended the kiss. “What’s wrong sweetie?”

“I-I suck, and you deserve better than me.” He started hiccupping from crying so hard. “and that’s what you’ve been thinking all day and im sure you want to break up with me so just do it.” Tyler reached up to wipe away some of his tears, but Ethan wasn’t done yet, “and im ugly and I have acne and im not popular like you and I fall over EVERYTHING.” It was true, he did.

Tyler pulled him into a big hug. Trying to comfort his boyfriend, shushing his sobs. “No I would never think those things. You’re beautiful and perfect the way you are. And…the reason I’ve been so distant today is because, I um- I have something to ask you.

Ethan looked up at his boyfriend. Wondering what it could be that made Tyler act the way he did.

“Will you go to Prom with me?” Tyler asked, blushing cutely and shit. Ethan slammed a fist playfully against Tyler’s chest, falling back into his embrace.

“Of course I will you big dummy.” Ethan mumbled into Tyler’s shirt. He felt stupid now, getting all worked up over nothing. Everything was back to normal. “So what color should our tuxes be?” Ethan asked, his mood completely changed, just like that.

Tyler chuckled a bit, “Definitely blue, it’ll match your hair.”

Girl Meets World Fanfiction 

Title: A Simple Lipgloss Stain Can Lead To Many Questions

Pairing: Rilaya

Rating: T

Riley couldn’t hide the smile on her face as she made her way into the college library, finding her best friend, Farkle, in their usual spot.

They always met up here on Friday evenings to study and test one another in any subjects they needed help with, since neither one of them was really that into the party scene.

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