#youleaptwhileistayed

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A (for Bel :3)

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed (unfortunately ;D)

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Bel and Freddie have a tradition of late night fish and chips, being curled up on the sofa and watching the news on telly/listening on the radio (at whatever hour of the morning), before having a drink and falling asleep huddled together (uncomfortably but they don't care) on the small sofa with smiles on their lips.

Also accepted, holy fuck. Freddie likes how Bel’s hair smells, and he’ll pretend that nuzzling the top of her head is completely by accident and totally unconscious. Sometimes he finds lipstick stains on the lapels of his suits, but he secretly likes them even if they’re a pain to get out. It means a lot to him that she’s comfortable enough around him to have that much contact.

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[Headcanon] Freddie could see the devastation in Bel's eyes when he introduced Camille - recognising it so easily, as he'd had the same look upon seeing Bel & Hector. And he never wanted to see it again.

Ohhhhh my god, completely 100% accepted. He hated himself just a little in that moment, because he knew Camille would never be right for him. And he knew that she couldn’t keep up with him like Bel could, and that she’d never be satisfied with his whirlwind passion and fiery temper and zeal. Bel understood him completely, always had--and on some level, I think he was getting back at her for what he thought was betrayal with the very man who’d taken the job Freddie thought was his. I think that’s when he started to realize that he couldn’t be pinned down by the perfect picket fence of married life, and really recognize that he was missing out on the biggest gift in his life.

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He read his obituary with confusion. (For Freddie)

It takes a moment for him to absorb that he’s reading about himself in someone else’s paper. Freddie starts a little--he thought Frederick Lyon sounded familiar--and immediately looked up around him to see if anyone else had noticed.

The offices of the Hour bustle along as usual, phones ringing distantly to the click of high heels, murmurs filling the spaces between. He glances back down, bring the paper closer to his face; it didn’t add up.

“Bel!” he calls, knowing she’s just in the other room. “Bel, am I dead?”

She walks in from the break room, all lovely eyes and long legs and gorgeous hair. Freddie doesn’t pay the least bit of attention to her until she’s behind him, reading over his shoulder.

“Is there something you were meaning to tell me?” she asks, and they look at each other in unison. Freddie shrugs, baffled, and runs a hand through his hair.

“Maybe it’s a misprint.”

“I don’t bloody well think it’s a misprint, Freddie. It’s--”

“What? An intimidation tactic? A warning? Blackmail? They don’t really believe that’s going to stop me from investigating this case, do they?”

Bel is silent for a moment, and Freddie makes an exasperated sound. “Not you too, Moneypenny.”

“Freddie, maybe--maybe they have a point,” she suggests quietly, squeezing his shoulder. He doesn’t slump.

“I won’t stop, Bel,” he tells her quietly, finally. “But. I understand if you want to.”

“Not on your life, Frederick Lyon,” she tells him, and he can’t help but smile. “Not on your life.”