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Date Night


“Do you want the window seat?” Harry offered as we shuffled down the train towards our spot.

“Holy shit.” I chortled. “You can so tell you’re an only child.”

What?” He screeched, slinging his bag into the overhead compartment.

“It’s an unwritten rule, Curls. You gotta take it in turns. If one gets the window seat there, the other gets the window seat the next time. Rule applies on trains and planes. Often also applies for the front seat of the car. Everyone knows this.”

“I didn’t know this.”

“Because you’re an only child.”

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burrorjefferson  asked:

jamilton superheroes au? KIDDING kidding can i please request jam + lycanthropy? take it any which way you want but if you include one or both of them figuring out how to live in a body that's not big enough anymore you'll be upgraded from Fave to Super Ultra Mega Fave Forever

I will do the superhero thing and we’ll both cry about it. Oh wait.

Werewolf AU!

– Sometimes they have to travel together for work. It’s not ideal, but it is functional. This involves books and lap desks and very long, pointed silences in the back of a carriage.

– They’re nearly to Philadelphia when the horses spook in the wood. The driver swore by his team but the beasts are shying under the yoke, and Alexander was writing when the car faltered and now he Has Opinions.

– Those opinions don’t matter very much when something eats the driver a minute later.

– Hamilton readies his pistol, draws his sword and gets out of the carriage. Jefferson’s telling him to drive, drive quickly dammit! But Hamilton doesn’t want to just leave the driver out here at the mercy of some animal. 

– “Hamilton that man is dead, he is extremely dead— no, fine, FINE, I will drive. Get back here, get back on the carriage! Hamilton I refuse to die today, like this, because of you. Are you even listening?”

– Some unlucky traveler finds them much later in the day: Thomas Jefferson and Alexander Hamilton, unconscious and bleeding on the road to Philadelphia. It causes a huge stir, but they recover very quickly. Too quickly. There’s time enough to finish their business in Philadelphia and return to New York before a month has passed.

– Eliza’s husband returns changed. Yesterday he crushed a pewter mug in his bare hand, and it took him minutes to even notice. She finds him sitting alone in a dark room, and the light of her candle catches like twin yellow moons in his eyes.

– Thomas Jefferson arrives on her doorstep looking for Hamilton, who isn’t home. He’s a mess, and won’t say what he wants. Eliza brings him inside, shoos the gaggle of children lurking in the doorway and looks him over. There’s something familiar about the feral slant of his expression. He won’t sit, only paces like an agitated hound.

– Hamilton comes home and before Eliza can even say “hello” he’s lunging at Jefferson, demanding to know why he’s in their home.

– Hey it turns out that when you have seven kids you develop a finely-tuned bullshit meter and nerves of steel. Eliza drags them apart.

– Oops its Jamliza now I don’t make the rules.

– Jefferson curls himself up in an armchair and asks Eliza to leave. She refuses, worried they’ll attack one another again, and stares them down when they protest. She gets coffee, and, with Alexander nodding along, Jefferson slowly explains: Since the attack he hasn’t felt right. The world is too loud, to smelly, too fragile. He’s not sure his body is his own. This morning he nearly luged at a rabbit outside his hotel. And the only other person who smells right and moves right is Hamilton. So he’s here.

– They come to something of a peace, and then promptly transform two days later on the full moon. There’s a very ugly scene, snapping teeth and scrabbling claws, before Eliza gets them locked in a guest room, and then they quiet down swiftly. She sends the kids to bed early, and pours herself like five glasses of wine.

– The good news is, when it’s over, they’re both way less keyed up. The bad news is, they’re DEFINITELY WEREWOLVES WHAT THE HELL.

– Jefferson wants to go home to Virginia. The strange new part of his brain that he now recognizes as the wolf, though, doesn’t want to be that far away from Hamilton (some weird blend of distrust and longing that he doesn’t want to examine). He fights with the wolf so much, every day, so for now it can win the battle about Virginia while he figures out how to control it everywhere else. (It turns out that picking his battles IS the way to control it. He won’t walk on all fours or growl when he’s angry, but he will pull the fur rug onto his bed and sleep curled in its folds, and brush his palms on walls to leave a trace of his smell. If he mollifies the wolf in some ways, it’s less finicky in others.)

– He talks to Eliza. Like a lot. About the sick feeling that his hands and teeth are all wrong; about that night in the guest room, living behind a rudimentary intelligence and still feeling wrong even then.

– Alex is happiest any more when he’s with Thomas and Eliza both. He likes to sit between them and work while they talk.

– Eliza is fascinated despite herself. She always loved scary stories, would beg for them on Christmas while Angelica and Peggy wrinkled their noses. A secret part of her feels like the hero in some fairy tale, acquainted with the bump in the night. And of course now that she’s identified the boys’ problem, she’s the picture of practicality in living around it. She cooks Alex’s meat rarer, and tracks the moon and ignores them when they get on their bullshit. She makes Alexander figure out what to say to the kids because she refuses to do all the work.

– They buy a place outside the city with a lock on the door for full moons.

– I could keep going but this is getting too long. 

– Anyway, the adventures of Eliza, her werewolf husband, and their werewolf boyfriend.


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I love how Jack’s like “I must teach you the ways of Canada” in this extra, but what I love more is Bitty’s hair

I know that hair. That’s my hair. Normally his hair looks much more controlled than mine ever does but I know that hat thing. I recognised it instantly. So here’s some info about Bitty in beanies based on my experience

  1. Those little sticky-out bits? They’re the best part about wearing hats because you can put them on when your hair’s a mess and all that’s left are these cute lil curls sticking in various directions and implying that the hair underneath is all just nice pale-face-and-red-lipstick vintage curls instead of a Literal Disaster
  2. BUT
  3. Going inside is to be avoided at all costs. You have to take your hat off when you go inside. So at this stage I’d like to introduce you to Nineteen Thirties Hat Hair. The cute curls sticking out? Those are the only parts that won’t be flat against his head. He’ll look like an idiot. Jack will find it hilarious
  4. Now, in theory the fix for hat hair is to ruffle your hair a bit, and Bitty’s hair (unlike mine) might be able to put up with such treatment. But if there’s one universal rule about curls its that you do not touch them. You can’t make curls neater. You shower in the morning, put whatever product you use in, and then hope it stays nice for the rest of the day because every touch, light breeze, sudden movement will only speed the transition from curly to fluffy. The shorter your hair, the more this is true
  5. And the entire point of this post is for you to consider the two possible outcomes for a truly curly-haired Bitty wearing a hat:

The 1930s hat hair:

Very flat, then suddenly wild. A lot less pretty in real life.

Or, the mad scientist look:

And now I desperately want to see Bitty with either of these hairstyles

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Blueberries Chapter 2

Thank you for the sweet reviews, here is chapter 2. Chapter 3 is almost done.

NIck and Jessica pulled into the parking lot of Mr. Smith’s old town grocer. It had a rustic feel as bunnies made their way in and out of the department store. You could occasionally see a predator here and there, but it was mainly just bunnies. Nick got out of the car as Jessica followed.

“Is there something in those blueberries? You’ve been smiling the whole way here” she grimaced, she walked right next to his side, close enough to bump shoulders with him. Nick could care less, yes he had been smiling the whole way here, he had one image on his mind. Judy

“I just love blueberries” he shrugged

“So we couldn’t stop for lunch but you get to make a pit-stop for some stupid bunny fruit” she snapped

“I’m the boss, my rules”

Jessica curled her long white tail on his back, Nick flinched a little and gave himself some distance from her. She noticed his reaction and smiled a little as she trailed a little bit further behind him. They entered the grocery store as Nick lifted his shades to the top of his head. A tiny sheep stood next to the shopping carts, greeting animals as they entered. The sheep spotted the two officers and scurried quickly in front of them.

“Oh you’re here, Mr. Smith is waiting for you, this way please” Nick and Jessica followed the tiny sheep to a back office where Mr. Smith was looking over paper work. Mr. Smith was an older rabbit, his glasses too large for his face and he was dressed in a blue sweater vest with white slacks.

“Mr. Smith, the police are here” the sheep whispered

The bunny turned, setting eyes on the two fox officers, Nick stepped forward.

“Officer Wilde ZPD, and this is my partner Officer Stream, we are here to help you with your stolen goods sir”

The old bunny hopped down from his plastic folded chair, “You are thee Officer Wilde? What an honor” he began shaking Nick’s hand in a rapid motion.

“Yes sir” His hands are sweaty

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t realize that the famous Officer Wilde was…uh…a fox, I mean you would think I would know since your always on the news, I’m just getting old” Mr. Smith sniffed, fixing his large glasses. Jessica growled behind Nick, Nick shot her a look and she knew that look, keep her mouth shut.

“What can I help you with today sir?” said Nick

“Ah yes right, the past month a huge amount of my inventory has been stolen, and there is no trace of anyone stealing my shipment because no one is even caught on the security cameras” he whispered

“What is missing?” said Jessica

“They are rare flowers, I have recently just heard about them, apparently it keeps bugs off the produce and it’s selling rapidly in other parts of the county. So I decided it would be good with sales, shoot I can’t even pronounce the name, it’s a long one” he started to fidget with his paws.

“So are they missing when they arrive?”

“No, they arrive every Monday morning, the truck drops them off and you can even see them being dropped off in the security cameras, and then the next morning they are all gone, I even hired a local security guard to stand watch and they still slip under his nose”.

Nick and Jessica shared a look, how odd

“I would like to see your tapes please and we will take them back to the station and analyze them, we will contact you tomorrow, sound good?” said Nick

“Yes of course, thank you sir”

“I’m going to call for some backup to watch over your next shipment as well, maybe someone bigger?”

“That would be great sir, thank you so much, Mrs. Wool will give you the tapes”

The little sheep from the front entranced re-appeared, “follow me please” she whispered.

Nick glanced over at Jessica, gesturing for her to follow the sheep, Jessica rolled her eyes and sighed as she followed the sheep out. The only reason Nick wanted to be alone was that he noticed something in Mr. Smith’s office. The bunny sat back in his chair, carefully reading his paperwork. Nick had caught a glance of a crate full of carrots, which said Hopps Family Farm.

“Mr. Smith” said Nick

The bunny looked up at him, “Yes?”

“Do you know a Judy Hopps?” Nick’s heart skipped a beat as he said her name.

“Why yes, Stu and Bonnies daughter, beautiful girl, why you ask?”

“I ran into her earlier and she forgot something that I need to return to her, do you know where I can find her?”

“Well I know she lives at home still, but she works part time at Gideon Grey’s bakery I hear, it’s in Carrot Square” said Mr. Smith


“Thank you sir, I will look over the tapes and get back to you” Nick started walking out

“Yes and tell Ms. Hopps if you end up finding her that I hope she is doing better”, Mr. Smith turned back to his work.

Nick stopped in his tracks, doing better? What does that mean?

His thought came to a halt as Jessica waved him over, the tapes in her hand. They walked out as Nick put his shades back on. Jessica nudged Nick in the arm, “So how about that lunch now?” before Nick could answer another cop car pulled up. Another one of their fellow officers, Officer Higgins, a big polar bear with a lot of attitude and a very huge crush on Jessica.

“This is exactly what I need” Nick thought

“Hey Wilde”, he paused and lifted his shades to look at the artic fox, “Jessica” he winked at her. Jessica glared at him, Nick couldn’t help but smile at the tension.

“Hey Higgins, what brings you here?”

“Just pulled over a van full of teenage bunnies for speeding, you know…the usual” he scoffed with pride.

Nick needed to slip away

“Hey buddy, do you mind giving Jessica a ride back to the station? I have something I need to take care of in town” said Nick as he pulled out his phone, starting to look for the address he needed.

Jessica shot him a death glare, “What!? What do you need to do!”, but before she could protest any further, Officer Higgins had his arm around her, “No problem Wilde” he flashed his white teeth at her.

Nick walked quickly to his patrol car, “Thanks Buddy!” he yelled, he could feel the daggers that Jessica was giving him behind his back. But honestly he couldn’t care less, he punched in Gideon Greys Bakery into his GPS and took off leaving dust trailing behind him.

Carrot square puked of everything rabbit, all the building were carrot shaped for miles, until he arrived at his destination, a small pink store called Gideon’s Greys Bakery. Nick parked his car, his heart pounding in his chest.

PLEASE let her be here

He opened the front door, a little bell went off. The inside looked brand new, he could smell the fresh paint, the bar and stools shined a bright red, complementing the white and black tiled floor. He looked over the counter to see a bigger…fatter fox. He just loaded a new tray of pies into an oven, wiping his paws on his apron.

Nick felt a tinge of jealousy, did she work with this fox? Were they close? Nick coughed to get the foxes attention. The baker turned, his eyes widened to see a police officer in the store.

“Officer, how may I help you?” he stuttered a little in his speech, a thick country accent rolling of his tongue. Nick perched his shades on the end of his nose, so he could look more intimidating.

“I’m looking for a Judy Hopps, is she here?”

The fox’s eyes widened in surprise, “Has she done something wrong? Because I can tell you right now she is the most nicest person ever sir and ..”

Nick cut him off, “She is not in trouble, I just need to speak with her for a moment” Shut up you fat fox and tell me what I need to know.

“Yeah, she is in the back” said the fox


“Hey Judy, someone is here to see you” the fox yelled

Nick’s heart raced as his ears picked up the sound of tiny feet walking towards him. She emerged from the back double doors wearing the same outfit he had seen her in this morning. Instead of the sunhat, she wore a white apron. She didn’t look up; she was cleaning her hands off with a cloth. His heart was in his throat again, waiting to make contact with those beautiful purple eyes. She looked up and her eyes met his.

It’s her, it will always be her.

She dropped the cloth she was holding, she broke out in a huge smile, putting her hands on her hips.

“Well” she laughed, “I’ll be dammed”.

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Shinji, Asuka, Kaworu, Rei, Toji, Mari, and Kensuke. All together, somehow, all round up into a circle… somehow.  Mari hopped up, looking them all over with a vexing shimmer within her eyes, and carefully set an empty coke bottle on a tray in the center of them. An odd quiet fell over the equally odd group.  They all examined Mari, waiting as she adjusted her glasses and cleared her throat several times.

“Spin the bottle,” She stated, raising a brow as she glanced giddily at her attentive, curious audience, “Anyone ever play before?”

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