just ugh i am genuinely upset that you would say something like this

epiphany | jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook + Reader 

Genre: Fluff + college au 

Word Count: 3.6k 

Part: | 1 | 2 |  

Summary: You hated his guts, especially after he ruined your chance at getting a good grade in one of your toughest classes. But why did your heart beat a little faster every time you saw him? And why did he feel the same way?

Reader’s POV

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to give you a failing grade, Y/N…” Mr.Ransford frowned,“ You should’ve saved your work somewhere separately you know?”

You gaped at him in complete shock, as everything came crashing down on you.

“B-but you don’t understand! It wasn’t my fault-” you stammered, your hands flailing around in a frenzy as you attempted to explain your dire situation to your psychology professor.

“Y/N, I’m sorry I’m afraid we can’t discuss this right now, I have a class in 2 minutes. We’ll talk later, hm?” he said as you sighed, your shoulders slumping in utter defeat.

He patted your shoulders in sympathy as you walked out of the door, tears welling up in your eyes as you thought of all your hard work that was now flushed down the drain. All because of one boy.

That damn Jeon Jungkook.


“YAH!” you yelled, raging, as you approached the boys, a deadly glare in your eyes as you grabbed Jungkook by the collar of his tshirt. Pulling him up from the bleachers where him and the rest of his friends were sitting, all of them gasped, mouths going agape as they witnessed their golden maknae get manhandled by you.

“Y/N~What a pleasure,” Jungkook said, giving you a lazy smirk.

Your blood boiled at the audacity the boy had, to address you in such a way, after he had destroyed your chance at a good grade- heck a good year of college. Without thinking first, you lifted your hand and slapped him across the face, the contact shooting vibrations of pain down your arm as the noise echoed in the air. Immediate silence followed, everyone looking at the two of you with rounded eyes as Jungkook himself, was in shock.

You stood there, your chest rising up and down, breathing heavy as you glowered at him. His hands flew to his cheek as he let out a stream of curse words, his gaze landing on yours, fire kindling in his eyes as he reddened in embarrassment.

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anonymous asked:

Could you do a drabble where reader is traveling with the bros and one night at camp they murmur Prompto's name in their sleep? Prompto thinks it's super adorable and is probably really flustered talking with reader afterwards, even though they don't know. The bros tease him mercilessly about how awkward he is behind reader's back. Eventually the truth comes out about what happened and reader is super embarrassed, but Prompto reassures them that he’s flattered and thought it was really sweet.

This is such a cute idea AHHHHH. I’ve been thinking about it since I received it, trying to make this as cute as possible. Hopefully I did good and you enjoyed it. <3

Sorry it’s a little shorter than expected. I’ve got a killer headache and just wanted to get this out to y’all as soon as possible.

Tagging my fav Prompto lover @rubyphilomela​ <3

A Late Night


The sound of your quiet voice was just loud enough to awaken Prompto from his heavy slumber.

“Hm?” Prompto grumbled at the sound of his name. 

Was it time to get up already?! Ugh… five more minutes…. at least!

He pushed himself off his stomach to find the source of your voice. It was still nearly pitch dark within the tent. 

“Why do we gotta wake up this early? Ughhh,” his thoughts complained with a loud echo inside his head. 

His eyes scanned the tent until he found your body still curled up in your sleeping bag a few feet away beside him. “Y/N?” Prompto gurgled a tired response as he rubbed his eyes with his fists, sitting up completely. His deep blue eyes began to flutter open. 

“Prompto,” your voice called to him again in a gentle murmur. 

Prompto stared at you in silence. You were asleep. Instantly, Prompto’s freckled cheeks began to warm with a pink blush. “Y/N?” Prompto forced a whisper from his lips. “Are you awake?” 

No response. 

Butterflies flew endless circles within Prompto’s gut. 

Why were you calling his name?!

He was fully awake now, his eyes scanning you as you slept. You looked so precious… peaceful… 

Prompto glanced over his shoulder to find Ignis on his other side, sleeping soundly on his back. On the Royal Advisor’s right side , laid Gladio leaning to his side exhaling a deep snore every several seconds. Of course, Noctis laid sprawled out across the tent’s entrance with drool dripping down the side of his chin. 

Prompto puffed out his cheeks with a deep inhale. He held his breath in as he searched his mind on what he should do in response to your calls.

Should I wake them up? 

No, I can’t do that. They look so comfortable. 

He then exhaled the air that took refuge in his cheeks along with several of the butterflies that were hidden in his stomach. He felt his muscles relieve themselves as tension exited his body.

Okay you can do this,” his thoughts assured. 

With his face still as pink as a flamingo, he scooted his body closer to yours. Careful not to make a single sound, he lowered himself back onto the tent floor. Gingerly, he wrapped his lean and muscular arms around your torso.

He braced himself for you to stir in your sleep, but you merely only cuddled closer with a light smile gracing your lips.

“Hey Prompto, can you pass me your camera?” You asked pleasantly as you spotted a caterpillar slowly worming its way across a leaf. “I know you hate bugs, but this would make an awesome picture!” 

You kept your eyes locked on the critter as you awaited for a response from the bubbly blonde but received none. “Prompto?” You repeated, swinging your head in the direction of your four traveling companions. 

You watched as Gladio chuckled lowly, eyeing you and then Prompto. Noctis elbowed Prompto in the ribs all while the blonde’s pale cheeks got increasingly red. Ignis seemed to ignore the others teasing toward Prompto and busied himself with his smartphone. 

“Everything okay over there?” You called out to the group of guys. 

“Oh everything is just fine,” Noctis called back, wiggling his eyebrows toward you, then pushing Prompto forward in your direction. Prompto’s eyes widened as he was forced toward you. 

“Go talk to her!” Gladio didn’t bother to lower his volume. 

Wincing at the King Shield’s words, Prompto reluctantly walked forward. You cocked your eyebrow upward feeling genuinely concerned at what was causing him to be so suddenly distant from you ever since you left the campsite that morning.  

Step by step he got closer to you. 

“You okay?” You questioned with a low volume as he was only a single foot away from you. 

“Uh, yeah, everything is fine. You wanted my camera right?” He stuttered, his eyes looking at everything but you.

“Never mind about the camera, Prom. I’m worried. Did I say something to upset you yesterday or something?” 

No response. 

“Do I have something in my teeth?” You forced a laugh in attempt to bring a smile to Prompto’s face, but his lips didn’t even quiver. Your stomach suddenly went sour. What did you do to have him shaken up so badly?

 “Prompto… you can talk to me. You won’t hurt my feelings,” you assured him.

Clearing his throat, Prompto soon began to speak. “Listen… uh…” he began with trembling words. “Last night, w-when we were all asleep…” His eyes searched the ground. “Uh… well, you see,” he shifted uneasily. 

You watched him with eyes full of concern.

“You kinda… were calling out to me while you were asleep,” he let spill. “Like… you uh… you were saying my name in your sleep.”

As soon as you were able to process his words, you felt as if all color flushed from your face. “Oh! I…” You began to stutter just as bad as Prompto. “I am… I’m sorry Prompto. I swear, I had no idea!”

“No it’s okay,” he assured, taking a quick glance at you before shooting his eyes back to his boots. “I um- actually thought it was kinda cute,” he whispered. 

“A-are you serious?” You questioned breathlessly. 

“Heh, yeah,” Prompto nodded, sheepishly. “I feel strangely honored that you called my name.” His face continued to get impossibly more and more red. 

Did you guys kiss yet!?” Nocits’s voice sounded from behind Prompto.

“Dude! Shut up!” Prompto turned over his shoulder to scold his friend. 

A shy giggle left your lips as you tried to stifle your desire to smile. Of course, you were unsuccessful. 

“I’m sorry… about that. They’ve been teasing me none stop since they found us this morning.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Found us?” 

Oh crap. I probably shouldn’t have said that,” Prompto muttered so his words barely audible.  “I uh, well…” he collected his thoughts. “When I heard you calling my name, I kinda scooted closer to you and kinda.. uh cuddled with you,” he admitted with one quick breath.

Your mind screamed with emotions you were unable to decipher.


No that’s wasn’t all…

“Prom… I-I,” you sputtered. 

Oh screw it, your mind screamed. You lunged yourself into Prompto’s arms and pressed your lips against his. 

“Woooo!” Gladio and Noctis howled in unison from behind.

Prompto was taken aback by your sudden act of affection, but soon melted as he wrapped his arms securely around your waist.

“Wow,” Prompto breathed as your lips parted after moments of being practically glued together. 

“Heh,” you chuckled, your heart pounding within your rib cage. “Wow is right.”

Prejudiced, pt.6

Pt. I || Pt. V

Recap: After being caught drunk, talking too loud near the kitchens at night by McGonagall, you and Sirius have to face detention by re-ordering the restricted section all by yourselves. One book in particular has caught your attention…

Word count: 1,5k

Originally posted by mysteriousladyl

You’d been working in the back of the library for hours now. Because a long week of exams had just ended, and it was a Saturday, you two were the only people in the library, except for the librarian who was nowhere nearby. 

You glanced past the windows apprehensively, noticing it was nearly sundown. You had to find a way to get Sirius out of there, if only for a minute. 

“Ugh, I’m starving,” you moaned, getting back to work. “They’re probably already starting to eat in the hall.”

Sirius didn’t reply, but he did give you a look as he lifted a pile of books to reorder them. 

“What?” you asked him, uneasy.

“If you have something to say, no need to take the long way to get to the point,” he noted, starting to stack the volumes back on a shelf. 

You flushed at his words, slightly embarrassed he’d seen right through you so easily. You bit your lip, before trying something for real.

“Perhaps one of us ought to go grab something to snack on, otherwise we’ll be skipping dinner entirely,” you suggested.

He huffed, amused.

“I don’t remember you being one to shy away from taking advantage of the kitchen in the middle of the night,” he teased.

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Plus Sized - Nick Robinson

“Can you do a Nick imagine where the reader is plus size and she is very insecure about, to the point where she doesn’t even want him to hold her at night”

Whitened knuckles gripped tightly at the sink as I stared at my own tired reflection. My eyes were bloodshot red and face was flushed pink from my previous crying spree, why was I like this?

I let go of the sink, hands going down to pinch the skin on my soft thighs. I glared down at the pair, why can’t they be smaller?

There was no doubt I was insecure about the way I looked, I had seen the models and stick thin women Nick had worked with, their looks being not so similar to my own. Letting go of my thick thighs I forced myself to look in the mirror, the vicious thoughts and opinions already running wild around my brain.

People often told me that I was fine the way I was and that I should be happy with myself. I wanted so hard to believe that was true and finally be able to smile at my own reflection; yet here i was, angrily hating on myself for the extra weight I carried. Plus size, a phrase that was loosely thrown around when the tabloids talked about Nicks Girlfriend, me. Did it really matter?

How could Nick love me when i didn’t even love myself?

Shaking my head I brushed out my creased bed top and switched off the light before exiting the small bathroom. My feet padded softly on the wooden floor of my apartment as I traveled down the hall, heavy thoughts in my head.

My stomachs churned nervously as I reached the door of our bedroom, I felt sick at the thought of another night of Nick trying to be close to me again.

It sounds silly doesn’t it? You don’t want your boyfriend near you? Stupid! Only that wasn’t it. I was afraid, I always had been. I hated when Nick tried to hold Me, how would he react to the feeling of my squishy body as he tried to hold me close? Exactly. I hated being insecure enough to not want my own boyfriend to touch me in fear of him being disgusted. It Sucks.

I opened the door softly, entering the dimly lit room. I immediately spotted the boy in question inside the large bed, chest bare and dark hair messy as he peered at the small screen in his large hands.

I crawled in next to him, careful not to get too close before laying down and pulling the covers up to my chest, facing Nick.

He put down his phone and lay down too, turning the lights off before doing so. He gripped my hand in his own and began to play with my fingers, I pulled them away and laughed nervously before turning over and shutting my eyes. Please just go to sleep.

I felt him move closer, my heart hammering in my chest as he did so, insecurity being at its highest as he laced an arm around my waist and snuggled into me. I should enjoy it, I want to enjoy it! I just- ugh!

I shifted my body away slightly and squeezed my eyes tightly shut praying for this awful feeling to disappear. The lamp on the bedside table switched on and Nick sat up abruptly.

“Y/N” his voice was concerned, but I kept my eyes shut, willing myself to sleep.

“Y/N please” his hands gripped my shoulders and turned me towards him,his handsome face illuminated by the lamp glow ; eyes glistening with worry.

“Have I done something wrong?” He sounded hurt, the tone breaking my heart in half as he stared at me. I couldn’t let him think it was him.

“It’s nothing Nick honest-” I tried

“Nothing? Every time I come close to you, you move away like I’ve got some kind of disease! What’s going on y/n!?” The volume increased as he used his hands to show the distance between us in the bed.

“It’s stupid honestly, let’s just go to sleep” I didn’t want him to think I was pathetic, he didn’t need to know the dangerous dark thoughts that were trapped in my mind.

“No. You’re going to tell me what’s wrong” he gripped my chin in his long fingers, my bare face now being level with his own as he searched my eyes for any sign of explanation.

“It’s not you” my voice was weak as I started, a large knot forming in my stomach. “I hate being like this, i’m so sorry” my eyes stung with tears but I wouldn’t cry.

“Y/N what are you talking about?” He was now sat in front of me, his long figure slouched but still looking better than ever. I tugged nervously at my own shirt, scared it was clinging to all the wrong places.

“It’s not you okay? I don’t like you touching me because of the way my body is. I don’t want you to be disgusted or put off” I avoided his eyes, wincing as he took in a sharp breath.

“The way your body is? What the hell is that supposed to mean!?” He seemed angry, and I was really clueless as to why.

“I’m not as skinny as other girls you dated and I just- I’m plus sized. I don’t like the feel of my body or the way I look okay? I don’t want you feeling all of my chub and rolls and stuff I just-” I was cut off when Nick put his large hand over my mouth. My eyes widened at the action, words no longer flowing out of my mouth.

“Shut up” sorry, what? “I hate hearing you talk about yourself like this. Rolls?Chub? Seriously y/n” he moved his hand and gripped both of mine in his own, I stayed silent once again.

“You have none of those things, and even if you did, it would not matter one bit. I love YOU and your body does not affect my decision on that what so ever. You’re absolutely beautiful and I wouldn’t want you any other way” a smile tugged at my lips but I still felt a slight nagging in the pit of my belly.

“But-” I was cut off once again.

“And I would NEVER be disgusted by you. It hurts me that you think I would even care about the stupidest thing like weight or the way you feel when I touch you. I love the way you look and how you feel, you give the best cuddles and I want more of them, so stop hating on your beautiful self. Size is not important!” He pinched my pink cheek slightly and gave me a full blown smile. His eyes looked tired but they still shone with happiness as he glanced at me.

I nodded, my chest feeling warm as he smiled down at me. He made me feel more beautiful than anyone had in a while.

“I love you” the words slipped out of my mouth followed by a genuine smile, his own smile widening as I tugged him back into the bed.

This time when his arms encircled me and pulled me into him, I didn’t move away. It felt different and although I still drowned in worry about how he felt about it I ignored the nagging feeling and leant into him. I could finally begin the journey to loving myself with the help of my brilliant boyfriend.


Okay so, I loved this request very much and it hit home for me. I myself am not the skinniest person and I feel as though this imagine included a lot of my own thoughts and feelings about it. I wanted to add a note on this end of this imagine to say that this imagine is not intended to offend or upset anyone.
The views are something I wrote from what I know and I also know that some people do not share the same views about being plus sized or about other sizes of bodies.
I do not at all have anything against those people who are skinny or not plus sized, everyone is different and I know everyone can finds it equally as hard to love themselves or be happy with their body, no matter what they look like.
That leads on to my next point, every one of you is absolutely beautiful, regardless of size. Size is something that does not matter and I wanted to make a point of that. It’s such a hard thing to love your body and be happy in your own skin and I know a lot of people are fighting their own battles with this issue, I’ve been there too. No one in this world is the same and I think it is so important to concentrate and love yourself before you care too much about what other people look like.
You’re a bit heavier than that girl over there? Cool! That girl over there carries a little bit more weight than you? That’s cool too! Everyone is great in their own way and size and Weight does not affect that at all.
Be happy with who you are because you only get to live this life once and do you really want to waste it being unhappy and living up to stupid people’s opinions and expectations?

Lastly, if anyone has any questions or thoughts, my box is ALWAYS open. If you’re ever feeling shitty or needing someone to talk to,I am always here and happy to talk. Or even if you just want to chat and make a friend, I’m down for that too! Love you all v v much, I hope you enjoy this imagine:)

He’s Got You High

For @a-simple-rainbow. ♥♥♥

She wanted something based on this post: Kurt sends an email to his TA while high on pain meds after a wisdom teeth extraction.

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Blaine is in the middle of his theatre history class when his phone signals a new email in his inbox. Discreetly hiding the phone from his instructor’s view by keeping his hands behind a stack of textbooks on his desk, he goes to his email folder and checks the sender.

It reads, Kurt Hummel.

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annahakuouki  asked:

Maybe you've already received a request to do this, or maybe your not interested in doing it, but could we have an epilogue to the "Saitou breaks Chizuru's Heart Unintentionally" Text AU Series where Saitou comforts Chizuru/ tells her the truth :3

Thank you for sending the request! I’m currently on Saitō’s   route in Kyoto Winds (and enjoying the extra scenes and the new dialogue and ignoring some of the stranger attempts at “modern” English), so a little happy Saitō -Chizuru is in order.

The infamous Saitou breaks Chizuru’s heart text is HERE for handy reference.

Cause Making Out Up is Hard to Do

Dear Yukimura, I hope you will give me a chance to talk to you and explain certain matters.

Maybe not exactly explain but I have reconsidered and I was mistaken not to acknowledge your very kind gesture. [Note: Chizuru might find it strange that it took him all of 4 minutes to “reconsider” after sending such an awful text, but she is a girl in love or at least in very strong like] 

I apologize deeply for my harsh words and I want to tell you in person that they do not reflect how I really feel about you think of you   view things. [Note: Ugh, Saitō, come on!]  Please allow me to speak with you. [Note:  Better.  Begging always helps in these situations.]

Saitō Hajime

[Several seconds pass; Saitō looks furtively around for Harada-sensei, but the tall, red-haired teacher seems to have left. Saitou remains wary and makes his way toward Chizuru’s most likely location.]

Yukimura, I am just around the corner from you. I am sorry that I upset you. Please allow me to speak with you.

[Note: Okay, sounds slightly stalkerish but points for showing true desire to make amends.]

Saitō isn’t sure how it’s possible, but his phone gives a slightly watery or perhaps tearful *beep*.  He reads the screen in some haste.

Saitō-senpai, thank you for your messages. I would have answered sooner but I was so surprised to hear from you that I dropped my phone and it slid under something and it was difficult to get it back because my fingers were wet [with the tears of her despair you monster!].

Knowing Chizuru better than she realizes, Saitō waits a moment and then receives a second, briefer text:

I’m sorry, Saitō-senpai! I mean yes, of course.

Saitō swallowed a moderately-sized lump of anxiety (he had no idea what to say to a girl whom he liked and who had–more or less–confessed her feelings to him right before he made her cry).  Suddenly, being smacked on the head by Harada-sensei seemed like a reasonable alternative.  Nevertheless, grimly determined to bear the consequences of his actions, he peered around the corner, self-consciously straightened his jacket sleeves, and then walked over to sit in front of Chizuru.  The tiniest noise from the direction of a nearby classroom made him glance over quickly to see a large hand–most likely attached to the long arm of a certain red-haired teacher–waving a thumbs-up sign in the air.  He started to sweat.

“I’m fine, Saitō-senpai,” Chizuru told him earnestly, not meeting his eyes (which was just as well since Saitou was still registering the unwelcome presence of the encouraging hand).

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anonymous asked:

can you talk a little about how emotions are as an istj? and crushes?

This is very general so please send a follow-up if you have specific questions, but:

I tend to not be very emotionally demonstrative. I have emotions, but I value controlling them pretty tightly, with varying degrees of success. As a teenager I think I suppressed the whole emotional rollercoaster thing a lot because of this inherent tendency to hide emotions, which meant that when my Fi started to really develop in college I had a rough time of it. Now, I think I’m pretty emotionally healthy with regards to feeling my feelings and acknowledging them, but I still overwhelmingly prefer to experience them in private.

I mentioned this in response to the question a few days ago about someone’s ESTJ friend crying at movies, but I also cry at movies and TV far more than I do at life because movies and TV are there to elicit emotion, whereas life requires action. At this point, I know that what makes me feel better is usually fixing the problem that’s causing me to feel upset. I think this is why ISTJs have such a reputation for ice water in their veins - because in a crisis we will shut off the emotional panic button, so to speak, to devote all of our time to fixing the problem. In college I ran for president of a club I belonged to and someone asked the other candidate how they’d respond to a crisis, and they said “I’d get it done and then break down in private”, and I said “same.”

Even if it is something that I can’t fix (death or sickness) I do tend to go into a similar mode, and I think this is because of Si habit, Te competence, and Fi identity. I’m the oldest child which might also play a factor; my brother got very sick when he was quite young and I was a teenager and when my parents were with him I was the de facto adult in the house. I couldn’t do anything to solve his problem but I could make dinner and answer the phone and appear to be in control for my sisters. This has backfired in adulthood a few times in that in my natural tendency to want to seem like the person who can keep the lights on when everything’s going to hell, I’ve come off as not caring about something.

I’m also not super demonstrative about good emotions. I’m just…not. When I got my job a few months ago I went out to celebrate, and I was really happy, but everyone kept saying “aren’t you excited?” and I was, but what am I going to do? Jump up and down? Use multiple exclamation points in a text?

I’m fully aware that I do come off the way I do, but being a bubbly, very emotionally open person would be fake, coming from me. It’s kind of ironic because I do see open displays of emotion from others as very genuine and moving. Because it’s on my mind, Jimmy Kimmel’s speech about his son’s heart surgery is a good example - he’s in tears for much of it, and as someone who usually finds Kimmel pretty annoying I thought it was honest and affecting. This kind of feeds back actually into my whole idea of emotion, namely that on the rare occasions when I have gotten emotional, people who knew me well (and are aware that I really don’t ever cry in public and am generally very even-keeled) have known that this is clearly incredibly important.

To be clear: I know people who are very emotionally open and demonstrative and I don’t think they’re fake. I think we’re just very different people who display our feelings differently.

As for crushes, I tend not to have fleeting crushes - they tend to be kind of a slow burn, which really sucks because people think of crushes as fun and flirty and I’m like “ugh why do I still like this person I know it’s going nowhere”. I also tend not to crush on strangers/acquaintances too much because I don’t know what to expect - I’ll think they’re attractive but I don’t really crush on them. I don’t know if this is ISTJ behavior or just me though.

“Slytherins...”  ~  Draco x reader

“Can I have an imagine where the reader is snapes daughter and she’s obviously in slytherin and when draco sees her he falls for her but so does harry and in the end of the bickering she hated harry so she picks draco and she likes draco too? Ps a lot of fluff!! Sry If it’s really specific and long” ~Anon

Hi! Thank you so much for the request! I apologize for taking an eternity. And don’t apologize for a long, specific request! Those are my favorites!😊 I absolutely loved writing this! I hope you like it!😘💕


The Potions classroom: dark and quiet (except for the bubbling and clinking noises coming from Snape’s office). That’s where y/n sat, all to her lonesome self. It was enjoyable to her, though. She liked her evenings there. Getting to spend some quality time with her father was something to look forward to, even if he acted like a complete jerk during class. She knew it was just for show.

Snape stepped out of his office. “I didn’t hear you come in.” he said, making his way toward her. Placing his hand on her shoulder, he smiled.

It was weird to see him with a split personality. Before starting at Hogwarts, y/n had never seen him so cold and distant.

“I didn’t want to disturb your work.” She replied. “I know how much it pains you to be interrupted.”

Snape chuckled. “By someone else, maybe.” He took a seat beside her. “So,” he continued, “why aren’t you working on that Astronomy project you’ve been complaining about?

Y/n smirked. “Because, I’ve finished it.”


“It didn’t take as long as I thought it would. It was pretty easy once I realized I had used the wrong formula.”

“Well, that’s good.” He glanced at his office and gasped. “Oh no!” He ran to the room.

Y/n turned her head to see a purple-y, smokey substance floating around, creeping it’s way into the main room just before the door was slammed shut. She giggled slightly as she got up to get a piece of spare parchment from her father’s desk. She sat back down and began working on her Charms essay. Hearing a crashing noise come from Snape’s office, she took a deep breath in sympathy and turned back to her paper. It wasn’t long until she glanced at the door to see Draco peering in.

“Scared, Malfoy?” she joked.

He shook his head as he entered the room slowly. “N-no. I just wanted to make sure Professor Snape was in here.” There was something different about him.

She smirked. “He had some ‘important matters’ to deal with.” As she got out of her seat, she went on. “Did you need something?”

He wasn’t paying attention, his gaze fixed on her.


He snapped out of it. “Wha- Oh! Umm, yes actually. I came to see if we could book the Quidditch Pitch for Thursday.”

Y/n smiled and lifted her finger. “Let me see what I can do.”

She made her way to the office door, knocked, and cracked the door quietly. “Daddy?” she asked in a hushed tone.

A puff of blue-green smoke burst through the crack. Draco jumped back, almost falling off his chair.

“Malfoy wants to know if the Slytherin Quidditch team can use the field on Thursday.”

Snape nodded. “Certainly.”

“Great!” she beamed. “I’ll sign his slip for you.”

She shut the door and walked back to Draco, grabbed her quill, and wrote a note to Madam Hooch.

“Are you allowed to do that?” he questioned.

“If I get permission.” she replied. “And, I have that.”

Draco blushed a bit. “So, you’re an authority figure?”

She side-eyed him with a smirk. “I guess so.”

He bit his lip as he took the note carefully from her fingers. “Thanks.”

She giggled at him and his rosy cheeks. “Anytime!”

Y/n made ran to breakfast. She was in a bit of a rush this morning. That Charms Essay wasn’t going to finish itself. After finishing her food, she paced to the hall, running right into Harry. The both of them dropped their books with a echoing thud.

“Sorry.” she gasped. “I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s alright.” he interrupted, squatting down to organize their belongings. “I don’t want any trouble.”

She did the same. “It’s entirely my fault. I was in a rush.”

He chuckled. “That’s not surprising.” He handed her ‘Advanced Potions’ textbook.

“I’ll definitely need this.” she joked. “Father would kill me.”

They raised up and bumped their heads together.

“Ow!” Harry laughed.

She laughed as well. “Ugh, that hurt!”

“I’m sorry!”

“Don’t be. It was merely an accident.”

One of Harry’s books fell onto the floor once more. “Whoops!” he blushed.

Y/n bent down and picked it up for him. “Here you are.”

“Thanks.” he said.

“I’ll see you in class.”

“See you.”

Just after y/n started walking in the other direction, Harry watched her as he headed for the Great Hall, running into one of the pillars, making his books collapse in the floor again. Something about y/n just caught his eye.

Potions class was just about to begin. Y/n sat in the front, like usual. Getting get notebook and quill from her bag, she turned her head to see Draco taking a seat beside her.

“Hey!” smirked happily. “Thought I’d change seats. It’s easier to see up here.”

“It is, yeah.”

His face turned a bright shade of pink. “And, you’re up here.”

She blushed a bit. “I am, yeah.”

On the other side of her, Harry took a seat, not noticing Draco. “Hey, y/n!” he mumbled, also a bit pink.

She giggled. “Hi!”

Malfoy leaned over the desk and looked at Harry furiously. “Who said you could sit up here, Potty?”

Harry did the same. “I did.”

“Trying to befriend us now?”

“Only y/n.”

Y/n sighed. “Boys, plea-.”

Harry interrupted her once more. “I wanted to ask her on a date.”

Draco stood up. “What?!”

“You heard what I said!” Harry exclaimed, getting up from his seat.

The class was silent as their argument went on.

“Besides,” Harry continued. “She’d never go out with a selfish prat like you.”


Draco narrowed his gaze. He was angry. A little too angry. To not get y/n into trouble, he stepped out of the room as Snape walked in.


Y/n stood up. “If you hate us so much, then why are you asking me out?”

His eyes widened in fear. “I-I-”

“Forget it!”

She quickly made her way to the door.

Snape raised his eyebrow at her. “Where do you think you’re going?”

She didn’t answer. She was in too much of a state. Slamming the door behind her, she walked down the hall and slumped down against the wall. Her eyes started to water. She thought Harry had changed. At least a little bit, maybe. She cupped her hands over her face and inhaled sharply, trying to cry as silently as she possibly could.

She sensed someone sit down beside her. She didn’t bother to look. Showing her face to would just make her more upset.

“What did he say?”

Since it was Draco beside her, she lifted her head. “Why does it matter?”

“Because I want to know what I need to say to him.”

“Don’t waste your time.”

She got up and started to walk back toward the door, wiping the tears from her cheeks. Before she could get very far, Draco pulled her back, gently grasping her wrist.

“Why are you going back in there?” he asked.

“To learn?”

He pulled her closer. “I think you deserve a day off after all that.”

She just gazed at Draco.

“Come on.” he whispered with a light laugh.

“Where are we going?”

“Where do you want to go?”

Y/n’s mind was somewhere else. She couldn’t think clearly. So much had just happened. “Uhh…”

“I’m not sure I know where that is.” he joked. “Could you show me?”

She looked up at Draco with a genuine smile. “Certainly.” she joked back.

Walking to nowhere in particular, Draco slipped his hand into her’s. She didn’t refuse. She kind of wanted it to happen. After doing that, Draco finally asked what he’d wanted to ask before that outburst of house rivalry.

“So, umm..”

Y/n stopped walking, causing him to stop, too. “Yes?”

“Would you want to go on a date with me sometime?”

She smiled. Her eyes were still a bit red from her fit of tears. “I’d be glad to.”

His smile grew larger. “Really?”

“I wouldn’t book the Quidditch Pitch for just anyone.”

“I didn’t think you would.” Draco chuckled nervously.

She giggled with him and they continued walking. Sure enough, they walked right back to class. They let go of each others’ hands before opening the door. As they headed back to their seats, Snape gave his usual ‘you’re late’ glare. “And where have you two been?”

“Sorry, Professor.” Draco said, taking a seat.

“We needed to collect ourselves.”

Looking at his daughter, Snape nodded and went back to his lecture. Harry had moved to the back of the room by the rest of his friends, which was a relief. Y/n and Draco opened their notebooks and started taking the remaining notes.

“You’re gonna give me those notes I missed, right?”

“Let’s see if I can get them first.”

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i hope you don’t mind a modern au—i thought it suited this prompt best!

11) things you said when you were drunk

take a shot, leave your lip gloss

[jonxsansa, modern au ~5k+]

and i don’t wanna leave this bar until i get your number
and if i’m being honest i can’t wait to get you home

—the summer set

Sansa doesn’t usually hit the bars by herself; it’s no fun, and if she fancies a drink alone she’d prefer to cozy up on her couch with a bottle of moscato and a bad film, or that playlist of break-up songs Margaery put on her computer after that nasty split with Joffrey. (Fuck Joff, by the way.)

Tonight, though, Sansa’s not sure that the power of goddess Gloria Gaynor can help her. She can’t bear to shut herself up in the confines of her small apartment with nothing but her own thoughts to keep her company. On a whim she’d spent far too much on a cab downtown and ended up at The Crow, a well-reputed dive bar that Margaery swore by because she knows a guy who knows a guy, et cetera, and Margaery had never steered her wrong before, especially not when it comes to a good mixed drink.

Sansa sits alone at the end of the bar and wishes Margaery was in town, but she’s on a trip with her grandmother and won’t be back for weeks. There are few others who Sansa feels particularly comfortable confiding in: her sister Arya is a phone call away, but she’s also four hours away at some rugby match, neither of their younger brothers are old enough to tag along, and Sansa couldn’t bear to text Robb. He would know something was wrong, and Sansa just knows he’d get all overprotective big brother when he inevitably wrangled an explanation from her. She loves him for that, but right now it’s not what she needs. Right now she just needs someone to listen so she doesn’t have to keep thinking about it.

Right now she also needs another drink, but the bartender who’d been waiting on her the past hour must have clocked out because he’s nowhere in sight. He’d been a nice chap, Sansa reflects as she drums her fingers next to her empty glass. Sam, his name was, and he’d had a kind face and he must have seen right through her because Sansa had never had an amaretto sour with quite so much kick. Not that she’s complaining—the kick is what she’d come for.

She’s drawing patterns in the puddle of condensation her glass left behind when someone says her name—“Sansa?”

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Misfit (Draco)

Requested- Hi! I was wondering if you could do an imagine where you were a misfit in your house (you can choose which house) and always alone and constantly bullied by slytherins and Draco ends up trying to befriend you and stuff but you think it’s a sick joke and he eventually wins you over

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“Y/l/n, there’s something on your arse!” A random Slytherin girl shouted at you, and you recognized her as Pansy Parkinson. “Oh, it’s nothing, I thought I saw a pig tail. Don’t blame me!”

“Shove off, Parkinson.” You sneered and hurried away from her before causing trouble. You didn’t know why, but you were always alone. You felt like Ravenclaw didn’t suit you, as you thought you were not intelligent nor witty. Pansy had been picking on you since your first year, and you had no idea why. 

“You’re a waste of space!” She shouted in a even louder voice, people around you were now staring at you curiously.

You clenched your fist and stopped moving, “what did you say?”

“I said you’re a complete waste of space! Hogwarts doesn’t need you, I bet it would rather have a giant for a student than you!”

“Oh really? How pathetic are you? Having to pick on others to gain your own confidence? I’d rather be a giant than be you.” You were now standing right in front of Pansy, glaring at her with hate. More people surrounded you two.

“Right, so be a giant then!” Pushing off every book you were holding, she took her wand out and pointed it at you. 

“What are you doing with your wand out, Miss Parkinson!” barked Professor McGonagall.

“Pro- Professor, she provoked me first!”

“I did not. You insulted me and I simply defended myself,” you said calmly without any facial expression.

“Miss Parkinson, even so, you can’t point your wand at Miss y/l/n! Ten points from Slytherin! Now go.”

Pansy rolled her eyes and ran as the others left as well. You sighed, picking up your books as fast as you could. You saw Draco Malfoy, another Slytherin, looking at you.

“What do you want now?” You said impatiently, is he going to hex me for that? you wondered.

“Nothing, just trying to start a conversation.”

“You succeeded,” you glanced at him one more time and left, heading back to your dorm.

“Hey,” he hurried towards you while trying to catch up. “Wait up, y/l/n!”

“Why should I?” The last thing you needed to do was to start another fight, so you kept walking. 

Draco finally got to your side and ignored your question, “I like how you stood up to Parkinson, let’s be friends.”

You slowed down for a clearer look at his face, “no, bye now.”


The next day you were thinking about Draco as you had a lot of questions about him. What was the real reason for him to want to befriend you? You were quite sure that it must be another sick joke from the Slytherins, since they tried to prank you very often.

“Miss y/l/n, what’s the main effect of the Volubilis Potion?" 

"I- I don’t know, Professor Slughorn.” You replied quietly.

“Alright then, please pay more attention in class. Anyone?”

The bell rang and you left the classroom quickly. 

“Y/l/n!” The familiar voice called you again. You stopped but you didn’t turn around. “How’s your day?”

“Terrible, thanks for reminding me.”

“Why can’t we be friends?” He furrowed his brows and stared at you. “Is it because of my house?”

“Are you trying to pull a prank on me?” You stared back, “because that is sick.”

“I am not, I swear. Why would you think so?” He said, looking hurt.

You noticed it and regretted questioning him. “Ugh, I’m sorry. It’s just that your friends were always like that.”

“Sorry to hear that,” he replied. 

“You wouldn’t want to be friends with a loser like me though.” You looked away, trying to not sound pathetic.

“You’re not a loser. In fact, I think you’re brilliant.”

“I am a misfit for Ravenclaw! I have no friends,” you blurted out with a shaky voice.

“Don’t say that,” the boy frowned and held your arm. “I’d like to be your friend.”

“You would?”

He nodded, “yes.” You smiled genuinely, something you haven’t done for a really long time. Draco smiled back at you and hugged you. Patting your back, he started, “we’ll make a good pair, y/n.” He stopped calling you by your last name. Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw Pansy looking at you in deep jealousy. You grinned and hugged him tighter as she ran away once again.

Draco broke away from the hug and saw the look on your face. “What?”

“Parkinson now thinks we’re dating, she just fled in tears.” You laughed as he laughed, too.

“Let’s see what we can do to upset her even more,” suggested Draco.

“Let’s see,” you repeated.

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Soulmates Phan AU -- New Neighbors

AU where you see in black and white until you meet your soulmate. 

Title: New Neighbors

Paring: Phan (Dan and Phil)

TW: S/H and suicide, it’s marked. Don’t read if you’ll be triggered please :)

Plot: Dan and Phil meet each other as kids, basically shows parts of their lives growing up as soulmates.

Word count: 2367

Genre: Mostly fluff, some angst

(A/N this is just a Phan drabble, feel free to give me feedback!)

—Dan, 6. Phil, 7—

“What is a soulmate, Mummy?  We were talking about it in class today,” Dan asked his mum.

“They’re someone you’re meant to spend the rest of your life with. When you meet them, you’ll begin to see color. That’s how you’ll know,” she replied. Dan nodded distractedly, looking out the window.

“Mummy, why are there big vans across the street?” Dan asked.

“Hm,” Mrs. Howell looked outside the window in the direction her son was pointing. “It looks like we’re getting new neighbors,” she observed.

“Do you think they’ll have a kid my age, Mummy?”

“Maybe, we’ll have to wait and see,” she smiled. “Go play with your toys, Daniel. Dinner will be ready soon.”

(later that day)

“Dan! Come here!” Mrs. Howell called. Dan came running to the door, where his mum was. “Dan, this is Mr. and Mrs. Lester, they just moved across the street. They have a boy one year older than you. Would you like to meet him?” Daniel nodded his head enthusiastically. “Perhaps he could come play here for a bit?”

“I’ll go get him,” Mrs. Lester said. A few minutes later, Mrs. Lester came back with a boy next to her. “This is Phil,” Mrs. Lester said, gesturing to the boy hidden behind her. He looked similar to Dan. Dan had chestnut brown hair, where Phil had black, but they were built the same and their hairstyle was similar. Once Dan and Phil made eye contact, they both looked down quickly and started rubbing their eyes. Dan was the first to start crying.

“Mummy,” Dan wailed. “What’s wrong with my eyes?”

“What do you mean Daniel?” She squatted to get to eye level. “Open them up, let me see.” Dan shook his head. “I can’t help you if you don’t show me.” Dan opened his eyes and looked at his mum, but noticed something different. Everything wasn’t black and white anymore.

“Mummy, what’s wrong with everything? It’s not the same,” Phil chimed in. Mrs. Lester and Mrs. Howell looked at each other knowingly.

“It appears you guys are soulmates,” Mr. Lester awed. “Phil, how about you and Dan go play for a bit? We’ll be down here talking with Mrs. Howell.” Phil nodded warily and stepped through the threshold and followed Dan into the house.

“Do you know what a ‘soulmate’ is?” Phil looked at Dan once they stepped into Dan’s room.

“My mummy told me it was who you’re meant to spend the rest of your life with,” Dan replied.

—Dan 8, Phil 9—

“I’m going to Phil’s, Mum,” Dan screamed to his mum as he walked toward the door.

“Have fun!” She replied. It’d become a normal occurrence for the boys to spend everyday with each other. Their parents loved them spending time together, and they loved it too. They just got each other. Neither boy truly understood what it meant, but they knew they felt genuinely happier when they were together. Dan walked to Phil’s house, like he’d done so many times before. Phil opened the door before Dan could knock, and engulfed him in a hug.

“Danny,” Phil whispered, tears streaming down his face.

“What is it, Philly?” Dan rubbed Phil’s back. Phil buried his face into Dan’s neck. Dan wouldn’t let anyone other than Phil touch his neck, not even his mum. He just simply didn’t like it, but it was bearable when Phil did.

“My dog died,” Phil shook in Dan’s arms.

“Oh, Philly,” Dan whispered, tears welling in his eyes. Of course, Dan was sad that Phil’s dog died. He’d grown attached to the poor old thing too. But he couldn’t stand seeing Phil like this. “Let’s go up to your room, yeah?” Dan whispered. Phil nodded. They walked up to Phil’s room, after bypassing Phil’s parents, and laid on Phil’s bed. Phil buried his head in Dan’s chest, and Dan had his arms wrapped protectively around him. They laid in silence for a while, until they both fell asleep.

—Dan 10, Phil 11—

“Philly?” Dan said as he laid on Phil’s bed, with his head resting on Phil’s chest.

“Yes, Danny?” Phil replied, stroking Dan’s back.

“What’s a ‘faggot’?” Dan asked.

“Where did you hear that, Dan?”

“Some guy at school, he told me I was a faggot,” Dan looked up at Phil.

“Danny, a faggot is a guy who likes guys. There’s nothing wrong with it. Just don’t say it around parents or teachers. The correct word is gay,” Phil informed.

“Are you gay?” Dan asked. “Am I gay?”

“I don’t know, Danny, that’s something you’ll decide later. But we’re mates, so I think we might be, but I don’t really know,” Phil answered honestly.

—-Dan 16, Phil 17—-

Phil walked over to Dan’s house, they didn’t have plans, but he wanted to spend time with him. He knocked, and Mrs. Howell answered the door.

“Hi Mrs. Howell, is Dan home?” Phil asked. He’d known Dan’s mum for ten years now, they got along well. They had a mutual respect and understanding for each other.

“Yeah, just go on up to his room,” She smiled and let Phil in. Phil nodded and walked up to Dan’s room and knocked.

“Come in,” he heard Dan from the other side. He stepped inside. “Hey Philly,” Dan looked up from a book he was reading.

“Hey Danny,” Phil smiled and sat beside Dan on his bed. “What are you reading?”

“Some book for summer reading,” Dan mumbled, setting it aside. “Can I talk to you about something?”

“Of course,” Phil grabbed Dan’s hand and started tracing patterns with his thumb.

“What are we, Phil? There are a lot of platonic soulmates, I mean, are you even into guys? Are we just friends? Or are we going to get married someday or something? Sure, we hold hands sometimes, but we’ve never kissed or gone on any dates or anything, we’ve only been friends, for like ten years. Just-” Dan took a breath. “What do you want us to be?” Phil let go of Dan’s hand and ran it through his hair.

“I don’t know, I never really thought about it,” he replied honestly. Dan stood up and started pacing the room.

“Why not, Phil? Do you like someone else? Do you see us getting married? Do you even want to be with me forever? I just, ugh, Phil. I feel like we’re not going anywhere. Like after you graduate, I’m just going to be a thing of your past. You have a lot more friends now, and you’re planning on going to a college far away,” Dan choked up.

“Dan, I think it’s a blessing and a curse that we found each other when we were so young. I have a life, Dan, and believe it or not, it doesn’t revolve around you. I need to get an education, and I’m allowed to have other friends. What is going on with you?” Phil stood in front of Dan.

“You’re going to leave, that’s what’s fucking going on with me,” Dan said.

“I can’t sacrifice my future to be with you, Dan,” Phil whispered. Dan looked away and bit his lip.

“You should go,” Dan whispered.

“What?” Phil asked. Since they’ve known each other, they’ve always worked things out. They’ve never left each other upset, and certainly haven’t kicked each other out.

“Please, leave,” a stray tear ran down Dan’s face.

“Dan, can’t we just talk about thi-”

“GO PHIL,” Dan raised his voice. Phil nodded and walked out of Dan’s room and down the stairs.

“Are you staying for dinner, Phil?” Mrs. Howell asked.

“Not tonight, thank you though,” Phil walked out of Dan’s house and back to his. Tears streamed down his face and he quickly buried his face in his pillow, trying not to think about how much he wished it was Dan’s chest.

Four days passed, and neither of them had spoken to each other. Their parents actually got worried, neither of them even left their beds. Their colors faded the moment Phil walked out the door. It was said that they faded when you and your soulmate weren’t getting along. Phil’s senior year started in two days; Dan’s junior year started then too.

“Phil,” Phil’s mum knocked on his door. “I’m getting worried, so are the Howell’s. Will you go over there and talk to Dan? Work it out? You guys are soulmates, it’s not good to be apart for so long.”

“Will you STOP talking about SOULMATES for once? I wish we never had them,”  Phil replied. “No, I will not go talk to Dan.”

Meanwhile, Dan’s parents stopped trying to bother him, leaving Dan alone with his thoughts. He’d been struggling with depression for a while. (T/W here,  I’ll tell you when it ends) It wasn’t until recently that he couldn’t bare it anymore. He’d taken apart a pencil sharpener and found relief in cutting. His thighs would never look the same, but he couldn’t be bothered.

After the fifth day, Dan could barely see the red of his blood anymore. He decided he’d had enough of the ‘soulmate bullshit’ and was going to put an end to it. An end to it all. He got into the bath, and cut deeper than before, on his wrists. His vision lacked, and he lost consciousness.

The colors completely faded from Phil, and he sat up, alarmed. He looked over at Dan’s house, the light in his room was off. “Shit, shit, shit,” Phil whispered. He quickly put on pants and ran down the stairs. “Going to Dan’s!” He yelled to his parents and raced to Dan’s house. He didn’t bother knocking, just ran inside and up to Dan’s room. The door was unlocked, but he wasn’t inside.

“Phil?” Dan’s mum asked.

“Where’s Dan?” Phil looked at her frantically.

“In the bath, why?” She asked.

“Fuck,” Phil whispered, running to the bathroom. He opened the door and saw Dan in the bath, soaking in his own blood. “Call an ambulance!” He yelled to Dan’s mum. They were both crying, and Mrs. Howell was frantically on the phone. Phil pulled Dan out of the tub, set him in his lap, and then held towels to his wrists to try to stop the bleeding. 

(T/W over, Dan’s going to hospital) Paramedics quickly showed up, and they put Dan in the back of the ambulance, agreeing to let Mrs. Howell and Phil ride along. Dan was rushed into the ICU while Phil and Mrs. Howell waited in the lobby. Phil buried his face in his hands, and couldn’t stop crying. About two hours later, a doctor came out.

“Daniel Howell’s family?” He said. Phil and Mrs. Howell looked up; the doctor walked over. “Daniel is stable, he lost a lot of blood, but we were able to get him back. He’s unconscious now, but you guys can visit him when he wakes up.” The doctor walked off, and they were left alone again.

“The colors were faint, very faint, while we were fighting. But suddenly, they just disappeared. I knew something happened, I was so scared,” Phil whispered, wiping the tears from his eyes. “I love him so much.” They sat in silence for a while, until a nurse came and said Dan was conscious and they could come in. Phil stood in the door, looking at the ground while Dan’s mum was hugging Dan. The colors still weren’t there. After Mrs. Howell stopped talking to Dan, she announced she was going to the cafeteria so they could talk. She walked out of the door, and Phil looked at Dan again. They made eye contact, and their colors faintly came back. A tear fell down Phil’s cheek, and a whimper escaped his mouth. He quickly ran to Dan and wrapped his arms around him. “Don’t ever do that to me again, Danny, you scared the shit out of me,” Phil sobbed into Dan. “I love you so much, I can’t live without you, Dan, please.” Dan rubbed Phil’s back.

“I’m sorry I freaked out on you,” Dan whispered. “I know your future doesn’t revolve around me, I didn’t mean to upset you so much.”

“No, no, no,” Phil shook his head. “My future does revolve around you, Dan. These last few days have been complete hell, I can’t live without you, you make me so happy. I took you for granted, Dan. I don’t remember what it’s like not having a soulmate, since we met when we were so young. But there are people who are 50 years old and would do anything to meet their soulmate. I was too ignorant and stubborn to realize how much I truly need you, Dan. I love you, so, so much.”

“Phil, it’s endearing, but I’m always going to want more. I don’t want to be your best friend, Philly,” Dan whispered. “I love you, Phil, more than a friend.”

—Dan 21, Phil 22—

“You may kiss your groom,” The priest said. Phil smiled and leaned down to meet Dan’s lips. It finally happened. After all these years together, they’d decided to get married. Of course, they wanted to be more than platonic mates together. Even want to start a family. Their colors were more vibrant now, than they were when they first met. They were head-over-heals in love with each other.

They started making videos and talking on radio shows together. Everyone suspected they were mates, but they didn’t tell anyone. It was sort of obvious the way they looked at each other. They had around 5,000,000 subscribers, and really enjoyed what they did.

After the wedding reception, Dan and Phil went back to their flat. “I love you,” Phil whispered, hugging Dan.

“And I love you, Philly,” Dan said as he shoved a piece of pizza into Phil’s mouth, which caused them both to laugh.

—Dan 25, Phil 26—

“Happy birthday, Dil!” Dan and Phil screamed. Dil, their son, turned five today. They gave Dil a piece of cake, and watched him try to eat it with his hands.

“Dilly, you can use a fork you know,” Dan chuckled, watching Dil get cake all over himself.

“Nuh uh, Daddy, more fun this way!” Dil screamed. “Hey, Daddy, what are they doing across the street?” Dil pointed. Dan and Phil both looked out the window.

“Hm, it looks like we’re getting new neighbors. We’ll have to go over and meet them!” Phil replied.

(Of course, please don’t steal or repost, only reblog. I love feedback if you want to message me. Thanks!)

New Perspective: A Solangelo Fanfiction

Drew’s the best and also the worst, and also I haven’t written a lot of witty dialogue lately, I missed that. So you know I had to bring back some of the snap. Also all the lube available and Nico with a ponytail. Cause you know, those things should never be mutually exclusive in fanfiction ;) 

(this fic takes place after the events of Lover-Cares)


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“Nico, what the heck?” Austin said, looking rather startled. “Did you seriously just refer to yourself in the third person.”              

“It’s never too early for some good old fashion dissociation and self-hatred my guy,” Nico said with a probably terrifying half-smile half-baring of teeth he cheers his coffee and downed it. Noting Kayla and Austin’s genuinely unamused faces, he scoffed. “My comedic skills are lost on you people, I swear.”

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Naive {Part 2}

A lot of you guys wanted a part 2 for Naive, so I wrote it. Ugh, I hope you guys like it because this took me a day and a half to come up with eek. I also added another part for those of you who have read this.

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Tasty love

Written by: lydiasfears (klarostydia)

Prompt: Caitlin must be good in something that don’t use brain, no? by Raquel

Characters: Barry Allen, Caitlin Snow, Cisco Ramon

Caitlin was upset. Not just because Barry had an important mission which implied a huge risk and quite possibly would put him in danger of dying, she had to get used to the constant worrying about him and waiting for his return. Nothing new, to be honest.

But this time, she felt more fear than ever before. She was afraid of the moment when she had to finally look him in the eyes and say what she had been planning in her head since early thatmorning.

“Yes!” Cisco exclaimed with undisguised joy, his voice breaking into her thoughts. “He did it! I never doubted it, really,” he added, raising his hands in a defensive gesture as Caitlin looked at him with disbelief.

“This isn’t quite what you said five minutes ago,” she reminded him with a relieved grin on her lips. She tried to mimic his tone as she repeated what he had said only a while earlier, “Oh no, he’s going to destroy my costume or even worse, his own head!”

“I appreciate your faith in me guys, I truly do,” Barry mocked, suddenly appearing in the room.

Caitlin absently ran a hand along her hair to fix the strands that had flown out of place at Barry’s arrival. She tried to pretend to be relaxed, but as usual it wasn’t as easy as she wished it could be. Actually, she couldn’t understand why she felt so nervous. She wasn’t going to propose or anything crazy like that. It just was going to be a harmless, ordinary…

“You know you can always count on us,” Cisco asserted, hurriedly getting up from his chair. “I need to go if I don’t want to miss the concert. See you tomorrow.”

“Bye buddy!” Barry seemed to be in a good mood, maybe because he was proud of himself. It was good to see him like that but it didn’t help Caitlin feel any more confident.

She didn’t know how to express her thoughts out loud. So she pretended that she had been absorbed in something vitally important on her computer. Ugh, she definitely was behaving like a child and eventually had to get a grip.

“Cait? Are you okay?”

She immediately raised her head, hearing the gentle voice of Barry. His watchful eyes were intently waiting for her reaction. She still hadn’t gotten used to the fact that he sometimes spoke to her affectionately, like they were more than just friends.

Caitlin would never say it loud, but she really enjoyed it.

“Hmm? Yeah, I’m fine,” she mumbled. Why was it so difficult to just say what she wanted to say? “You did a good job. Of course it was very dangerous and reckless, but I guess I’m used to that. Kind of.”

Barry laughed, so Caitlin relaxed a little bit. Slowly she pulled away from the computer and moved closer to the amused companion. She noticed that Barry looked really sweet - or should she say sexy? - with a genuine smile on his lips, slightly unbuttoned suit and disheveled hair.

She needed to focus!

“I think that my mission isn’t what’s really on your mind. There has to be something else. What’s going on?”

Caitlin bit her lip nervously, trying to not look into his eyes.

“Do you remember our conversation about me having no life?” She started hesitantly. Barry nodded in response. “I told you that I cook and I eat. So when I said that I cook, I didn’t mean reheating food from cans or ordering a pizza. I really cook and I think I’m good at it, or at least not as bad as I am at singing,” she promised, prompting a smile to form on Barry’s lips. “What I’m trying to say is that I’m going to make lasagna tonight and I thought that maybe you would want to come over and give it a try?”

She discreetly breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that the worst was already behind her. Barry seemed pleasantly surprised by her suggestion, enough that he eventually became speechless, just like she was a moment ago.

It was what they had in common. When it came to showing affection to people they simply lost faith in themselves. Both of them had no experience, especially when it came to flirting. It just wasn’t in their skill set.

“Sounds good,” he admitted. “I love lasagna.”

They chuckled at the same time, both aware of their own stupidity and shyness.

Barry stood in the stairwell, staring blindly at the mahogany door. He was sure that his heart would jump out of his chest and fall on to Caitlin’s colorful doormat, he was so nervous. His stress level was through the roof.

After all, this was supposed to be only an ordinary meeting. Eating lasagna together – nothing that should prompt this kind of reaction. He wasn’t going to propose, that’s for sure. Upset by his own foolishness, he slowly raised his hand and knocked. He still had time to back out at that point. He could tell her that he felt…

The door opened and Caitlin stood in the doorway, dressed in a lovely blue dress. Her eyes were decorated with some subtle makeup and she flashed him a smile that made him weak in the knees.


Because of how breathtaking she looked, Barry felt like he should’ve become stressed even more, but that view had caused him to actually feel more confident. It had been just Caitlin. She looked amazing, he could not deny it, but it was still Catlin, and there was just something about her that made him feel at ease.

“You brought champagne,” she said, glancing at his hand. Unconsciously he followed her gaze and frankly he was surprised by the sight of alcohol. He had completely forgotten about it.

“Indeed. I mean it’s for you, I mean we’ll drink it together. Ugh, I’m an idiot.”

Caitlin took the bottle from Barry and laughing, closed the door behind him. Her laugh sounded so melodious that after a while Barry joined in. When they calmed down, the woman led him into the living room, which currently smelled like a heavenly combination of cheese and tomato sauce emanating from the kitchen.

Barry also smelled the delicate scent of perfume for women when Caitlin passed him with two glasses in her hands.

“Smells good,” he commented, referring to both odors. His eyes followed the movements of Caitlin as she gracefully began to set the table. “By the way, you look beautiful.”

She shot him a glance, and her lips flickered upwards in a smile, her cheeks flushing. She ran a hand through her loose hair. Barry thought absently that he would like to touch those strands, too.

“Thank you.” Caitlin sent him another friendly smile, then she disappeared into the kitchen. “Make yourself comfortable. Food will be ready soon,” she added loudly.

Not knowing what to do, he went to the radio and turned on some music. A quiet, slow melody filled the room. Then quickly he opened the champagne and poured it into the two glasses.

He looked around, coming to the conclusion that this place was just wonderful. It was cozy, even romantic. Music, food, champagne, candles. It was true that he didn’t know anything about dating, but it seemed like an ideal setting for people in love.

Caitlin interrupted his thoughts, entering the dining room with a casserole dish filled with steaming lasagna. When she put it on the table, Barry moved a chair and waited as she sat down. She thanked him with a smile, so he took a seat.

“You never said you learned how to cook,” Barry said, gathering some lasagna on his fork. Feeling his stomach growl, he took a bite, and immediately grinned. “Mmm!”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Caitlin giggled. She started to eat her portion. “You know that I am not a person who likes to brag. Besides, so far I’ve cooked only for myself.”

“And I lived in ignorance, compulsively ordering a pizza,” he babbled regretfully between mouthfuls. “If I had known, I would have come to you every day.”

“That’s what I wanted to avoid,” she said ironically. “Now you can come over whenever without an invitation. There will always be something to eat.”

“Good to know, I never refuse food.”

They smiled to each other. For a moment they ate in silence, sipping champagne and enjoying a pleasant time.

After Barry had finished eating, he gazed at Caitlin uncertainly. She met his gaze and looked confused.

“What? Am I dirty?” She instinctively wiped her mouth with a napkin. “Or do you want some more lasagna?”

“Is it a date, Cait?” he asked bluntly.

The woman was surprised by the question. She slowly put down her napkin, bravely maintaining eye contact with Barry.

How should she reply? She wasn’t sure what their relationship was, and then this meeting and her feelings were certainly complicating matters. She only knew that in the company of Barry she felt wonderful and wanted to spend more time with him. She could both tell him everything and be silent for a long time without feeling awkward. She could laugh and cry, get angry and enjoy everything.

Caitlin felt something she hadn’t felt with Cisco. Something that the presence of Felicity or Iris could not give her. Something that had been missing in her relationship with Ronnie.

She felt genuine. With him she was herself more than at any time.

Barry waited for an answer, wondering what the meeting meant to him. He wasn’t nervous before it for no reason. Subconsciously he knew that this dinner could be a great step in a new direction. He wanted to go there, wherever there was, as long as Caitlin accompanied him.

“Do you want it to be?” she whispered.

He had to take a deep breath before he could respond.

Quietly, with a smile, Barry crouched down beside her chair and took her hands in his.

“I want you, Cait. And your lasagna. I could marry it.”

Caitlin laughed happily. Without hesitation, she kissed him gently.

“I see that cooking isn’t your only skill, Dr. Snow,” he mumbled warmly.

“I think I have a few more in store, Mr. Allen.”

Zootopia / Robin Hood Fanfiction: Take A Stand Chapter 11- Where there is light, there is a shadow

Here’s the Fanfiction.net link… https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12105029/11/Take-A-Stand

(AN/ Hey folks it’s Garouge Faux AKA Crewefox here with another chapter of Take A Stand. Thank you so much to the great people who liked, followed, faved, reblogged and reviewed the last chapter which was in fact the most reviewed chapter thus far, so thank you again. Ok so I need to thank the awesome 1tT4k3sTw0 AKA @helthehatter for allowing me to use her OC in this chapter, I’m such a big fan of her work and I’m really grateful she’s allowed me to use her OC. BTW this is the longest chapter yet at over 6200 words!!! So without further ado let’s get cracking with this chapter…)

Chapter 11- Where there is light, there is a shadow.

Mason Bogo was a creature of habit; he lived by a strict schedule and that’s how he liked it. He woke up, went to work, worked out at the precinct 1 gym, went home read or watched TV then go to sleep. But when he became romantically involved with Clawhauser there were some welcome changes to his schedule such as Friday breakfast, the two would meet up at McPhail’s café not far from Clawhauser’s home and enjoy a meal together.

But of course last Friday the two hadn’t shared breakfast together, Bogo had made a decision that he had regretted ever since he made it. Ending his romance with Clawhauser had affected him more than he anticipated, he was having trouble sleeping, he’d keep rereading loving text messages the feline had sent him and he would find himself crying whenever he dwelled too much on the failed relationship. And who did Bogo have to blame for his misery, only himself, he wished he could turn back the clock to last Friday morning and instead of fake laughing at Clawhauser tell him ‘I’m scared, I’m scared of coming out to my parents, my superiors and my friends’. Bogo had always admired Clawhauser for being true to himself and not caring what people thought of his sexuality, Bogo on the other hand had tried time and time again to tell his parents ‘I’m gay and a inter’ but his courage had always escaped him.

So this Friday morning Bogo couldn’t bring himself to take a step into McPhail’s café instead he was sat across the street on a bench drinking a mediocre cup of coffee and eating a stale banana muffin. He was mentally kicking himself What are you doing you idiot?! You’re just going to get upset again! he was about to get up and leave when he saw a familiar round figure come into view, it of course was Benjamin Clawhauser he was on the opposite side of the street to Bogo completely oblivious to his ex’s presence. Clawhauser got to the café entrance and looked like he was about to enter but halted himself, Bogo observed the downhearted expression on the usual jovial cheetah’s face and felt a wave of guilt strike him, after all it was Bogo who had broken both their hearts. Benjamin took a second to recover then carried on walking towards the subway unknowing that the buffalo whom he loved and lost was behind him, pining for them to be together again.

Within that second something in Bogo snapped, as if frustration overpowered his sadness, no more was he going to wallow in a pool of despair and no longer was he going to hide who he was. Mason Bogo tossed the bad coffee and muffin in a trash can and walked over to McPhail’s café, he was going to win back Clawhauser’s heart he needed to be reminded of the good times together. Bogo knew begging or flirting wouldn’t work, he had to prove himself, prove that he had changed and was committed. As Bogo walked into the café he made a promise to himself that the next time he walked in here he would be hand in hand with Clawhauser.


Nick had an awful night’s slumber and it was all due to one thought; Luna. Despite Judy and Nick voicing their emotions over the discovery of the little girl, the fox still wasn’t any less uneasy about being a father. He had been laying in bed with Judy sound asleep and snuggled up next to him with a endless stream of thoughts running through his mind I’m going to be a terrible father, I don’t know how to care of a kid, I’ll need to redecorate the spare bedroom, what am I going to do when Victoria dies? How will I comfort Luna? That poor kid, all of this happening to her and to top it off she’s lumbered with a loser for a dad…And Carrots has got a jerk for boyfriend, this isn’t fair on her, we just started dating and just like that we have a kid living with us. This cycle of self doubt and worry continued on and off through the night resulting in sporadic sleeping for Nick.

When the couple got up for work Judy had given Nick a loving kiss and long hug whilst whispering “Everything’ going to be ok.” Nick savoured the affection, it gave him strength and will, he was going to need it for what he was going to do this morning; talk to his mother. Nick hadn’t spoke to his Mom about the fact that Robin Loxley was back in town and now he had the extra kick of 'Surprise you’re a Grandma!’, but he knew it was better to speak to her sooner rather than later. He decided to take the morning off and go talk to Marian, Judy agreed this was the best course of action and wished him luck with a goodbye kiss.

Nick walked into the grounds of St. Zoo High in the Sherwood district of Savannah central feeling the pleasantness of nostalgia, he was once a student here and somehow managed to graduate despite skipping classes to do the odd hustle here and there. He made his way to the computer lab after flashing his ID at one of the security guards who patrolled the school. He walked into the lab to see students of various species dotted around at different PCs barely noticing as a cop entered the room, he approached the closed door to the technician’s office and knocked on the door. “Come in.” Marian’s voice came through, Nick did as instructed and Marian’s eyes lit up when she was her son “Nick, what a surprise.”

“Hey Mom.” Nick smiled back.

Marian got up from her workstation which had four monitors and two keyboards saying “I know I say this every time but you look so handsome in that uniform, no wonder Judy fell for you.” She then hugged her grown up kit and kissed him on the cheek.

“What are you working on?” Nick asked politely while nodding at the computer monitors.

“Ugh, some wannabe hacker from the student body tried to hack the grading system but I stopped them, I’m just trying to figure out who it is.” Marian explained, clearly frustrated by the hacker.

“Marian Wilde; bane of teenage hackers.” Nick joked.

“So what brings you here? None of the students are in trouble are they?” Marian asked, confused.

“No, nothing like that.” Nick relieved his mother’s worries “I need to talk to you about a couple of thing, is there anywhere we can talk?”

“We can’t talk in my office?” Marian queried, looking puzzled.

“Um, I’m not sure how you’re going to react and you don’t want to be in earshot of your students.” Nick explained with an awkward expression on his muzzle.

“This should be good.” Marian replied sarcastically.

A few minutes later Nick and Marian were sat in the empty stands surrounding the sports field, no students were practising on the field at the moment which was perfect for Nick. But Nick didn’t know where to begin, this was going to be hard to say. Marian detected her son’s discomfort and commented “Stalling will not make it any better.”

“Sorry it’s just difficult to talk about.” Nick gave an excuse.

“Are you and Judy ok?” She asked with genuine concern.

“We’re fine it’s something else,” Nick assured “listen I’m sure you’ve heard about the M.M gang causing trouble all over the city.”

“Who hasn’t?” Marian scoffed “All that’s on the news at the moment is either the M.M or the election.”

“That’s why Jack has come back to Zootopia, the MCB is trying to catch them.” Nick continued “The bureau were working on the theory that this M.M gang was just copying and glorifying the originals.”

“Nick, stop.” Marian halted putting a paw on her son’s shoulder “It’s ok.”

“But-” Nick began to protest.

“I know that it’s Robin and John.” Marian sighed.

“You knew?” Nick asked, perplexed.

“Oh come on, really? The style of robbery, the archery, hitting the mob. It had your dad and your uncle John written all over it.” Marian elaborated.

“So how long have you known?” Nick questioned.

“Ever since the first news report; I knew it was Robin, I could just sense it.” Marian revealed, her shoulders slumping with sadness.

“…I saw him.” Nick confessed.

Marian’s eyes went wide as she followed up with an urgent “When?”

“The other night, Carrots, me, Jack and some others were on a drug bust. Jack chased after the perp on his own, nearly got himself killed but Robin saved him.” Nick answered, Marian noticed Nick wouldn’t say the word 'Dad’.

“He saved Skippy?” Marian asked with a grin, she felt like a teen with a first crush again.

Nick twigged his Mom’s cheery demeanour and pointed out “You almost sound happy he’s back from the grave.”

“It’s complicated Nick.” Marian replied bashfully “I’m still technically married to Robin remember.”

“He was a master criminal, a liar, a coward, he faked his own death and left you alone to raise me!” Nick partly growled.

“And I still love him.” Marian admitted.

“What!?” Nick yelled.

Marian ignored her son’s outburst and declared “I still love your father.”

“Are you serious?” Nick stressed, his fur standing on end.

“Yes I am, even after all the mistakes, after all the years, I still love him.” Marian confided “I mean didn’t you think it was weird that I never had a boyfriend after your Dad?”

“…Yeah, I always kind of wished you found someone else.” Nick answered, calming down.

“But I didn’t want to. Look at this way; if Judy was the Hood and she had done all the things that Robin has would you still love her?” Marian gave a hypothetical.

“That’s not fair.” Nick countered.

“Would you still love Judy?” Marian pressed.

“…Of course.” Nick answered, being honest with his Mom and himself.

“Now, that wasn’t so bad was it? I didn’t freak out like you thought I would.” Marian chortled.

“Uhhh.” Nick sounded, not sure how to divert the conversation to the next topic.

Marian’s eyes narrowed and asked in a voice only a mother could muster “What are you hiding Nicholas?”

“So, um, I found out some news yesterday.” Nick struggled under the intimidating gaze of his Mom, it was like he was a kit again.

“Out with it.” Marian instructed.

“Ok here it is; you’re a grandmother.” Nick said quickly akin to ripping a band aid off.

“Come again?” Marian sniggered, not believing she heard him right.

“I have a daughter.” Nick confirmed with an anxious voice.

Marian was silent for about five seconds, clearly stunned by the news she just received, her face wasn’t giving away any emotions, Nick could read most mammals but he could never read his mother. Finally she spoke “You have a daughter?” still showing no emotions.

“I only found yesterday, she tracked me down at the ZPD.” Nick garbled.

Then before Nick could utter another word Marian let out a squeal of joy and wrapped her son in a big hug “I’m a Nana!” she celebrated.

“Mom?” Nick murmured, surprised by the sudden shift in her expression.

“Oh my stars!” She said with delight “Tell me everything!”

“Well her name is Luna and she’s six.” Nick answered, a little overwhelmed by his mother’s reaction. He retrieved the small photo of Luna from his pocket and handed it over.

Marian took the photo and elated “She’s beautiful.”

“You ok?” Nick queried, noticing Marian’s navy blue eyes had become watery. “I’m just happy.” Marian choked, she was now crying freely “I’ve always wanted grandchildren.”

“Well she’s a sweet kid, you’ll like her.” Nick added, finally smiling.

“So what happened? Why did just find out about her?” Marian asked twice, still entranced by the photo of the little kit.

“Me and her Mom dated years ago, it ended badly and when she found out she was pregnant she kept it from me, she didn’t think I’d make a good father.” Nick explained briefly.

Marian’s happy face quickly and was replaced with a frown “Who’s her mother?” she asked, her voice simmering with annoyance.

“Victoria Todd.” Nick answered.

“That stuck up tramp!?” Marian shrilled

“Mom calm down.” Nick attempted.

“When I see her I’ll bop her right on the nose, saying you’re not good enough to be a Dad.” Marian vented.

“Mom listen…” Nick tried again, and failed.

“I’ll rip that trollop’s tail off!” Marian threatened, even if her kit was in his thirties she was still protective of him.

“Vic is dying!” Nick had to shout.

“What?” Marian uttered, her flaming anger now being extinguished.

“Vic has got pancreatic cancer, she’s terminal and not got long left.” Nick answered.

“Oh god.” Marian whispered, feeling guilty for letting herself become angry.

“Luna’s going to live with me and Judy when her Mom passes away.” Nick stated.

“That poor angel.” Marian sympathised, looking at the photo again “What does Judy think of all this?”

“She was upset at first,” Nick confided “but she’s says she’ll stick by me and Luna.”

“Of course she will.” Marian gave a comforting smile.

“…I told her she should leave me.” Nick confessed “She said she’d stay…dumb bunny.”

“Why on earth would you do that?” Marian asked, appalled at her son’s words.

“Because she should get out while she still can, she’s only twenty five, she could find someone who won’t lumber her with a step child. And Luna, I feel so bad for her, she’s losing her mother and gets stuck with me; a loser who has no idea to raise a kit.” Nick ranted, not noticing he was crying.

SMACK! Marian’s paw whipped around the back of Nick’s head, startled by the strike Nick just stared at his Mom as she said in a critical tone “That’s for doubting yourself!” then came another quick SMACK! “And that’s for doubting Judy!”

“Ow.” Nick moaned, rubbing his now sore head, memories of being told off as a teenager came flooding back.

“You will be a great father Nick, I’m sure of it. Don’t you think I was terrified when I found out I was pregnant with you? Me and your Dad were both 16, our parents kicked us out and we had barely any money and yet we managed, we raised you and we love you. And you’re worried about how you’ll manage; you have a home, money and a girlfriend who wants to help you raise Luna.” Marian rallied.

“Mom.” Was all Nick could say.

“And as for you doubting Judy, shame on you.” Marian scolded “That woman loves you and she is the sweetest mammal in Zootopia. You think she wants out? News flash; she doesn’t. She fell in love with YOU! She wants to spend her life with YOU! So don’t you dare doubt her again.”

“Ok.” Nick conceded.

Marian opened her arms and Nick gladly hugged his Mom “Plus you got a Nana to help with babysitting.” She added cheekily.

Nick laughed slightly at the comment before saying “I love you Mom.”

“I love you too, my little kit.” Marian replied, ending the hug “So when do I get to meet my granddaughter?”

“She’s coming over on Saturday with Vic, I’d really like it if you were there.” Nick revealed.

“Meeting my grandchild? I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Marian promised with a warm smile.


Nala and Clawhauser had honed in on Judy the second she stepped inside precinct 1 without Nick beside her. The bunny quietly clarified that she hadn’t killed Nick, that the fox was in fact visiting his mother, but of course they got onto to the topic of Luna. Judy explained about the DNA test and Luna’s mother impending departure but Nala noticed the caring nature in Judy’s voice, she had a good feeling that her, Nick and Luna were going to be ok.

As for now the two feline cops were driving into the Meadowlands district to the north of the city, this was of the more exclusive areas of the city, the mammals here were rich and rather conservative which why it seemed odd to both cops why there was a Pro-Interspecies marriage rally being held outside the opera house. Nala and Clawhauser had pulled into the opera house’s parking lot and could already spot a two crowds forming outside the building, one pro-inter and one anti-inter. The two cats exited the car and made their way to the demonstration. Both crowds were relatively quiet but were staring daggers at each other all of them wearing T-shirts and holding signs that supported their cause. Benjamin and Nala joined the dozen or so police who made a barrier between the two parties, Clawhauser took one look at the anti posse and sighed as he read the hurtful signs 'Inters are unnatural’, 'Keep Zootopia pure’ and the most hurtful 'Pred +Prey = Freaks’ Nala recognised her friend’s hurt and offered “We don’t all think like that, you know.”

“Huh?” Clawhauser sounded.

“I’m not a inter, but I support you guys, you should be able to marry.” Nala smiled.

“Thanks Priderock.” Clawhauser responded and meant it, it was always good to know your friends were there for you.

“Anytime.” She grinned with a wink.

“Good morning everybody!” A voice came through a megaphone, everybody turned their attention to the steps of the opera house to see a male mountain Tapir dressed in a 'Moon for Mayor’ T-shirt and khaki shorts “Thank you for showing up to support us! And if you have come to oppose us, well I hope we can make you understand.”

This caused a chorus of cheers from the pro crowd and wave of boos from the opposition. “Now I know I’m not a big celebrity, I’m just a accountant who is in love with a boar. But maybe someone with a little more class can change your mind.” The Tapir addressed through the megaphone, ignoring the string of insults being directed him from the anti-inter crowd. Both crowds were murmuring, wondering who this mammal was, then they got their answer…

“O.M Goodness!” Clawhauser gasped.

“No freaking way.” Nala’s jaw dropped.

From the crowd a beautiful figure emerged wearing a black tank top and matching black jeans, she looked both elegant and confident as she gratefully received the megaphone from the Tapir activist “Buenos dias Meadowlands!” Gazelle greeted over the megaphone resulting in cheers from one side and murmurs of confusion from the other.

“It’s her! The angel with horns!” Clawhauser beamed, hardly believing that the singer he adored the most was mere feet away.

“I guess you’re wondering why I’m here? To show my support for the interspecies marriage? Of course, but I’m here for another reason.” Gazelle announced.

“You rule Gazelle!” A inter supporter cried.

“Why are you supporting those freaks!?” A Bastille voter snapped loudly.

“I am here to say this; I am a inter!” Gazelle declared to a roar of applause that silenced the boos from the other side.

“She’s an inter?” Clawhauser mumbled.

“You’re awesome Gazelle!” Nala shouted out, not caring that she was supposed to appear neutral.

“And you must understand that I and most of inter community don’t have any ill will to those fight the marriage bill, we just want to make you understand how we feel.” Gazelle explained “In schools and on field trips to museums we were taught that mammals evolved past their primitive ways and came together to live in harmony, to forge friendships that break the barrier of species, of prey and predator. Is it so hard to realize that romance might grow between species? I want to ask all of the Mammals outside of the pro inter crowd; are any of you inter and wish you were stood with us?”

There was a rabble of disagreement amongst the anti inter demonstrators, none of them raised their hand, maybe in fear of what other would say. But someone wasn’t afraid and this someone didn’t even realise he had raised his paw. “You there!” Gazelle smiled brightly as she pointed her hoof at Clawhauser “Officer please can you come up here?”

Clawhauser looked up at his outstretched paw and gulped “Uh oh.”

“Go for it!” Nala egged on.

Clawhauser lowered his paw and made his way towards his idol getting pats on the back from the inter crowd as he made his way up the steps. Gazelle lowered the megaphone took a hold of Clawhauser’s paw and said with merriment “Thank you for this sir, it means a lot, officer?”

“Clawhauser, I’m a huge fan.” Clawhauser panted, his breath short from exhilaration.

“Ready to face the haters?” She asked with positivity.

“Always.” Clawhauser agreed.

Gazelle put the megaphone in front of her mouth again and said “This is officer Clawhauser, a proud inter. Sir can you tell everyone in your own words why inters should be allowed to marry?”

Clawhauser didn’t feel put on the spot, it was like Gazelle was a spark of inspiration that gave him the words to captivate any audience, he took the megaphone from Gazelle and looked briefly at the crowd and his heart skipped a beat when he saw who was standing next to Nala, it was Bogo and instead of his default grumpy face he was wearing a kind expression that warmed the cheetah’s heart. Clawhauser began to speak through the megaphone “Love is an amazing thing, it gives us joy in the happiness of times and strength in the toughest. Love doesn’t see gender, it doesn’t see species, it just exists. And if two mammals share this love then why shouldn’t they be able to enact the ultimate expression of love? Please just let inters marry.”

This statement caused a whoop of cheers from the pro crowd and applause from his fellow officers, including Bogo. Clawhauser passed back the megaphone and got a huge hug and peck on the cheek from Gazelle before re-joining the line of cops, even though Clawhauser hadn’t fully forgiven Mason he did smile and nod at his ex, holding onto the hope they could be friends again.

“Thank you Officer Clawhauser, that was beautiful.” Gazelle said gratefully before turning her attention to the crowd once more “Minds can be opened, we should let go of this hate between our two sides and focus on what we share, then we’ll all see that we’re the same, that we all love. And I have so much confidence that Zootopia will elect Trevor Moon as mayor …well, just watch.” Gazelle looked for someone in the crowed and her face lit up once she spotted the right mammal she spoke “Wade can you come up here?” she asked, her voice a tad giddy.

Everyone looked toward where Gazelle’s gaze was pointing; a figure in a red hoodie (with the hood up) carefully made his way through the crowd. When the figure arrived at where Gazelle was stood he pulled down his hood, he was a wolf with jet black fur and stood half a foot taller than Gazelle. “What are you doing?” Wade asked with hushed concern.

Gazelle then passed the megaphone back to the tapir and focused completely on the wolf in front of her “Something I should’ve done a long time ago.” She answered, her pulse quickening.

“What are you talking about?” Wade asked again, sounding a little nervous.

“Wade, Te amo, I have loved you since we went to St. Zoo High together, every day you’ve been in my life I have never known sorrow. Most of my happy memories have you in it and now I want to make more memories with you.” Gazelle professed before reaching into the pocket and producing a tiny red leather box and getting on one knee causing a shared gasp among all of the audience “Wade Jones, will you make me the happiest woman in Zootopia?” Gazelle proposed smiling at the happily shocked wolf, she opened the box to reveal a silver engagement ring meant for a male with a ruby in it’s centre, it was the same red as Wade’s favourite hoodie.

There was a brief lull of silence before Wade answered simply smiled “Yes.”

The pro supporters went wild and other wolves howled as Gazelle slipped the ring on her now fiancé’s finger then stood up and kissed him lovingly to the sound of cheers. And even though the anti-inter protestors were silent more than a few of them began questioning their views.


Judy was eagerly awaiting for Nick to return from visiting Marian, she despised being cooped up in the precinct doing paperwork. Judy loved being on the beat but she had to wait for Nick to get back, she looked at the clock in the corner of her computer screen, it was 11.31 am, Nick had sent her a text message that he would back at the precinct for midday, that’s when an lightbulb flicked on above her head. Nick had looked pretty disheartened this morning with all the events of the previous day weighing heavy on his mind, so he needed cheering up, she was going to buy them both some of his favourite greasy junk food for lunch and have it waiting for him when he returned.

Five minutes later Judy was walking down one of the quiet side streets of borough to the nearest Bugga Burger fast food joint. It was then that she heard a gravelly voice holler “Help!” Judy’s sensitive ears twitched and quickly pinpointed the source of the distressed voice “Help me!” the voice yelled, she sprinted to a nearby alley where the voice was coming from, it was a small space between two buildings. Judy spotted a figure on his knees beside a metal fence railing at the end of the alley, as Judy ran over she noticed the man was wearing a shabby brown poncho with an equally grubby hat on his head, a cane and a tin up were on the ground beside the figure. Judy realised it was the same blind beggar fox that she met outside Precinct 1 last week.

“Sir?” She fretted as she knelt next to the beggar and put a gentle paw on his back “What happened?”

“Sorry about this.” The fox spoke but not in his usual aged voice. His elbow shot into Judy’s gut, stunning and winding her, the fox then took advantage of her daze and threw her again the metal railings.

Within three seconds she had been handcuffed to the railing and her tranq pistol taken from her, as soon as she got her senses back she barked at the now standing beggar “Uncuff me!”

“Like I said; I’m sorry.” The beggar offered before removing his sunglasses, hat then poncho.

Judy’s anger then morphed into disbelief as she looked upon the revealed canine “Robin Loxley?” she spoke, her surprise evident in her amethyst eyes.

“So nice to see you again officer.” Robin greeted politely, the late forties fox was dressed in a grey sweater and black pants, he unloaded the tranq gun and placed it on the ground

“What’s meaning of this?!” Juddy seethed, tugging in vain against her own handcuffs.

“I needed to ensure you wouldn’t arrest me.” Robin relayed with a smug smile.

“Yeah well that smile will be wiped off your face when my backup arrives!” Judy argued before reaching for her radio with her unrestrained paw.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, I have some important intel for the ZPD.” Robin advised.

Judy heard this and resisted pressing her com, she lowered her paw and asked “How did you know where to find me? Or were you going to do this to any cop you ran across?”

“Oh no, I had to make sure it was you, after all you seem like an honest cop.” Robin answered, his hazel eyes full of confidence “You could say I’ve been keeping an eye on you.”

“You’ve been following me?” Judy guessed, observing the remarkable similarity in appearance between Robin and Nick.

“I haven’t had to,” Robin grinned “check under your badge.”

Judy unclipped her badge off her ballistic vest and noticed a small circular disc on the back “A tracker.” Judy groaned, feeling stupid.

“I put it on you when you helped me in front of precinct 1.” Robin elaborated.

“That’s pretty smart.” Judy admitted, removing the tracker and tossing it aside “Is this how you knew the ZPD would be at the fight the other night?”

“Exactly, you led us right to Thumper and Flower, they had about fifty grand in their car, a local orphanage really appreciated the donation.” Robin informed.

“Rob from the rich to give to the poor.” Judy stated with a peeved tone.

“Before I give you this intel I have to ask; how’s Skippy?” Robin queried.

“Like you care.” Judy scoffed.

“I do actually.” Robin insisted.

“From what I’ve heard about you, you care about no one but yourself.” Judy attested.

“Oh is that what you think? You read some police files and think you got me all figured out, officer?” Robin rebuffed.

“Hopps, Judy Hopps. And of course I read your file but that’s not where I learned about you.” Judy bated.

“What are you talking about?” Robin wondered, curious yet cautious of the rabbit.

“I can’t believe he was worried about being like you, at least he cares about mammals.” Judy taunted.

“Ok number one; I do care about other mammals, me and Little John are doing this for the poor of Zootopia and two; who are you talking about?” Robin was getting wound up.

“He would never run away like a coward, abandon his love to raise a kit all alone. He is nothing like you.” Judy provoked.

“Who?” Robin forced.

“Nicholas Pieberius Wilde.” Judy unveiled with her own smug smile.

Robin stood stunned for a moment, Judy could see the cogs turning in the master thief’s head and she took it as a small victory. “You dragged my son into this? How dare you!” Robin snapped.

Judy started to laugh which caused Robin’s glare to worsen “Well that’s one thing you got in common; you’re both dumb foxes.” She teased, still chuckling. Judy was a sly bunny, indeed.

“Leave my boy out of this, I don’t want Misdadd or Rattigan figuring out who he is, they could hurt him.” Robin pleaded.

“I didn’t drag Nick into this, I just can’t believe you didn’t recognise him.” Judy smirked, loving the fact she was getting on Robin’s nerves.

“You lost me.” Robin stated, growing weary of being mocked.

“The other night when saved you saved Jack, Nick was the one who called out your name, he’s my partner.” Judy explained.

“Nick…Nick was that cop?” Robin mumbled, his ears lowering.

“And here’s the stinger; I’m dating your son.” Judy said with smarm.

And to Judy’s surprise Robin smiled at that last sentence “He became a cop and has a honest cop as his sweetheart, not bad Nicky.” Robin spoke.

Judy being a little puzzled by the sudden change of mood decided to be charitable and add “And to answer your first question, Jack is fine.”

Robin closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to compose himself before saying “Well this is a turn up for the books, I handcuff a copper and she turns out to be my potential daughter in law.”

“And I may have an outlaw for a in law.” Judy retorted.

“Ah, you’ve got a sense of humour at least.” Robin tried to charm “But back to business.”

“If you had intel why didn’t you pass it through Mr Big like before?” Judy wondered.

“Because time is against us, you only have a two hour window,” Robin replied, before looking at his watch “make that one hour and fifty six minutes. To be blunt, there’s been a murder.”

“What?” Judy reacted, her voice growing serious.

“I was tracking some of Rattigan’s goons in Sahara square, I thought they were on their way to another drug deal but when they arrived at the weather control plant I knew something was amiss.” Robin recalled.

“What happened?” Judy asked, eager to spring into action.

“Here.” Robin said, retrieving a smart phone from his pocket and plating a video; they were two mid sized mammals wearing ski masks to avoid identification standing by the trunk of a parked car with a covered up licence plate, they opened the trunk and started to unload black trash bags and bring over to large vent cover that had been opened.

“What am I looking at?” Judy questioned.

“Keep watching.” Robin instructed. The video continued to play and as one of the mammals ripped apart the bag a severed leg fell into the vent, this nearly made Judy hurl, the video continued and the mystery mammals continued to dispose of body parts down the large vent. Robin pressed pause on the video, stuffed the phone back in his pocket before handing Judy a micro SD card “You’ll need that for evidence.”

“What the hell did I just see?” Judy asked, feeling slightly queasy as she took the memory card.

“The mob likes to call it red sand.” Robin answered, sounding grim.

“Red sand?” Judy obviously asked.

“The heating system for Sahara square bellows massive amounts of heat and sand every four hours through a system of large heaters and fans. Those fan blades are so sharp and move with such speed they can reduce anything to mere fragments, so if a gangster wants a body to disappear they dump it in a vent, wait for the heating system to kick in and all that remains of the body is some bloodstained sand at the other end.” Robin illustrated.

“Oh god.” Judy grieved for the victim.

“Judy, I bringing this info to you because you seem like a clean cop. Please you have to make sure Rattigan doesn’t get away with this.” Robin motivated “That body will be gone in less than two hours if you don’t find it.”

“I’ll find the victim.” Judy promised.

“Thank you and sorry again about all this.” Robin said pointing at the handcuffs. “You can call for backup now.”

But as Robin went to walk away Judy spoke up “Thank you for this but when we meet again it’ll be you in these handcuffs.”

“I look forward to the chase.” Robin replied with a playful tone before dashing out of the alley.

Judy couldn’t help but smile as she saw Robin run away, Nick had inherited his charm from his dad. Judy reached for her radio, pressed the button and said “This is Hopps, I need assistance, I’m in a alley off of Mill street, over.”

“Carrots! You ok?!” Nick’s panicked voice came over the radio.

“I’m ok Nick, but you’re not going to believe who I just ran into.” Judy responded with a tired sigh, wondering how Nick and Bogo would react.


To say Nick was pissed off would be a major understatement, he had blown his top over the fact Robin had not only hit Judy but cuffed her as well, it took some bellowing words from Bogo to calm him down. The chief had arrived in the alley with Nala and Clawhauser when he heard what happened over the radio, the MCB of course scrambled a team to look for the Hood but as expected found no trace of the vexing vulpine. Chief Bogo had called the Weather Control Plant and ordered them to stop the heating system for Sahara square, which they reluctantly complied with. Soon the entire Weather Control Plant was swarming with cops from varying precincts. Nick, Judy, Nala and Clawhauser were back the south west area of the plant removing the covers of vents trying to find the one where the murder victim was dumped in.

The team had split up to cover more ground, Judy was having no trouble lifting up the heavy vent covers after all she worked out a lot and always beat Nick in an arm wrestling contest. But then she came to one vent cover that was proving difficult to budge, she then spotted the other side had a padlock on it unlike the others she had inspected, in a lapse of judgement she walked over the vent and she heard the metal bend beneath her feet but before she could escape she fell through the weak mesh metal and crashed six feet below her with a thud and a moan of “Oh sweet cheese and crackers.” She got to her feet and tried to get her bearings, Judy was struggling to see in the dimly lit space although her nose was getting a woft of decay, it was the smell of death. She fumbled for the flashlight on her belt and illuminated the darkness to have her fear confirmed; she saw the severed paw first then the rest of the corpse diced into pieces ready to be disposed of. Terror consumed Judy and she fell to the cold metal floor unable to look away from the bloody paw.

Judy reached for her radio and stammered “I f-found the v-victim.” Her heart hammering as she looked upon the first dead body she had ever seen.

(AN/ DUN DUN DUN! Judy’s found her first dead body, poor bunny. What did you guys think? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE Review, like, reblog, fave and follow, it really helps. Next time on Take A Stand we learn both the identity of the victim, there’s a twist in the new murder case and our favourite mammals go out for a drink. Please review and c ya soon…..)

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(Part 4 of  Imagine Sam and Dean finding out you’re a witch at the worst possible moment”, Imagine Castiel telling Sam and Dean they made a horrible mistake” and “Imagine Dean and Sam making an agreement with Crowley to get you back)

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam x Platonic!Reader

A/N: This is the last part of the two part imagine that accidentally became a mini-series! I hope you are all satisfied with the ending. Sorry it’s so friggin long! Let me know what you think, my lovelies! (Seriously, though, your feedback is priceless. Please, please, please, send me messages or reply or something!) Oh! By the way, my requests are OPEN, so if you have any ideas you think I might be good at writing, please feel free to shoot them my way. And with that, on with the story! 

You weren’t in your best state of mind, fresh from the grave. Later, the boys told you there were a few beats of silence after you landed in Dean’s arms. You gazed around dazedly, blinking as though trying to clear fog from your eyes. Dean held you tightly, both to keep you from falling and to reassure himself that you were there; that you were alive. It wasn’t long, though, before all hell broke loose. 

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Hi, this preference is based on insecurities. I wrote one for “you” and one for Zayn. The “you” part is 713 words and the Zayn part is 691 words, so altogether the word count is 1404. Enjoy!

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And then I logged onto Tumblr. And for some reason, the fandom was pissed off. About the panel I had absolutely loved.

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