she is simply the best


deneebenton: 7 years old today. I simply can’t believe it. The best niece in the land and I’d argue simply the best little girl in the land. she’s made of power, confidence, brilliance, sensitivity, and so much weirdness that I’m just OBSESSED. #auntielove

all this new short haired ladybug art has got me like *heart eyes*

Ignis: “Geez… Our lazy prince is taking a nap… AGAIN”

Luna: “I will go and wake him up”

Ignis: “At least Lady Lunafreya takes her duties serious”

*20 minues later*

Ignis: “Why is she taking so long? Probably because that guy is sleeping like a rock”

*goes upstairs and knock’s on the door*

Ignis: “Lady Lunafreya? I will come in if you don’t mind”


Ignis: “Lady Lunafreya?” *slowly opens the door and sees Noctis hugging Luna and both of them are asleep on his bed*

Ignis: “I think she is perfect for him…”

anonymous asked:

Since we saw Juggie punch someone in the promo, could you write a fic where Juggie gets in a fight and Betty heals his wounds?

I’ll give it a go sure thing!

His knuckles were bleeding and he could hardly see out of his left eye, the swelling making it difficult to even blink. He had nowhere to go,The party still carrying on at Archie’s, and Pops already closed for the night. He continued to wander the streets of Riverdale, Glancing at his phone, it read 1:43, his birthday was over and his heart felt heavy.

It had been a nice gesture and it had all started out harmless enough, the blue and gold themed birthday party Betty had thrown him was thoughtful and quiet, he could still remember her softly singing him Happy Birthday as she held up the Hamburger shaped birthday cake, his new and old friends watching and clapping as he blew out the candles.

Then it all went to shit. And it was all thanks to Cheryl Blossom, the red headed child of Satan. no one asked her to come, no one asked her to invite the entire Riverdale Sophomore class and absolutely no one asked her to invite Chuck Clayton, resident asshole and douchebag to all. Jughead had plans to ignore the prick, that was until he started in on Ethel.

Ethel Muggs family was going through similar hardships Jughead had experienced just years ago and he genuinely felt for her. Chuck Clayton however, did not. Chuck had been vial, calling her homeless trash, a cowards daughter. One thing led to another and Jughead had Chucks blood on his hands and the dark skinned boys knuckle indents on his face.

Betty had tried to break up the fight, innocent and tipsy she had screamed at Chuck and attempted to defend her boyfriend, Jughead was far too gone for that though, he winced at his memories, he could really be an idiot sometimes.

As Betty was defending Jughead he was screaming at the blonde, publically breaking up with her, telling her she wasn’t who he thought she was, calling her a poser, a drunk. God he was an idiot, he freaked out, tensed up under the pressure. He could just call her, go back to the party, sneak her away into a room. Talk about it, that’s what they did. Talk. But no, he was the coward. He didn’t want to see the hurt in her eyes.


He froze in his spot. Holy shit.

“Jughead?! Where are you?” The familiar voice called again from somewhere behind him.

Whipping around and rounding the corner, he came face to face with a tear stained, messy ponytail Betty Cooper. She stopped abruptly, her hands clutching some small black bag.

“Jughead” she whispered, her shoulders slumping in relief. Grabbing his wrist quickly she pulled him over to sit on one of the park benches it was directly underneath a harsh street lamp.

“Betty?” He asked as she dug in the little black bag. She didn’t look up just continued digging before pulling out a cue tip and some form of clear cream, suddenly she was pressing down gently on his eye, the stinging making him wince

“I’m sorry” she whispered, placing two slender fingers on the bruise. She then moved on to his knuckles, she finally glanced up at him quickly

“This is going to hurt the most.”

He nodded slowly.

She dabbed his hand with the alcohol wipe and he hissed audibly, quickly she grabbed his hand and blew gently

“I had to disinfect it, I know it stings.” As she wrapped his knuckles with the white gauze he cleared his throat

“Betty I…”

She cut him off, her voice tired and weak

“I get it Jughead, okay? You don’t have to tell me again, I’m not what you want. It’s okay.”
He saw the lone tear drop on his pant leg.

He didn’t know you could physically feel your heart break until today, Jughead slowly gripped her chin, bringing her face to his as she finished taping his knuckles with her shaky fingers.

“I’m an idiot, the biggest idiot in the world. I didn’t mean what I said, any of it.”

Betty opened her mouth to argue, but he shook his head and continued

“I was angry, at everyone. My adrenaline, I don’t know, it’s no excuse but I need you to know, I didn’t mean any of it. You were the last person I should have taken my anger out on, after everything you did. You’re amazing, the best girlfriend, and I… I don’t want to lose you. You’re everything I want.” He felt his own voice grow thick with emotion at the thought of losing her.

Betty looked hesitant but nodded slowly, her hand dropping to hold his, she winced slightly. ever observant, Jughead noticed and pulled her fiery red palm to his face

“Woah, what happened here.” He questioned sigh concern. Betty blushed slightly
“I may have slapped Chuck, it’s a long story. It’s my turn to apologize. I got too caught up in it all. Caught up in Veronica, in Archie. It was your birthday, I should’ve been there for you. I’m so sorry Juggie. She dropped her forehead to his.
Shaking his head Jughead pulled her in for a quick kiss

“Have you heard of the after birthday, birthday?” He whispered close to her ear. He felt her smile against him and shake her head. “Oh it’s an age old tradition, the day after someone’s birthday the birthday boy, which is me, gets to pick someone to lay around, watch Netflix and eat burgers with, you’ve really never heard of it?” He pulled away and acted mock shocked.

Betty giggled shaking her head exaggeratedly

“What does one have to do to get this honor bestowed upon them?” She asked in a serious tone.

Jughead grabbed the little first aid kit and tucked her hand into his.

“She simply has to be Betty Cooper, worlds best girlfriend.”

Betty giggled excitedly “hey! That’s me!”

Jughead dropped a kiss to the side of her head

“Yeah Juliet, that’s you.”

Just imagine for a second that Harry, Ron and Hermione weren’t sorted into Gryffindor and they were all sorted into different houses.

Harry being sorted into Hufflepuff. The boy who defeated the Dark Lord Voldemort as a baby being sorted into Hufflepuff, a house that is commonly associated with only kindness. The lame house. He feels out of touch there as he feels someone with as huge a legacy as him was known for being only “nice”.

Ron being sorted into Slytherin. The horror in Fred and George’s faces as their younger brother is sorted into the house of their greatest enemy. The look of disgust as Draco has to spend time with a Weasley. Ron feeling lonely as he was always told that his brothers would always be beside him.

Hermione being sorted into Ravenclaw. It seems like a good idea but Hermione doesn’t know anything about magic, she has to learn it all from scratch, Gryffindor would give her time to develop her skills but not in Ravenclaw. It’s a race to always be the best and fast and she just simply can keep up.

Imagine when it was quiet they all sneak to the library separately, to find their special space, where they find each other. They talk about their problems together and it finally feels like they belong. Instead of being known as “nice”, “evil” and “the stupid muggle girl”, they will soon be called heroes.


so, this happened. something i’ve been dreaming for so long with no hopes at all that would ever come true. i had the chance to witness my favorite actor of all time performing live, on stage, right in front of me. not only that, but also, i had the chance of having so many wonderful moments with her. and in all of them, she was simply the best and the sweetest human being i’ve ever seen.

catherine elise blanchett is the type of person that’s always in a rush. she’s that kind of person that gives her all in every single moment she lives in life. if she has a second, she’s going to be whole in that single second. she’s the type of person that let herself be read just by locking gazes with you, but of course, only the amount she wants you to know about her. 

she’ll never ever fail to amaze you. trust me, i’ve seen her everyday from the 15 days i stayed in nyc and she managed to blew my mind in each one of them. from the moment my eyes spotted her walking down 47th street till the moment these same eyes had the sight of her entering her car for the last time, after our sweet goodbye.

thank you, love of my life. i’ll always love you and support you till the end of time.

So this just happened. I have some theories about the rest of S5. I also have some things I really want to see.

“You know, your mother told you, she was the one who told me to leave. And even though I didn’t want to leave you, I did what Donna asked me to do.”

“What about me? I didn’t get a say in if my father was in my life?”

“You were seven. Your mother simply asked for what she thought was best for you.”

Felicity took a deep breath and then a torrid of words, from deep within her, came crying out.

“But you never come back! You didn’t come back see if she changed her mind. When she asked you to leave maybe she was hurt? Too hurt to fix anything between the two of you? Maybe she just needed time to process everything? But you didn’t. You never thought to even check on me. You should have come back and fought. You should have fought for me.”

She snapped her lips shut. Felicity hadn’t been aware all of that was trapped inside her.

“Felicity- “

“No, we’re done. Go.”

She wasn’t going to do this with him. Not after everything he had done to her. Not after Helix.

Reluctantly, Noah left the loft. A forlorn look on his face. Felicity slammed the door shut and locked it.


Oliver stood at the entrance of the kitchen, seemingly uncertain what to do with his body. She had never heard his voice that soft before. Fuck. Felicity forgot he was there in the middle of her tirade to her father.

“I’m fine, Oliver. Though I am fairly tired after that” Felicity pointed to the door her father had just walked out of, “and everything before with, uh, Helix. I think I’ll skip dinner. Thank you for that, by the way. But I think I’m just going to go to bed.”


His voice stopped her from ascending the stairs. She turned slowly. His face was heartbroken and full of regret.

“What you said to your father. Does it apply to just him?” Oliver took a shaky breath. “Or does it apply to both of us?”

Felicity stared at her ex-fiancé, unable to pull her eyes away from his. Memories of their happy life together, followed by their painful end, haunted the space between them. A tear fell down Felicity’s face. The unintentional truth she spoke, wrapped itself around both of their hearts.

Uncertainty surrounded them.

Then, in an instant, Oliver’s face went from mournful to resolute.

A shiver went up Felicity’s spine.

@dust2dust34 @so-caffeinated @austencello @chocolatequeennk

anonymous asked:

Sabrina Spellman comes to Riverdale and she and Jughead are pretty very good friends. Betty is jelly jelly cuz she thinks this new witch in town is perfect and have so much in common with her boy.

Sabrina Comes To Town

“The doors of Riverdale High opened in 1941,” Betty started her tour, pointing towards the plaques on the walls. “This was the founder –“

“Oh my God, who’s that?” The new student, Sabrina, cut her off.

“That’s uh –“ Betty started, blushing when she saw who Sabrina nodded towards.

“Off limits.” Veronica finished for her.

Jughead smiled at Betty as he walked past, making her blush even further.

“Oh? Sorry, am I stepping on some toes?” Sabrina asked carefully.

Veronica had taken it upon herself to walk with the two blondes, claiming she had nothing else to do this period. In reality, Veronica had heard murmurings that the new student was sort of a bitch, a Queen Bee newspaper-writing, old-movie-loving blonde, direct competition for her best friend. And she simply couldn’t let that happen.

“Jughead and Betty are endgame.” She said matter-of-factly.

“Jughead’s your boyfriend?” Sabrina asked Betty directly.

“Not technically,” Betty said quietly.

“Not yet,” Veronica interjected. “But it’s only a matter of time before he asks.”

“Isn’t Betty giving the tour?” Sabrina said snidely.

“Veronica makes it a bit less boring,” Betty defended her. They reached the end of the hall.

“Well, thanks for showing me around.” Sabrina smiled. “Nice to meet you Betty – Victoria.” She looked at each of them, smirked, then turned and walked back down the hall.

Veronica looked squarely at Betty. “I know I said I was changing my ways, starting fresh when I moved here. But that bitch is testing me.”

Betty burst out laughing, watching Sabrina walk down the hall. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

Veronica put her arm out, signaling Betty to look up. “You sure?” She asked, jutting out her chin towards the new girl. “She’s in your territory now.”

Sabrina had walked directly into the office for The Blue and Gold.

Betty sighed and tightened her pony tail, walking towards the office. Veronica squeezed her hand and kept walking, knowing she had no business at The Blue and Gold.

Betty turned into the room, seeing Jughead and Sabrina laughing, Sabrina’s hand lightly touching Jughead’s shoulder.

“Oh, hey Sabrina.” Betty said in fake surprise. “What are you doing here?” She cocked her head to the side.

A flash of annoyance graced Sabrina’s face. “I was just going to talk to the editor about becoming a member of the team.” She smiled tightly.

“Well then, you found her.”

“You’re the editor?” Sabrina asked quietly.

Betty  nodded. “Me and Jughead, we run The Blue and Gold. It’s pretty small right now, so…” She trailed off, not being able to say what she really wanted to - we don’t need you.

“Oh, sure, that’s okay. I mean, I was just looking for something to remind me of home - I was a writer at my last school’s newspaper, that’s all.” Sabrina shrugged.

Betty sighed. “Well, I-”

“Maybe you could write articles about the football team?” Jughead interjected.

Betty’s head whipped over to look at him. “Jughead we don’t write articles about the football team.”

“Exactly. Which is why Sabrina could start.” Jughead smiled.

“Thank you so much Jughead.” Sabrina smiled, placing her hand back on his arm and squeezing. “Really. It means a lot.” She smirked at Betty and turned on her heel, walking out of the room.

Betty stared daggers at Jughead.

“What?” He laughed. “I’ve never seen you be so…”

“So what, Jughead?” Betty raised an eyebrow.

“I think that was jealousy?” He questioned.

“I’m not jealous.”

“Well then what was that? You’re always saying how we have our plates overloaded with this paper. You’ve never been mean to a new student before.”

“I just don’t think she was the right voice for The Blue and Gold.”

Jughead just smirked.

“Okay, fine. I think she likes you, Juggie.”

Jughead rolled his eyes and walked over to where Betty was leaning against a desk. “And so what if she does? I only have eyes for one blonde in this town.”

A First Apology

2. After everything you did, you’re asking ME to apologize for snapping at you ONCE?”
68. “How dare you!?”

warnings: abuse mention, death mention, swearing, darker pan
2500 words

Peter Pan was many things. Selfish, cruel, manipulative. In short, he was an asshole, so you simply kept out of his way whenever you could. That didn’t stop you from defending yourself when he volleyed casual insults about your incompetence. But of course your snarky remarks were always well tamed. You still had an ounce of respect left for the leader of the island, although your self restraint was in fact wearing out. It was soon bound to snap.

So when Pan lead a hunt with you and some Lost Boys one musky evening, it was of little surprise to you that after Pan’s snide, incessant probing, your shred of restraint vanished.

… … …

“Keep up, will you?” Pan eyed you with obvious annoyance. “And keep quiet. Your blundering steps will scare off tonight’s dinner.” Rolling your eyes, you continued to tread softly behind the group, dagger in hand. You narrowed your eyes, forcing yourself to focus on the hunt. You loved hunting. It had become one of your favorite hobbies in the few months that you had been here. It got your blood pumping, adrenaline rushing through your veins as you ran after your prey. As you got closer, your eyes would glaze over with a strange calm as you leapt, then, straddling your target, you would finally plunge your knife into flesh, quick to slit the animal’s throat as well. There was never a reason to let them suffer.

That is where you and Pan differed the most. You both took pleasure in the thrill of the hunt, but whereas you put the animals out of their misery, he enjoyed playing with his food.

“(Y/N),” he called. You looked up from where you crouched behind a tree, torn from your thoughts. “Darling,” he drawled. “If you’re going to insist on being a crutch tonight, I’m going to have to send you back to camp. Would you like that? Wouldn’t you rather be, oh I don’t know… brushing your hair? Picking flowers? Whatever it is you girls love to do?” His tone was disgustingly condescending, and the Lost Boys’ snickers did not help your mood. How dare Pan teach the boys such sexist remarks? Oh no. It simply wouldn’t do. As one of the strongest Lost Children on the island, you considered the boys as younger brothers, whom you would teach and nourish to become vigorous young men. You’d be damned if you let Pan fill their heads with such belittling garbage.

“What pathetic insults you’ve reduced yourself to,” you grumbled as you got up, flipping your dagger between nimble fingers.

“What was that?” Pan asked, smirking. The Lost Boys laughed from behind him, all playfully shoving each other as they struggled to get a glimpse of the interaction.

“I said,” you stalked over to him now, “that it’s sad to see you, Peter Pan, King of Neverland, with all the magic of the island at his disposal, have to make fun of his best hunter, simply because she is prettier than him. Is that it, Pan? You jealous?”

“What’s there to be jealous of?” He hummed, unphased by your response. “And what’s this? You think I’m pretty?” He arched a perfect brow.

“As pretty as a pig can get, I suppose,” you replied, smiling to yourself as the Lost Boys roared with laughter.

Pan’s green eyes darkened. “You’ll watch your tone, (Y/N). There is a leader on this island who doesn’t take kindly to insubordinate little girls.” He stepped closer to where you stood, towering over your stature.

You looked up mischievously at him, cocking your head. “Oh really? Where is he? I’m just dying to make his acquaintance,” You said, your last words spoken in your most ridiculous, bastardized English accent. The Lost Boys’ were hysterical. Pan was infuriated.

“Shut up,” he seethed. “AND THE LOT OF YOU!” The Lost Boys immediately hushed, straightening themselves out. “It’s already dark and we’ve caught nothing. Fall out of line again and it’s the cages for you all.” He turned away from them. “As for you,” his eyes were practically glowing with hostility.

He nodded his head towards the trees deeper in the forest, indicating for you to get a move on. Your glare full of spite, you did just that. Or you would have, if he hadn’t tripped you as you took your first step.

Oomph! You fell the ground, but barely had any time to react before a force flipped you onto your back, slamming you once more. You looked down where you felt a weight on your chest. It was Pan’s boot.

He crouched lower, a suffocating pressure accompanying his stoop. His eyes bore into yours with a deadly sort of calm, and you forced yourself to glare at him right back. If you looked away, it would show hesitance, and you couldn’t afford to look weak. Not now.

“You know who I am,” he began quietly. “You said so yourself. Peter Pan. King of Neverland. I have all the magic of the island at my disposal. So you must know, surely,” he pressed harder now, “the power I possess. You must know that I can make you hurt- no, burn - with excruciating pain from the inside out. Slowly. Deliberately. I could choke you to death in an instant without having to lay a finger on you…” He now brought his hand to your neck, grasping tightly as he squeezed.

You gasped, trying to get a bit of air in as Pan sneered down at you.  “Oh? Have nothing to say? Finally. The bitch knows her place.” He sharply released your neck as he stood up, removing his foot where it was perched on your chest as well.

You practically choked as you swallowed down gulps of air, coughing and sputtering as you rolled onto your side.

Pan laughed mercilessly at you. “Cmon. Get up. Nothing you haven’t had before-this should be familiar, remember? Dear old Daddy and the brawls you used to both have? Bonding for the whole family, as I recall.” Your chest still heaving, you glanced at the Lost Boys, who were still frozen and wide-eyed at the way you had been handled. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t someone you know get throttled a bit too roughly?” Your gaze quickly shifted to Pan, eyes narrowing. No, you thought. He wouldn’t mention…

“I apologize darling,” he said sarcastically. “I shouldn’t have choked you. Wouldn’t want you to end up like-” NO, your mind screamed. “-dear little brother, now would we?”

And just like that, your mind went silent.

You and Pan had fought before, but this time he had taken it too far, and there was no taking it back, because the words were already brandished, carving into your chest. You felt a pang, and in seconds it dissolved into anger. No, this was worse. This was stronger. You were furious.

“How dare you?” your voice was dangerously low. The other Lost Boys noticed, and took their leave quickly, as to avoid what was about to be the most explosive fight between the two of you.

Getting up on your feet, you snatched your dagger from where it had fallen on the ground. You flipped it once. Twice.

“How dare you mention him? You, when you don’t know shit about him-” your voice rose. “I have tolerated your bullshit for long enough. And I am done. I’m done!” You were yelling now. “I’ve done fucking nothing to you and you treat me like shit! Grow up, Peter Pan! GROW UP-”

“Excuse me-”

“FUCK YOU!” you screamed. You looked at him standing there in the middle of the forest, leaves spinning round in the air, in utter shock of your catharsis. You took him in, gaping mouth and all. You wanted to kill him.

You were going to fucking kill him.

Brandishing your knife, you jeered at him. “It’s been a long day, Pan, and I haven’t had dinner yet. That’s just fine, though. I’ve finally found what I’m hungry for,” you began to circle him. He eyed you carefully with what seemed like disbelief. You weren’t sure what it was. You were too focused on your prey. This was the hunt you had been waiting for ever since the shadow brought you to this damned island. He mirrored your steps, and soon the pair of you were each circling the other, watching each other’s footsteps. He had no weapons - he just watched you with idle curiosity. That only infuriated you further. How could he be so calm?

You were going to eat him alive.

“AAAAHH!” You charged at him swiftly, slashing your dagger towards him. Pan dodged it, grabbing your arm and thrusting it the opposite direction. With your free arm, you punched him the jaw, ignoring the blood on your knuckles. Your foot swept under his legs, thrusting him backwards onto the soil. As fast as you were able, you straddled him, pinning one of his arms down. You brought the dagger to his neck, but he grabbed your wrist, forcing your hand away. You were strong, but you could only take so much. Pan skillfully pushed himself off the ground, flipping the both of you until he was on top. Snatching the knife from your unrelenting grip, he threw it behind him before pinning both of your hands down as you struggled, screaming and half sobbing at him. Images of your brother swam throughout your sight, your position on the ground taking you back to the hellhole you used to call home. You saw your father drunk with rage, and fists everywhere, bruises everywhere. You could barely make out the concerned look in Pan’s face before his free fist struck you.

The forest went black.

… …  …

You woke up in your tent, sunlight filtering in from the cloth of your tent. Mouth parched, you sat up in your bed, and immediately pain flashed from your temple. Wincing, you brought a hand to your tender head.

“Good morning, sunshine.” You looked over at a familiar voice near the flap of your tent. It was Felix.

“Tell me what happened last night,” you began, trying to rack your memory for the source of your injury. Had you fallen? Felix chuckled at you.

“Can’t remember?” He smiled, and this only made you worry. “Pan wanted to talk to you as soon as you were awake. I’ll tell him you’re up.” Felix slid out through your tent flap, and reluctantly, you swung your legs over the side of your bed. It slowly came back to you then, the memories of the previous night. The snark. The fight. The brawl. With a sigh, you pushed yourself of the bed and made your way out the tent. It was time to talk to Pan.

… … …

He was waiting for you up in his treehouse, and you huffed at having to climb up with a throbbing head. Of course he’d force you to come here. An asshole like him was sure to be waiting exactly where it would be hardest for you to get to in your injured state. But, you made your way up, and sure enough, there he was. The king himself, relaxing in his chair, a lean leg casually swung over one of the armrests. Green eyes glinted at you as soon as you stepped in. Jerk.

“Took you long enough,” he started. “I was afraid you might have died.”

You rolled your eyes. “You would enjoy that, wouldn’t you?”

“Not at all,” Pan gazed at you, making you shift with unease. “You are aware as to why you’re here, aren’t you?”

Yes, you thought to yourself. A punishment is coming, surely. Perhaps more insults as well. In response, you shook your head. “Not a clue,” you lied. Pan seemed to buy it.

“You’re here for an apology. And I do believe one is in order.” You couldn’t believe what he was saying. Your mouth dropped open for a second before you quickly regained your composure, snapping it shut.

“Really? Well…yeah, I think you’re right. An apology is due.” You stared at him both warily and expectantly. He simply matched your stare.

“Well?” His brows furrowed in confusion, and you silently despaired as you realized what was happening.

Me? After everything you did, you’re asking ME to apologize for snapping at you ONCE?”

“I must say, I was surprised by your nerve. You were daring, and it was quite…striking.” A smirk grew upon his face, and you wanted to slap it off his goddamn lips. You couldn’t believe he was serious. Incredulous, you retaliated.

“You antagonized me! I had no choice, Pan. I had defend myself after being subjected to your cruelty for far too long.” Your eyes glared into his glittering green orbs. “I honestly expect you to say sorry.” You huffed, chest heaving as you recalled how he brought up your past last night. He really had no shame, and as a result, you were hurt. Peter Pan, magical being or not, owed you an apology. He rolled his eyes, and at that, you gave up. “Whatever, Pan. I shouldn’t have expected any better of you.” You headed towards the door.

“(Y/N),” he began. You didn’t turn. “Hey, wait-” you felt an a strong grip on your arm as you were turned to face Pan, his face concerned.

“What now?” You tired of him, tired of his games. You didn’t want him to make another fool of you. Annoyed, you tried tugging yourself out of his grip.

He shook your arm. “(Y/N), listen.” You looked up at him, confused as he stared down with a steely gaze. You tensed. “I…”

“Yes?” You urged him on, unsure of his intentions.

With a sigh, he tried again. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). I shouldn’t have said what I did last night. It won’t happen again.”

You blinked once. Twice.

Peter Pan, King of Neverland, Leader of the Lost Boys, magic-wielding jackass, just apologized to you. His obvious discomfort was almost laughable , but you saw it, the genuine contrition in his eyes. It was only a glimmer among the shades of green, but it was there. You allowed yourself a small smile. “Apology accepted. I’m not as sorry for you trying to kill you, though.” A sly smirk now crept onto your lips.

“Don’t push it,” he softly growled. You smiled again, nodding. It was time to take your leave. As you opened the door, you glanced back to find him with his back turned, a nimble hand combing the back of his head. No doubt trying to brush off his first apology, you thought. With a grin, you closed the treehouse door behind you, and climbed down, your mind still reeling from what had just transpired. As you walked away from the tree, you didn’t see Peter Pan looking down at you from his window with a strange look across his face, before vanishing from sight.

(A/N): this was my very first imagine, so I hope you all enjoy! big thanks to imaginative-neverland for inspiring me to write one. she’s always posting new work so go check her out! 

I hit my head falling for you

ONE-SHOT: Set after Kara saves Lena in 2x12

Also on Ao3 and 

Kara flew faster than ever before, cradling the barely conscious CEO in her arms as she zoomed them as far from the mountain as possible. It wasn’t until she’d landed that she realized there were tears streaming down her face. She walked slowly, as if afraid she might hurt Lena if she moved any faster. J'onn was beside her in an instant, holding the door for her. Making sure Lena was securely held in her arms, she entered the building. She made it only a few steps before Winn and Alex met her, both looking very concerned.

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This is honestly absolutely rubbish and cringy af but who cares right, it’s cute so hopefully you guys will still like it ! I’m in a real lack of inspiration right now, I had a few productive weeks but now I’m really struggling so i’m counting on you to send me some requests, my loves xx

“Have a nice evening.” Y/N said, smiling over to the driver before hoping out of the Uber. As she stepped out of the car, she looked around for the restaurant and walked towards its entrance, stopping to wait for her friends. Her view was suddenly blocked by someone who had put their hands on her eyes and she smiled to herself, exactly knowing who it was. “Well that is really cheeky, Joseph.” She said before she was finally able to see again and she turned around to face a smiling Joe. “How did you know?” Joe chuckled before pulling her into a hug. “I know you all too well.” She teased, inhaling his warming scent and hug lasted for far too long. “You sure do.” Joe teased back, before pulling away to smile at her. The two best friends were snapped out of their stare as she spotted two of their other friends walking over to them. The fake blonde grinned at her and walked over to her, pulling into a tight hug. “You literally saw me two days ago, silly.” She laughed as Jack was still holding her and he kissed her cheek. “That was too long.” He said, pouting before Mikey leaned in to pull her in a hug as well. “Hey, LP.” Y/N said , smiling over at him and they all looked at each other before finally entering the restaurant.

The four friends walked over to a small table, Jack sat next to Y/N as Mikey was sitting next to Joe. And Y/N was happy with that because Joe was sitting in front of her and for a moment, she could picture this being a date with only the two of them but it wasn’t.

An hour later, the friendly dinner was going on as a normal night out but Y/N’s mind was somewhere else. Because throughout the whole dinner, the boys had been paying attention to the apparently really attractive girls sitting behind them and it felt as if she was invisible to them. But in fact, she wasn’t because Joe’s eyes were only focused on her. “I know why you wanted to sit there, you plonker.” Jack exclaimed , chuckling with Mikey. “What do you mean?” Joe frowned at his mate as he was getting annoyed by their tipsy attitude. He didn’t care about those girls, she was the only one. “Getting a better view on the pretty ladies, huh?” Mikey joked and Joe simply rolled his eyes at his comment but he quickly noticed how Y/N was so quiet and it worried him. “Is everything alright?” Joe asked, not even paying to his friends comments anymore. Y/N flinched at the question, her gaze on the plate in front of her. “Yeah.” She simply said, offering him a weak smile but she had been his best friends for ages, he knew she was lying. “You can tell me anything, you know.” Joe stated, his eyes meeting hers. “I’m fine. I just need some air.” Y/N said and before he could do anything, she was already walking out of the restaurant. It didn’t took long for Joe to get up but just as he was about to catch her up, a girl from the table was blocking his way. “Call me.” She said, sending him a wink and his eyes fell in the piece of paper in her hand and Joe looked over to Jack who send him a nod. Joe glanced over the girl’s shoulder, seeing Y/N stepping through the door. “My heart is taken.” Joe said firmly, brushing past the girl and running out of the restaurant.

“What’s wrong?” He said as soon as he stepped out of the restaurant and his eyes fell on her. “Are you all that blind?” Y/N scoffed before turning around to face her best friend properly and Joe simply frowned, stepping closer. “You’re all just fantasizing on those random beautiful girls and I’m just standing there, completely transparent.” She explained, watching Joe’s glare soften. “I’m not the girl people pay attention to. It’s selfish I know but it’s true.” She finished, eyes locked onto the ground. Joe knew her insecurities and had heard her say things like that before but if only she knew how wrong she was. Because in a room full of people, his eyes were always drawled back to her. Joe stepped closer until their bodies were only inches away and he grabbed hold of her hand. “It’s funny you say that because there’s actually this really beautiful girl that I can’t help but notice every time she walks in a room.” Joe said, his hand moving to her cheek and she smiled, feeling her cheeks flush red. “Who cares about the other girls, the only one I want is you.” He said and before she could reply, he had already pressed their lips together. Y/N snaked her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. “It took you bloody ages to do that.” Y/N mumbled against his lips and Joe let out a laugh. 

Soon enough, they were both walking back into the restaurant, earning some confused looks from their friends and as they were walking by the table full of girls, Joe made sure that they would notice his fingers locked with Y/N’s before sitting down.

12.13 Coda: God Save the Queen

“So, the teachers at the girls’ school are all back to work,” Dean says. “It’s like nothing ever happened. That’s all the victims in Ohio.”

“Well, no mention of the Massachusetts murder either.” Sam’s still peering at his laptop, but it’s clear there’s nothing to be found. “No Fiona, no angry ghost. Looks like history’s back on track. Thank you, Gavin.”

“Yeah, but… I can’t put a check in the win column just yet. This has all been too easy.”

“It is a little too perfect, isn’t it?”

“Hey, Sam? Think you could find a list of the crew and passengers from the Star?”

Sam frowns. “Probably. Why?” His fingers tap at the keys without waiting for an answer. “Yeah, here’s a crew list and passenger manifest. Oh. Oh.” He looks up at Dean, eyes wide. “Gavin isn’t listed as the captain.”

Dean nods. “And I bet Fiona’s not on the passenger list either.”

“Jesus.” Sam leans back and runs his hands through his hair. “I just assumed Rowena set up the spell to put them back on the ship. It didn’t even occur to me…”

“That sneaky little witch,” Dean laughs. “She sent him back early. Fiona’s not a vengeful spirit because she didn’t die on the ship! Neither of them did!”

Sam laughs too, but it’s a little uneasy. “That’s… that’s kind of dangerous, right? Messing with history like that?”

Dean looks around him and shrugs. “Bunker’s still here. Internet’s still here. Beer still exists. I’d say everything’s okay.” He waves his half-empty bottle. “Speaking of beer… we’re out. I’m gonna go on a beer run. You wanna come with?”

But Sam doesn’t answer. He’s still staring at the computer screen. “Dean… You’ve got your wallet on you? Look at your money.”

“Dammit, I’ve got money. I’m not asking you to pay. I’m just asking if you want to go.”

“Dean. Shut up and look at your money.”

Dean sighs his best long-suffering sigh, pulls the wallet out of his pocket, and takes out a bill.


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Wreckage - The Morning After

A/N: Part one can be found in my Masterlist under the song fic option.

Spencer liked it best when she was sleeping. Simply because he knew she felt less pain when she was dreaming. Occasionally he would lie and just watch her, seeing her beautiful face relaxed and not contorted with the agony that her disease was bringing her. The disease that was killing her, the disease that had consumed four out of their five years together.

Spencer wanted more time with her, in fact he wanted to just stop time to give science chance to find the cure that would rid her of the monster that was eating away at her. But he knew that he wouldn’t get that time, not unless a miracle happened. The doctor’s had confirmed it, a conversation that had broken his heart into tiny piece’s. She though, she had been surprisingly calm about it. It was almost as if she accepted her fate, something that he couldn’t do. He wanted her to fight, there were other therapies they could try, alterative options that could buy her more time, buy them more time together. But she was tired of it all. Tired of being prodded with needles everyday, tired of having chemicals flushed through her bloodstream. And it was her body so as much as he hated it, he had to accept what she wanted. They would spend her time together at home and not in hospitals constantly. They could enjoy their time together pretending that she wasn’t ill.

Like they had last night.

Last night they had eaten his favourite meal and enjoyed each other, spending the night in each other’s arm and tenderly making love; something she’d struggled to be able to do for months. It had been glorious, a perfect evening together.

He rolled over in bed, intent on snuggling up with her and waking her up with kisses. Maybe today they go out. Not far, just maybe to the park. She liked it there. Spencer reached his hand out and stroked up and down her arm. She didn’t stir the way she would normally so he scooted closer, moving her hair to one side and placing his lips to the side of her neck.

It was then he felt it, how cold her skin was. He nudged her, gently at first and then more roughly as panic set in. Throwing the covers off completely he gripped her shoulders, pulling her from her side and onto her back, calling out her name as he did.

Nothing. There was no movement from her at all. No slow rise and fall of her chest, no soft snuffles escaping her lips. Her skin was paler and she looked different somehow, as if she wasn’t her anymore. And then it hit him. She wasn’t her anymore because she was no longer there. The beautiful soul that had occupied that broken body was gone.

Spencer swallowed deeply a few times before the sobs broke free and he clung to her, wrapping his arms around the lifeless body that was at his side. He thought they had longer together, thought they had at least a few more months. He thought he’d get to say goodbye.

Through the river of tears he saw it then. The envelope on her side of the bed, his name scrawled across it. And then the realisation. She had said goodbye last night. There was a reason last night had been so perfect, because she’d made it so knowing what was going to happen. Anger coursed through his veins and he let go, quickly climbing out of bed and pacing the room. He didn’t want to read the letter, didn’t want to know what it said.

All he wanted was her.

And she’d taken herself away from him without giving him chance to say goodbye. She was his everything, his all. And she hadn’t let him say goodbye.

He walked up and down, not wanting to look at her but not being able to look at anything else. What was he going to do now?

In a moment of sheer compulsion he walked to his closet and entered the six digit number into his safe. Pulling out his gun he quickly loaded it and placed the barrel into his mouth, his finger on the trigger. As soon as he tasted the cool metal he recoiled, knowing he couldn’t do it that. He let the gun fall to the floor and reached for his cell phone, dialing the only person he could think of right now.

“JJ…. Oh JJ, I need you. Please…. ” he sobbed out, his words choked and barely audible to her.

“Please come.”

He didn’t even wait for her to answer, letting the cell leave his hand too and join his weapon on the floor where he followed a few seconds after.

He curled into the fetal position and wept.

Zootopia Fanfiction: Star of Ceratais chapter 2: The Last Night of Normal

(AN/ Hey folks it’s Garouge/crewefox here with another chapter of Star of Ceratais. Ok I really want to thank everyone who has supported this new story so much within a week this story has amassed 143 followers, 109 faves and 70 reviews. Thank you from the bottom of my heart guys you really are great people and I hope you enjoy what’s to come. Oh and to answer a common question I’ve got this week Ceartais is a Irish Gaelic word for justice and it’s significance will be addressed in upcoming chapters. So without further ado let’s get cracking with this chapter…)

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Chapter 2- The final night of normal.

Hannah raised her paw and placed it under Robyn’s chin then guided her in for a kiss, Robyn could hardly believe what was happening, she closed her eyes and focused her other senses on the kiss. Hannah’s kiss was soft and sweet, just like her. Robyn’s heart was thundering along as she felt all the skin under her fur heat up, the butterflies in her stomach were dancing and her lips felt like they were melting. Hannah ended the kiss, pulled back before admitting shyly “I like you too.”

“You…you….you.” Robyn uttered, her head hazy from the kiss.

“I like you Robyn.” Hannah repeated, trying her best not to giggle at Robyn’s dumbfounded face.

Robyn’s face was a muddle of shock, confusion and celebration, she just didn’t know what to say. Her plan to ask out Hannah had never got past confessing her crush, there was no chance in hell she was going to admit she was in love, that would be a disaster. “Can you say that again?” she asked, pretty sure her voice was more shaky than usual.

“I like you,” Hannah smiled “I’ve always had a crush on you.”

“What?” Robyn squeaked “Hold on, you have a crush on me? Since when?”

“Honestly?” Hannah replied, looking at her feet “Since before I came out, long before actually…you were my first crush.”

“W-why didn’t you say anything?” Robyn reacted.

“I didn’t think you were into girls.” Hannah answered.

“Holy crap.” Robyn mumbled.

“Sooooooooooooo….” Hannah dragged, tilting her head and staring at Robyn with her aqua blue eyes “is this the part where you ask me something?”

“Oh yeah,” Robyn realised, she could hear her own racing heartbeat as she asked “You want to go out with me?”

“Of course you dummy.” Hannah answered before kissing Robyn again.

“I-I can’t believe this.” Robyn gave a lovesick grin.

“Well it’s a bit of a surprise for me too.” Hannah charmed, keeping her cool as she took hold of Robyn’s paw. “I have to ask though; who knows about you being Bi? I mean I’m your best friend and you didn’t tell me.”

“Only Luna and Kodi know.” Robyn revealed, loving the feel of Hannah’s paw.

“You haven’t told your parents?” Hannah nearly gasped.

“Look it was hard enough telling you.” Robyn jested.

“So when are you going to tell them?” Hannah wondered.

“My plan was to have you pick me up for a date and then kiss you in front of them.” Robyn joked, scratching her head awkwardly.

“That’s a wonderful idea.” Hannah complimented with a smile.

“Huh?” Robyn sounded, not believing that Hannah didn’t know she was joking.

“Skip the awkward coming out speech and just say ‘Hey this is my girlfriend’, your parents are cool so they won’t make a big deal out of it.” Hannah followed up. “I wish I had done that with my folks, would’ve been a lot easier.”

Robyn was about to protest but then actually thought about the option, Robyn knew that her Mom and Dad would have no problems with her being in a relationship with a girl, seeing a few of Judy’s siblings were gay and two same sex couples were close friends with the Wildes. Robyn could avoid all the anxiety and the uncomfortable confession by just showing up with introducing Hannah as her date. “Hmmm that ain’t a bad idea Savage.” Robyn grinned,

“So when do want to go out on a date?” Hannah asked, a little giddy.

“How about tonight? I kinda’ had this little fantasy where we would go for a nice meal in the Sapphire quarter of Sahara Square.” Robyn voiced her plan.

“That sounds amazing, but aren’t you grounded?” Hannah shot down.

“Crap, I forgot.” Robyn huffed.

“We can do it next week, don’t worry.” Hannah soothed.

“Wait, I got an idea.” Robyn smiled, getting her phone out of her jeans pocket. Right now she felt like the luckiest girl alive, she just hoped that this streak of luck would stay with her as she selected Luna’s number.


In the business sector of Savannah Central different skyscrapers rose like trees in a woodland, some were gaudy eyesores, some were well designed pieces of architecture but one particular building stuck out like a sore thumb it was Zootopia’s first skyscraper ironically called the Small tower after it’s architect a Echidna named Cuthbert Small who designed the building for a steel firm back in the 1920s but now it was all refurbished and the corporate headquarters of Dawson Tech. A company that was leading the way in healthcare technology, pharmaceuticals and more importantly augmented limbs for amputees, within four years the company had grown to unprecedented levels and consistently making profits while keeping drug costs down for the consumer. The CEO and chief engineer of the company was Olivia Dawson and she wasn’t like any other CEO in Zootopia or the rest of America, she implemented some very conscious rules but also some very odd ones. The first and most welcomed rule was a zero tolerance policy on discrimination of any type be it species, gender, sexuality, and religion but there were other rules like board member must take suggestions from staff and there was no dress code so you could either come in your best suit, pyjamas or cosplay if you wanted.

But as Luna Wilde stepped out of the elevator at the forty second floor, simply known as the lab she was wearing her best suit and holding two paper coffee cups and headed straight for the desk beside the lab entrance where a small pot belly pig barely out of his teens was typing away at a computer, he had very short white fur over him with black spots the most noticeable one was over his right eye. “Morning Pua.” Luna greeted brightly.

Pua looked up from his laptop, a little surprised “Oh good morning Miss Wilde, I didn’t hear the elevator.”

“Let me guess, you trying to organise Olivia’s crazy schedule?” Luna asked rhetorically with a laugh, passing the pig a cup of coffee “Hazelnut Latte with an expresso shot, just how you like it.”

“Thanks, you didn’t need to.” Pua replied gratefully, he was dressed in a casual white shirt and black shorts.

“I figured you need it with little miss tornado in there.” Luna chuckled, nodding at the lab entrance.

“Believe me Miss Dawson is a great boss, she’s kind and very caring,” Pua sighed “but she has more energy that any mammal I’ve ever met, I mean how can a person so small have that much fire in them?”

“Ha! She’s nothing compared to what she was like when we were kids, I remember one summer she modified my parents’ police cruiser so much it was like a tank and that was just with stuff she found laying around the precinct.” Luna reminisced.

“Sounds like her.” Pua replied before taking a swig of coffee.

“Is it cool for me to go in?” Luna asked, the manners instilled into her as a child would never die.

“Miss Wilde you own 10% of this company, you may go wherever you like.” Pua answered with a knowing grin.

“Thanks Pua,” Luna responded, putting her paw on the scanner beside the double door to the lab “and for the last time; please call me Luna.”

“Not going to happen Miss Wilde.” Pua bantered, as he went back to work.

Luna just shook her head as the door unlocked and she entered the lab, only to be met with the sound of very loud metal music and the clinical smell reminiscent of a surgical theatre. “Olivia?” Luna announced her presence, but received no answer. She walked by a glass case of robotic limbs of varying sizes and around the corner to see Olivia on a table top looking down a mouse sized microscope with a bank of rodent sized computer monitors next to the scope. The twenty two year old brown mouse had a wrapped lollipop tucked behind one of her heavily pierced ears, a simple white lab coat covered a red tartan dress with torn fishnet tights and had a multitude of necklaces hanging around her neck. “Hey!” Luna barked over the loud music.

Olivia looked up from the mircroscope and looked at Luna with a hint of surprise “Hey, I thought told you to swing by in the morning?” she queried, her Scottish accent sounding tired.

“It is the morning, it’s like 8am.” Luna tittered at the sleepy look on her best friend’s face as she hit a few keys on her computer to silence the music.

Olivia let out a groan then griped “Yet another night of sleep eludes me, I swear I’m starting to forget what my bed looks like.”

“Aww poor little genius.” Luna cooed “Anyway why’d you need me to come in? I thought we were meeting for drinks tomorrow?”

“We are but this couldn’t wait,” Olivia replied, sounding excited yet sleepy as she pressed a key on her computer, the large screen on the wall came on showing a schematic of what looked like a robotic insect “I finally cracked it.”

Luna’s eyes lit up with wonder and gasped “You finished the prototype!?”

“Prototypes,” Olivia corrected “I managed to make two batches last night; project steel blood is a go.”

“I can’t believe it,” Luna yipped “all your hard work has finally paid off. Medical assisting nanomachines, you’ll win a nobel prize for this!”

“It ain’t about the prizes,” Olivia said, sounding proud “it’s about who we can help. Think about it, cancer sufferers, mammals with HIV and Aids, we could change their lives.”

“So what did you program the nanomachines to do?” Luna asked, unable to tear her eyes away from the technical marvel.

“A simple command; adapt and survive.” Olivia answered.

“You do realise that medically that is the furthest thing from simple?” Olivia asked with a slight laugh.

“Meh.” Olivia shrugged “It’s only the prototypes.”

“I’m so happy for you, Olivia.” Luna expressed.

“Well I couldn’t have done it without your help, that’s why I’m crediting you as well when I announce it.” Olivia informed with a knowing smile.

“What?” Luna gawped “No, I didn’t do anything important I just gave you some pointers.”

“You taught me how the nanomachines can act with white blood cells, hormones and enzymes. Without you I would’ve probably ended up making something that would kill a patient.” Olivia pointed out “You’re getting some credit for this whether you like or not.”

“…Thank you.” Luna replied timidly.

“Anyway there’s something else I need to talk to you about.” Olivia changed the subject as well as her facial expression, it was one of worry “I got some intel on Rosethorn robbery from Marian, seems the same thieves just arrived in Zootopia.”

“My Nan gave you this intel? Where did she hack into this time?” Luna asked, fully aware of Marian Wilde’s alter ego.

“The aviation authority’s network, seems like the same plane that the thieves used in Scotland landed in Zootopia yesterday morning.” Olivia relayed “These bastards stole all my data and the only working model of the Elixir system and bet my vinyl collection that there in Zootopia to attempt another raid.”

“What are you going to do?” Luna asked, guessing that her friend had already formulated a plan.

“Easy I’m going to track the lowlifes, Marian locked onto to one of the thieves’ phones so that a certain Metal Vigilante can welcome them to the neighbourhood.” Olivia voiced her plan with a little devilment in her voice.

“So I shouldn’t be surprised if I hear reports of Spitfire on the TV tonight?” Luna asked rhetorically.

“I could use another pair of paws on this, you sure I can’t persuade you to suit up for old times’ sake?” Olivia queried cheekily.

“No.” Luna said flatly, but her amber eyes looked sorrowful.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” Olivia apologised.

“It’s ok, I miss the old days to. It’s hard to think it’s been four years.” Luna remembered with a sad smile.

“I just keep imagining that Andraste will make a heroic comeback.” Olivia hoped.

“Andraste is dead, the only way I can help folks now is as Dr. Wilde not as some mad vixen with a bow.” Luna said, trying to remain positive “Besides with work, hanging out with you and Aleks I’ve got no time to be a super hero.”

“How are things going with tall, grey and handsome?” Olivia probed, hungry for gossip.

“He’s so sweet, he had a candle lit dinner ready for me when I got home from my parents’ place. I’m thinking of asking him to move in with me.” Luna admitted.

“After only three months? Damn it must be love.” Olivia joked.

“Well he spends most nights at mine anyway, his apartment is like a shoebox and yeah I do love him.” Luna justified, realising how much Aleks meant to her.

“Well before you give him a key you best introduce your Romeo to your parents.” Olivia advised

“Do I have to?” Luna whined, the prospect of introducing Aleks as her boyfriend was daunting to say the least.

“What are you going to do? Wait for when you’re walking down the aisle with lover boy to say to your parents 'Hey this is your very soon to be son in law’?” Olivia badgered, knowing Luna was avoiding the conversation with her parents.

“Ok, ok.” Luna gave in “I’ll talk to Aleks later then see if Mom and Dad want to come out to dinner, I’ll have to make a nice public restaurant so Dad can’t make a scene.”

“There you go, I bet it won’t be so bad, besides I’m sure your Dad’s mellowed a bit by now.” Olivia assured, taking out the lollipop from behind her ear and unwrapping it.

“Ugh, I wish.” Luna grimaced, picturing her Dad’s reaction.

“So what happened with Robyn yesterday? You said something about a fight at her school” Olivia wondered, popping the cherry flavour confection in her mouth.

Luna was about to answer when her phone began to ring, she pulled it out of her suit pocket to see it was in fact her little sister calling “Speak of the devil,” Luna commented before answering the call “Hey Robbie.”

“Hey Lu.” Robyn greeted and instantly the older Wilde sister noticed that the younger was excited about something.

“Everything ok?” Luna asked, pondering whether Robyn had asked out Hannah.

“So I need a favour, a pretty big one actually.” Robyn opened.

“Ok shoot.” Luna replied.

“I need you to convince Mom and Dad to unground me for tonight.” Robyn requested.

Luna wondered why Robyn had asked for such a thing but answered “I can give it a shot, but I’m going to need a reason to give them.”

“I have a date with Hannah that I can’t miss.” Robyn revealed sounding giddy.

“Oh my god!” Luna squealed with joy “Robbie I knew you could do it! Don’t you worry I can make it happen.”


Judy wasn’t focusing on her surroundings, the bunny’s mind was still on her daughter’s brawl the day before, part of her knew that she needed to give her kit space to sort this out on her own but then again her maternal instinct wanted to get to the bottom of the problem so she could protect Robyn from it. She was only brought out of her thoughts when a voice spoke “So in closing; our ZPD overseas recruitment initiative has been a great success and I propose we make it an annual practice.” Commissioner Mason Bogo said in his usual deep tone.

“I see no problem with that, how about you Judy?” Mayor Trevor Moon asked for the chief’s opinion, the 78 year old wolf looking dapper as ever.

“Y-yeah, the recruits from Europe have been great.” Judy answered, caught a little unawares. The three were sat in Judy’s office at precinct 1 for their monthly meeting, the formal stuff only took about half an hour so the rest of the time the three friends would just catch up.

“Something wrong Chief Wilde?” Bogo asked, his cop gut telling him something was bothering the rabbit.

“It’s just something dumb with my youngest kit.” Judy tried to brush off.

“Little Robyn? Why what’s wrong with the little firecracker?” Trevor asked, concerned due to knowing the girl since she was born.

“She got in a fight with another girl at school.” Bogo answered instead of Judy.

“How’d you know that?” Judy asked instantly.

“Benjamin saw it on furbook, he is the king of gossip after all.” Bogo answered, used to his husband’s habits “By the sounds of it Robyn handled herself well, you should be proud.”

“It’s not about the fight, it’s about the reason for the fight, she wouldn’t tell me or Nick what it was about.” Judy complained.

“Didn’t you used to do the same at her age?” Trevor theorised.

“Of course I got into fights but it was always for a just reason.” Judy stated.

“Then there’s no reason to think that Robyn’s reason was unjust, she’s a lot like you.” Bogo countered.

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” Judy sighed.

The conversation was halted by a rapping on the office door Judy turned and said loudly “Come in.”

The door opened slightly before the smiling face of Luna Wilde popped out “Hey Mom.” The young doctor greeted brightly.

“Luna,” Judy replied, happy to see her daughter “I can’t remember the last time you came by the precinct.”

“Must’ve been when I was still chief.” Bogo smiled as the vixen walked in.

“My word, I felt old when I got up this morning but seeing you all grown up now makes me feel ancient.” Trevor joked as he got to his feet and went over to the young woman.

“Oh Trevor, you’re still the most spry and dashing wolf in Zootopia.” Luna played along, getting on her tip toes to kiss the wolf on the cheek.

“Flatterer.” Trevor replied smugly.

“If I remember correctly the last time you were in this office you pranked me.” Bogo remembered, kneeling down to hug Luna.

“Oh yeah,” Luna recalled, hugging the big buffalo back “I hid in one of your filing cabinets and frightened you with a Halloween mask while my Dad filmed you.”

Judy suppressed a laugh before saying “Then he posted to youtube.”

“Which resulted in him being put on parking duty for a month.” Bogo finished sounding victorious.

“How are the twins?” Luna asked, Mason and Benjamin had adopted two jaguar boys six years ago and it turns out both cops were natural fathers who enjoyed every second with their sons.

“Well Arthur is starting karate lessons this week and Alan is obsessed with his latest science project for school, both of them have so much energy me and Benjamin can barely keep up.” Bogo gushed like any doting dad would.

“Give them a hug from me will you?” Luna asked happily.

“I’ll make sure of it,” Bogo acknowledged “right Mayor shall we leave the chief and her daughter to it?”

“I think we shall, goodbye you two.” Trevor bid farewell as he walked out of the office.

“Oh Wilde one last thing, I’ve scheduled a meeting Monday morning with Skye to discuss if the MCB can help with the Spitfire case, can you be at city hall for then?” Bogo asked, unbeknownst to both high ranking officers Luna froze and started to scream internally at the mention of Spitfire, the very vigilante Luna was best friends with.

“Sure thing, I’d love her opinion on this case.” Judy complied with a nod to which the commissioner nodded back before closing the door and leaving the mother and daughter alone.

“Did he just say Spitfire? I thought that was some silly urban legend.” Luna questioned, acting casual and unbelieving.

“No it’s true the ZPD has opened a case file on this 'Spitfire’ character, some security footage was passed onto us from City Hall, this legend is very much real.” Judy informed “Never mind all that, what brings you here? Is everything ok?”

“Don’t worry nothing’s wrong,” Luna eased her mom’s nerves “I have a proposition for you.”

“What kind of proposition?” Judy asked in return with an arched eyebrow.

“I will give you the juiciest bit of news regarding my romantic life in exchange for a favour.” Luna offered, flashing a smile reminiscent of Nick.

“Romantic life?! You have a boyfriend?” Judy yipped with glee, clapping her paws together.

“I’m not saying another word until you grant my favour.” Luna bartered.

“Name it.” Judy responded, literally bouncing up and down with anticipation.

“I need you and Dad to unground Robyn for one night so she can go on a date.” Luna informed.

“Robyn’s got a date?! With who?” Judy gasped, overjoyed that both her girls were being courted.

“You’ll find out tonight when her date picks her up at 7pm, they’ll be back home by 10.30 I guarantee it, do we have a deal?” Luna baited, noticing the excited look in her mom’s eyes.

“Deal!” Judy said way too loudly and way too quickly “Now tell me about this guy your dating.”

Luna’s mind filled with images of Aleks as she smiled “Well he’s a fox, no surprise there. He’s softly spoken and sweet, such a gentlemammal and…I can’t believe I’m telling you this but I think, you know, he might be the one.”

“Oh sweetie.” Judy reacted with sincerity, her paws taking hold of the vixen’s.

“I want you, Dad and Luna to meet him this weekend, I was thinking we could all go to a nice restaurant in the rainforest district together…just please try and reign in Dad, you know how he can get.” Luna gave her concerns, she really wanted the first impression to go well.

“Let me deal with your father, tell Robyn she can have her date too.” Judy promised.

“Thanks mom, I’ll text her now. You’re the best.” Luna replied, kissing her mom on the cheek before leaving the very happy bunny in her office to run the precinct.

Luna was hallway to the parking lot and had already text her sister telling her the good news when she spotted someone very familiar to her across the foyer. He was slim built fox with silver fur in his early twenties with a pair of gentle but focused eyes framed by a pair of designer glasses, he was obviously a SWAT officer owed to the fact that he wore combat trousers and a black ZPD t shirt which body armour could cover over easily. This fox was Aleks Rojek, precinct 1’s latest recruit and the mammal who had a hold on Luna’s heart and his heart belonged to her. Luna was about to walk over to him when she spotted someone else approaching her boyfriend.

“Rojek.” Nick Wilde called out, holding a mug of coffee. Luna saw her dad and made a quick escape to the stairwell to avoid any awkwardness.

Aleks turned to the source of the voice and as soon as he saw a superior officer was addressing him he stood up straight, saluted Nick and replied with a clear “Captain.”

“Easy with the saluting rookie,” Nick laughed off “you ain’t in the academy anymore.”

“My apologies sir, your customs are still a little strange to me.” Aleks reacted, he spoke perfect English but his Polish accent was clear to hear.

“Don’t worry you’ll get used to us crazy Americans soon enough.” Nick grinned “Anyway I didn’t get to compliment you yesterday.”

“Compliment, sir?” Aleks asked, unsure of what his captain meant.

“The way you handle yourself during that drug raid yesterday, you kept a level head and were always looking out for your fellow officers.” Nick praised “I’ve seen so many newbie SWAT officers go into a raid and be trigger happy but not you, I like that.”

“We’re handling weapons that can kill Captain, to use a gun so recklessly would be betraying the badge.” Aleks explained, pointing at Nick’s shield on his breast pocket.

“Damn your just like Carrots when she was a newbie.” Nick chuckled.

“Carrots, sir?” Aleks queried.

“Chief Wilde, when we first met she sounded exactly like you, you keep being you Rojek and you’ll go far.” Nick smiled, patting the younger fox on the shoulder before walking up the stairs to his wife’s office, leaving the worried Aleks wondering how Nick would react to him dating Luna.


Nick’s good mood did not last, as soon as he went to see Judy to discuss some cases his overly jubilant wife had dropped not one but two bombshells; that Robyn was going on a date tonight with a unknown boy and Luna was currently dating some mysterious guy. It irked Nick that Judy was so happy for the girls when all Nick felt was dread, dread that his two baby girls were about to have their hearts broken by two callous and despicable boys, he knew these unknown dates were after one thing because it was the same thing he was after at that age. He always wondered why the fathers of all the girls he dated as a young fox were so apprehensive of him but now he knew he didn’t want his daughters getting hurt it any shape or form. Now Judy had given Nick a firm warning about not going into his 'Nightmare Dad’ mode, not to threaten the suitors, not to do a background check on them (Which he couldn’t seeing as the girls had very cleverly not revealed their names) and under no circumstances was he to wave his tranq pistol in their faces to intimidate them. It was bad enough for Nick when Luna graduated high school early just after her 15th birthday due to her gifted intelligence, she was too young to move into college dorms so he thought Luna would avoid the sleazy college frat boys which thankfully Luna never socialized with, but soon enough she managed to find foxes her own age and instigated relationships, Luna was confident and beautiful it was easy for her to ensnare a date, it was Nick’s worst nightmare.

At this moment in time Nick was preparing a thai prawn curry for him and Judy to eat when Luna entered through the front door using her spare key, carrying a large bag from Furever 21 and wearing an elated look on her face “Hey Dad.” She said, closing the door.

“Kiddo,” Nick gave a half assed smile “what’s with the bags?”

“These are for Robyn, so she’ll look even more beautiful for her date.” Luna answered, clocking onto her father’s lame attempt at being gleeful.

“Oh…” Nick sounded “So who is this guy that’s taking Robyn out on the town?”

“No comment.” Luna smirked as she made her way down the hallway to her sister’s room.

“Crap.” Nick mumbled to him-self, he looked at his watch Judy said she was going to put a couple of hours at the gym so she might not be back when Robyn’s date arrives “Screw it.” Nick said, setting down the chilli peppers he was slicing and heading to his room to get his bow, arrows and his baseball bat. Judy told him not to threaten Robyn’s date but she didn’t say that he couldn’t show off his weapons.

Meanwhile Luna opened the door to Robyn’s bedroom “Hey I got you a surprise!” she announced holding up the bag.

Robyn who was lying on her bed reading a chapter of 'Lord of the Flies’ for her literature class “What kind of surprise?” Robyn asked looking at her sister with suspicion.

“Ok don’t freak out,” Luna answered grinning like a Cheshire cat as she pulled out an eggshell blue dress with thin straps “I got you a dress! It’ll go great with your fur colour.”

Robyn’s eyes bulged at the dress, it was a pretty dress to be sure, but a dress all the same and Robyn detested wearing them “There is no way I’m wearing that!” Robyn defied, standing up, mortified that her sister was attempting to make her more fashionable.

Luna had expected this reaction but was undeterred “C'mon you’ll look gorgeous.” She tried to sway her sister.

Robyn crossed her arms and stated “Not happening.”

Luna then locked the bedroom door and sniggered devilishly “Yes you are.”

Five minutes later Robyn was stood up defeated, feeling like a fool and clothed in the dress, which she did look amazing in. Luna had a face of pure smugness as she got out a make up bag and held up some mascara “Now for some mascara.” She grinned.

“You touch me with that I’ll break your arm.” Robyn threatened, her face like thunder.

“Oh don’t pout.” Luna responded.

“I appreciate all this Lu,” Robyn sighed “but I was just going to go in some jeans and a t shirt.”

“You’re telling me that you have a date with the girl of your dreams and you’re going to dress like every other day?” Luna asked in a judging tone.

“Well yeah, let my natural beauty do all the work.” Robyn replied.

“Don’t you think Hannah’s going to make an effort and dress up?” Luna pressured.

“…I guess.” Robyn conceded.

“So are you going to let me do this?” Luna asked, holding up the mascara pen.

After a few seconds Robyn let out a quiet “Fine.”

Back in the open plan living room/kitchen Nick had placed his high tech bow and an assortment of arrows on the table so they were clear to see, Nick looked at the time on his phone it was nearly 7pm and Robyn’s date would be here at any moment. “Little punk, coming to take my baby out.” Nick quietly growled to himself, holding onto his baseball bat. “I’ll take him out with this if he tries anything.” The over protective dad was considering calling in a favour with Jack or Finnick to see if they could track this Casanova in the Sapphire Quarter. Just then a knock at the front door came dragging Nick from his plotting, Nick gripped the bat tighter as he went to the door and opened with his spare paw. He opened the door wearing a stern face but it vanished as soon as he saw who was standing there, it was his goddaughter Hannah Savage wearing an expensive looking black dress coupled with her signature kind smile, in her paws was a bouquet of pink peonies that looked like they came straight from the florists. “Hannah?” Nick asked, still not figuring it out.

“Hi Nick,” Hannah replied before looking at the baseball bat and asking “you off to the batting cages?”

“Oh this,” Nick replied, a tad embarrassed, he leant the bat against the wall “it’s nothing. Come in.”

“Thanks,” Hannah said, walking and noticing the bow and arrows on the table “sorting out your archery equipment huh? My Mom goes mental when Dad does that in our kitchen.”

“Uh, yeah. I was just tuning up my bow.” Nick lied but he had to ask “So is this a double date thing with Robyn or something?”

Hannah stopped herself from laughing at her oblivious godfather and answered “Not exactly.”

In that second Judy, dressed in her gym gear, bounded through the open doorway and greeted “Hi.” But was not expecting to see Hannah holding flowers “Oh Hannah, what are you doing here?”

“Well…” Hannah began but ceased talking when a jittery Robyn appeared from the hallway with an excited looking Luna behind her.

“H-hey.” Robyn stammered, her nerves wracking and feeling like an idiot in this dress.

Hannah’s aqua blue eyes absorbed the beauty Robyn that was radiating from her right now, if Hannah was smitten before she was definitely hooked now “You look beautiful.” Hannah breathed.

“Thanks you look amazing too.” Robyn replied with shyness.

Hannah took a step forward and handed Robyn the bunch of peonies “I got you these, you always said they were your favourite.” She charmed.

“Thank you.” Robyn smiled, touched by the sweet gesture. Now or never Wilde she mentally rallied before biting the bullet, leaning in and kissing her girlfriend on the lips, she pulled back to see a pair of flummoxed faces on her parents, she then nervously added “I think you already know my girlfriend.”

(AN/ How will Nick and Judy react!? What did you guys think!? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE Review! Next time on Star of Ceartais Robyn and Hannah go on their first date, we catch up with Spitfire and the MM gang and tragedy strikes Zootopia. Please review and C YA SOON!)

channie-pcy-deactivated20170323  asked:

10 with chanyeol please! Much love 💕☺️

You have to give your best friend some credit; she simply had a talent for something you could never accomplish yourself.

And that talent was children.

Communicating with them, playing with them, taking care of them, all of these things were part of your friend, Eunhee’s, career as an elementary school teacher. She could simply connect with them on a level you could never understand.

You, on the other hand, weren’t so blessed in the kid department.

It wasn’t that you were terrible with children, but you certainly didn’t have a habit of making deep connections with them. It was something you admired, but secretly envied about your best friend.

Today, you had received a text during your lunch break at work that Eunhee needed a hand moving several boxes into her new classroom.

Sent: Why can’t you ask another staff member? I’m sure there is at least one male teacher who can move all of your textbooks and supplies for you.

Eunhee: I just got hired here a few weeks ago and barely know anyone. It’d be so awkward. Pleeeease?

Sent: Alright, fine. But you owe me an ice cream run for this.

Eunhee: Deal

You sighed, disappointed that you let yourself give up another meal so easily. You packed your office belongings and signed out before heading to the parking garage and driving in the direction of Eunhee’s school.

When you arrived, it wasn’t long at all before your ears were so graciously welcomed by the nightmarish shrieks and screams of the children in Eunhee’s classroom. You warily slid the wooden door open, the cacophonous noise of children causing your ears to ring in discomfort. You saw Eunhee kneeling next to a bookshelf, attempting to comfort a sobbing child. She quickly looked over her shoulder and nodded for you to come closer. You looked to the side to see the classroom in mass hysteria: crayons and colored paper being thrown in all directions, a boy holding a teddy bear just out of reach of a seriously pissed off little girl, and one poor kid attempting to get a significant amount of tacky glue off of his arms.

“Seems like you really needed the help, then.” You gave Eunhee a wide-eyed, sympathetic look as she stood up.

“You have no idea.” She rubbed her temples, sighing in distress. “Can you move those three boxes into the closet a few doors down from my classroom? They’re extras and- Kwangmin I said not to eat that! Don’t put that in your mouth!-

You turned your attention to the back of the glass where a rather chubby little boy was angling a bottle of glue, preparing to dunk its sticky white contents down his throat. He paused in his actions as soon as he heard Eunhee’s yells.

“Sorry about that- it’s a new class, which means new teaching strategies.” She turned back to you with a huff, “I don’t have enough storage to keep those boxes in here and they’re taking up too much space.”

“Sure, I can do that.” You smiled at her reassuringly and she left you to tend to the three cardboard boxes, strutting across the room to stop the one called Kwangmin from ingesting the bottle of glue.

You blinked several times, trying to wrap your head around why anyone would want to put themselves through this kind of hell and call it a career, but you knew that this was Eunhee’s speciality, and you were pretty damn sure there was nothing she couldn’t handle.

You turned your attention back to the boxes, but as you leaned to pick them up, you came to the irritating realization that they were about thirty pounds heavier than you thought they were. After an excessive amount of effort, you lifted them to stack on top of each other before heaving them into your arms. With the boxes pressed against your cheek and your vision obscured, you staggered out of the noisy classroom and out into the hallway.

Geezus, what in the world does an elementary school teacher keep in these things that makes them so damn heavy?

You turned stumbled up and down the hall, trying to locate where the storage closet was with little success. The strain on your arms was beginning to wear at your strength, and you began to pick up your speed in an attempt to reach your aimless destination quicker.

You were panting as you rounded a corner, the muscles in your arms just about to give out when-


You crashed right into a wall.

“Oh my god, are you okay?”

A wall that apparently, talked.

“Here, let me take some of those off your hands.”

The voice that sounded in front of you was surprisingly deep, smooth even. It then hit you that you had, in fact, run into another human being. A significant amount of pressure was released from your arms, and your shoulders lifted with the new sense of relief.

With two of the boxes no longer covering your vision, your eyes looked up to meet a pair of large, gleaming brown ones. The man’s attractiveness physically caught you off guard and you jerked backwards, dropping the remaining box in your arms as a result.

“Oh, god, I’m sorry- I should’ve taken that one as well.” The stranger knelt down to the ground, placing the boxes he was carrying on the floor and placing third one onto the stack.

You could only stare at his movements in shock. He shuffled to pick up the hefty cargo, and you used the moment to take in his appearance.

He was handsome with a capital H. And it made your heartbeat quicken at a painful rate.

His hair was a wavy chestnut, and his curls formed little wisps that framed his large, black glasses. He was tall, tall enough to make you feel intimidated if it wasn’t for his gentle demeanor. He had on a simple button-up with rolled up sleeves, along with a pair of dark skinny jeans that accentuated his height, especially now that he was standing up.

Oh god, he’s standing up.

You shook yourself from your thoughts, mentally scolding yourself for being such a whimsical flirt.

“No- It was my- But I- You didn’t-” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, centering your attention on getting a coherent sentence out in your flustered state. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to run into you. You certainly don’t have to carry those for me-”

“No, it’s fine,” His smile was radiant, internally melting you into a puddle. “These are headed for the storage closet, right?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but your words failed you. You simply nodded.

He smiled again and nodded for you to follow him down the hall as he began to walk away. As he turned his back, you smacked yourself in the forehead several times. You had never wanted to disappear out of pure embarrassment so badly before.

You trailed behind the handsome stranger for a little while before he stopped in front of a pair of double doors. He slid them open with his foot and disappeared inside for a few moments. You could only stare down at your hands, twiddling your thumbs and mentally kicking yourself over and over. Once he returned, he closed the door and held out his hand, gesturing back the way you had come.

“My name is Chanyeol, by the way. Can I walk you back to the class?”

“Oh, um sure,” You dipped your head in gratitude. “I don’t work here though, I’m just here to help a friend of mine.”

“Oh, I’m not a teacher either,” Chanyeol grinned sheepishly at the floor as the two of you began to make your way back to Eunhee’s classroom. “My brother has a kid that goes here, and he needed me to pick him up.”

“Really? What’s his kid’s name?”

You and Chanyeol made it to the classroom door, the chaotic noise greeting you as you pulled it open.

“Kwang-” Chanyeol’s face fell as soon as he looked out across the classroom, just in time to see the kid that Eunhee had stopped from chugging glue earlier, puking up a cream-colored substance all over the carpeted floor.


Eunhee was immediately at the kid’s side, helping him breathe during his relapse of regurgitation.  Chanyeol wasted no time in darting across the space to be at his side. You pulled out your phone, ready to call for an ambulance as you watched the two adults frantically tend to the sickly child.

Several minutes later, you could finally let out a sigh of relief at the situation being resolved. Eunhee said there was no need for an ambulance, as Chanyeol had tended to the kid himself, making sure he was able to breathe properly, and even spending several minutes calming the child down. You had never seen a man speak so coaxingly to children before. If Chanyeol wasn’t already causing your heart to flutter, that certainly did the trick.

Chanyeol had called his brother over, and he was able to take poor Kwangmin home. Eunhee rushed back to her classroom to settle the impending chaos, leaving you and Chanyeol alone at the front gate of the school.

There was an awkward, tensioned silence between the two of you, but Chanyeol broke it as he noticed how stressed you looked.

“Are you alright? You look extremely pale.” He put his hands delicately on your shoulders, his expression coated in concern.

“No- I’m alright. I’ve just… Had a very stressful day.” You couldn’t help but admit to yourself that you were feeling lightheaded. “I came here as soon as Eunhee asked me to, so I didn’t have a chance to eat lunch-”

“Let me take you to get something to eat, then.” His tone was evidently worried.

“No, Chanyeol, it’s really okay, I don’t have my wallet on me-” You did your best to shrug off his hands from your shoulders, but they remained firmly in place.

He shook his head, shooting down your protests. “It’ll be on me, it’s the least I can do after the incident my friend’s kid caused. But, there is a way you can pay me back for the meal.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion.

“I’ve told you my name, but you never told me yours.” His lips curled up into a cheeky grin and you couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a short laugh.

“It’s (y/n),” You couldn’t help it, his smile was contagious.

“Alright then, Ms. (y/n), I know a great noodle shop just down the street from here. Allow me to be your chauffeur.” Chanyeol backed away from you just enough to do a faux, formal bow.

He then straightened himself and extended his arm for you to take.

“Sounds delightful.”  You looped your arm around his elbow, letting him lead you towards the parking lot.

You had to stop yourself from gaping once you made it to his car. A sleek, silver Mercedes Benz. Chanyeol ushered you to the passenger side and opened the door for you like a gentleman. You nodded your thanks and scooted inside, the silky black leather enveloping you with a sense of luxury. Once he made it into the driver’s seat, Chanyeol looked to you and sent you a soft smile. You returned it, not expecting what he did next: in the blink of an eye, Chanyeol had leaned in abnormally close to you, reaching behind you for the seatbelt.

Your cheeks heated instantly as you felt his body warmth radiating off of him. Chanyeol then pulled the seatbelt over your shoulders and locked it into place with a sharp click.

He shifted back into his seat with a charismatic smile. “All set?”

“All set.” You prayed to God that your voice didn’t give away how flustered you were in that moment. “Let me text Eunhee that I’m going out for lunch.”

Chanyeol nodded to you as he started the car. You quickly unlocked your phone and began typing to your best friend.

Sent: Heading out to lunch with Chanyeol, the guy you met earlier. I should be back in a half-hour <3

Eunhee: Go get ‘em, tiger~ He comes to pick up Kwangmin regularly, so I know you’re in good hands. He’s a keeper, (y/n)

Sent: What makes you say that?

Eunhee: You know what they say~

Sent: ..?

Eunhee: Ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.

Originally posted by takeachansoo

A/N: I got sooooo carried away with this but rn I am in intense pain and only thoughts of my darling bias can console me. I hope this turned out alright for you hun!! (couldn’t find a gif of Chanyeol in glasses rip) I wanted to get something posted before the school week began to I hope this can make up for a lack of DA at least a little bit x~x