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EXO / They realize they’re in love with you

Request: Can you please write an Exo reaction ‘realizing they’re falling in love with you’? Like after dating for a while or being friends you know stuff like that? Thank you and have a nice day!            

this was so much fun to write omg thank you for requesting this, hope you enjoy!! 🖤


Originally posted by theseoks

Ever since you and Minseok started dating, you two decided that no matter how busy you both were, you had to spend Friday nights together. And in order to make that possible, both of you pissed off a lot of friends who wanted to hang out with you. So, in return, they constantly teased you both about being whipped, despite only being together for two months.

This was another one of those Friday nights, when the two of you were cuddling on your couch, watching Harry Potter movies, while your phones were turned off.

“You know,” Minseok said while Harry and Ron flew into the Whomping Willow on the TV. “This is my favorite part of the week.”

“Watching Harry Potter?” you asked teasingly.

He smiled. “No. Being with you.”

Your smile widened as you turned your head to place a soft kiss on his cheek. “Well, you’re my favorite part of the day. Every day.”

He laughed at this. “Do you always have to beat me in everything?”

You nodded, still smiling.

Minseok’s heart almost started to beat out of his chest because of the sudden warmth that spread through his body when he realized that there was no place in the world where he’d rather be right now. He’d never leave this couch and your teasing smile even if someone offered him a free ticket to Hawaii or the moon.

“I love you,” he said, not able to hold it in any longer. “Beat this.”

Your eyes opened wider and your heart started to beat faster immediately after he said it. Not replying anything just yet, you leaned in to kiss his lips, putting everything you felt into the kiss that was warm and soft but still left you both breathless.

Then you pulled away and looked at him with the widest smile possible, ready to one-up him again. “I love you more.”


Originally posted by kingjunmyeonn

Junmyeon has been working the whole day with barely any breaks. He was exhausted but he didn’t want to go home before he finished doing everything that he started when he first came to the studio this morning.

Suddenly, his phone started to ring. He could have sworn he had put it on silent and yet it was still ringing. He picked it up, annoyed until he saw your name as the caller’s ID and that forced his heart to warm up instantly.

“Yeah, Y/n?” he picked up the call.

“I’m outside your door right now,” you said. “I brought you food but I’m freezing my ass out here and no one is letting me in, so I assume you’re the only one still awake. Please, come unlock the door.”

He checked the clock on the wall in front of him. It was 1:35am, and you brought him food, fighting the risk of catching a cold in this weather or worse, being attacked by some lunatic.

“I’ll be right there,” Junmyeon said, his voice suddenly quiet.

He tried to gather himself together as he flew down the stairs to the front door. The sight he saw through the glass door – you waiting for him, with paper bags filled with food, in the middle of the night – forced him to stop for a moment due to an overwhelming amount of thoughts running through his head. The memory that it was freezing cold outside, however, forced him to start walking again a second later.

He opened the door finally, ushering you inside quickly.

“I should have worn a warmer coat,” you said, visibly shaking. “Anyway, I’m sorry I disturbed your work but I knew you’ve been locked up in the studio the whole day and you always forget to eat when you do that, so I—”

“I’m going to marry you.”

“—brought you food. What did you just say?”

“I said I’m going to marry you,” Junmyeon repeated a lot more confidently. “Not right this moment, of course. But one day in the future, I promise you that.”

“I’m…” you tried to say something but you were too flushed and overcome with emotion that you couldn’t form sentences anymore. “Where did this come from?”

“It just did,” he shrugged his shoulders. “I realize that I don’t want anyone else. You’re the one for me and I’m not letting you go. Now, come on. Let’s warm you up, I don’t want you to catch a cold.”


Originally posted by exo-m

He was halfway across the world from you and seemed to always forget the time difference. And yet, you always answered whenever he called you. Which is why, it was 3am on a school night, and instead of sleeping, you were on the phone with him.

“—and then he told me I was annoying him. Me! How could I ever annoy anyone?” Yixing finished telling you a story about a rude stage manager that he encountered in Shanghai.

“I honestly don’t know,” you answered and then tried to cover up a yawn, but failed.

“Am I—oh shit, what time is it there for you?” he asked, suddenly realizing.

“It’s, uh, a little after three,” you said, awkwardly.

“3 PM?”

You stayed quiet for a moment before answering, knowing he’ll freak out once you do. “No. 3 AM.”

“Oh my God,” Yixing gasped. “I’m so sorry. I woke you up, didn’t I? Why didn’t you turn off your phone when you went to bed?”

“Because I knew you’d call,” you said before you realized how it sounded.

He stayed quiet on the other end and you started to regret being this honest.

“Y-you don’t turn off your phone because you’re waiting for me to call?” he asked, slowly, still not fully understanding what you had just told him.

“Yeah,” you answered simply. “We don’t see each other when you’re away, so talking on the phone is the only way for me to hear your voice.”

You heard him swallow on the other end and another moment of silence followed. Yixing couldn’t decipher his thoughts and couldn’t seem to find the right words to express what he was feeling right now. He has never been with anyone this dedicated, and consequently, he realized that he has never felt these feelings before, either.

“I’m flying home tomorrow,” he said suddenly.

“What?” you asked, confused. “But your tour isn’t over for two more weeks.”

“Y/n,” Yixing said. “I’m flying home to tell you that I love you.”


Originally posted by squynhty

You and Baekhyun have been friends for almost five years. He treasured you like you were the most important person in his life, and he always thought that you meant so much to him because he knew you for such a long time. But then he realized that he never felt the same way about the other members. Or any other friend he had. Sure, he loved them. But not in the same way.

It took him long enough to finally put the name on the feelings he had for you, but once he did, he got scared of them. He didn’t know if he should tell you because this way, he’d risk ruining your friendship and he couldn’t bear to lose you. Just the thought of losing touch with you was breaking his heart.

So, he started to show you his real feelings in subtle ways to see how you’ll react.

One night, after you returned from a movie night at the cinema that Baekhyun had invited you to, you got ready to head to sleep but saw your phone ringing. You picked it up but frowned in confusion when you saw that the caller’s ID read “BAE(khyun)”. Slowly, you picked the call up.

“Um,” you started. “Did you change your contact name on my phone?”

“I don’t understand the question,” Baekhyun answered.

“You do realize that the ‘Bae’ in your name doesn’t sound the same as the actual word ‘bae’, right?” you asked.

Baekhyun didn’t pay attention to anything you said. Instead, he focused on the fact that you didn’t protest about the name change too much. And although this was a small sign, this gave him hope. He took in a deep breath and decided to do something that would cause irreparable damage to your friendship.

“I called because I wanted to offer you to do something crazy this weekend,” he said, ignoring your question.

“Crazy sounds interesting. What do you have in mind?” you asked, suddenly curious.

“Go on a date with me.”

You forgot to breathe for a good minute. “That does sound crazy.”

“Oh,” Baekhyun started to panic. “How about we do another crazy thing and play a game where we forget I ever asked this?”

“How would I say yes to the date if we’re supposed to forget you asked?”

“How would—wait what?” he perked up. “You’re saying yes?”

“Depends,” you were teasing him now. “Which crazy thing are you proposing – the date or the ‘let’s forget this’ game?”

“The date. Definitely the date.”

“Then I’m saying yes,” you shrugged your shoulders. “And, for future reference, it’s not even that crazy.”

“It’s not?”  Baekhyun asked, desperately trying not to crush his phone from excitement.

“Chanyeol told me that you had feelings for me,” you admitted. “So, that gave me time to sort my own feelings out. And I do want to go on a date with you.”

“I’m so glad,” he replied, still smiling, although his eye was starting to twitch. “Now would you excuse me? I have to go murder a certain tall person who can’t keep his mouth shut. But I’ll call you after.”


Originally posted by dayafterdae

He was doing the third (and final, thankfully) interview of the day, answering the same questions over and over again, and still trying to smile and look alive.

Thankfully, the interview wasn’t live, so he had time to complain to you via text messages during short breaks. You always knew what to say to cheer him up, and he had no idea what he would have been doing if it weren’t for you.

“Let’s analyze this situation,” Jongdae heard Baekhyun’s voice and raised his head from his phone to look at him in confusion. “Jongdae has his phone in his hand. He’s texting. There’s a smile on his face. Sorry, but I can only come up with one conclusion. You’re texting Y/n, aren’t you?”

Jongdae couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his face at the mention of your name.

“Behold, our next Sherlock Holmes,” he said, making Baekhyun smile triumphantly.

“You don’t have to be Sherlock Holmes to figure this out,” he told Jongdae. “Ever since your first date you never stopped smiling whenever she texts you. It’s kind of annoying.”

“Okay, shut up,” Jongdae shot back, still smiling. “Go be jealous somewhere else.”

Baekhyun smirked at this but walked away, leaving Jongdae alone.

Once all of them returned to their seats in front of the cameras and the interviewer proceeded to ask them even more repetitive questions, the thoughts of you were the only thing that kept Jongdae from losing his mind.

“I’m not going to ask you about relationships,” the interviewer said. “But I do want to know if there’s any of you who have crushes on anyone. Could you raise your hands?”

A few members raised their hands. Jongdae considered to do it, too, but then he stopped himself. He realized he didn’t have a crush on you. He was way past crushing on you.

The sudden realization about the depth of his feelings for you forced him to breathe in sharply. Baekhyun, who sat next to him, was the only one who noticed this and he smirked teasingly again. Jongdae punched him in the shoulder, wordlessly telling him to stop making that face.

“Oh, what’s going on there?” the interviewer noticed the two of them. “A secret crush that one of you don’t feel like admitting?”

“Not exactly,” Baekhyun said. “I just think if you asked which ones of us were in love, different people would have raised their hands.”

The boys all laughed at this, sharing an inside joke that left Jongdae blushing. Thankfully, the interviewer didn’t push this matter further, or Jongdae would have been forced to confess his love to you on national television before talking to you about it.


Originally posted by katherine8595

Chanyeol had a deadline but he just couldn’t come up with any lyrics, let alone the melody for a song. Sighing in defeat, he got his phone out to send you a quick text.

           “This sucks. I can’t write anymore. Miss you. ❤️”

He put his phone down and stared at a wall until you replied.

           “You can do this! Sending you kisses. P.S. Write about your feelings. It’s the easiest way.”

He stared at your text for a few minutes, re-reading it over and over again before he finally put his phone down and tried to follow your advice.

Writing about his feelings only sounded cool in theory, however. When he tried to actually put his feelings into words, he ended up hitting a wall in his mind. Chanyeol couldn’t understand where this writer’s block came from but it was frustrating him.

Finally, he placed his guitar on the floor, and covered his face with his hands, trying to calm down and relax.

His mind started to wander. He remembered your first date. He remembered how hard you were laughing when you saw him slip on ice on his way to see you. He wasn’t even mad at you for not asking if he was okay because he would have fallen a hundred more times just to hear your laugh again. He remembered your first kiss and the sleepless night that followed because he just couldn’t fall asleep when the kiss kept replaying in his mind.

Suddenly, fueled by these memories, Chanyeol’s hands grabbed a pencil and slowly started to write words. He didn’t even think of what he was writing and yet he could see the song slowly start to come together as he recalled his favorite moments with you.

Thirty minutes later, he had finished writing. Having never written a song faster before, he re-read everything he wrote multiple times, just to make sure the lyrics actually made sense. And they did because they were about you and him. And nothing made sense more than your relationship did.

The only thing left was the melody of the song because he had already thought of the title.

Grabbing a pencil, he wrote in capital letters at the top of the page, “I LOVE YOU.”


Originally posted by b2utygot7

He knew it as soon as you slammed the dorm room door closed, leaving him alone in the hallway. He knew you took his heart out with you when you left and he could never tell you this because it was too late. He ruined it all because he was too blind to see how in love with you he was.

Punching a wall in anger, he returned to his bedroom, passing Jongin on the way.

“Whoa,” Jongin noticed Kyungsoo’s anger right away. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t know what I am anymore,” Kyungsoo answered, not stopping until he reached his bedroom and lied face-down on his bed.

Jongin entered the room after him. “What happened? Did Y/n leave?”

“She did,” he confirmed. “And I don’t think she’s coming back.

“What? Why not?” Jongin continued to ask questions but Kyungsoo didn’t want to talk about it, so he stayed quiet. Jongin, however, wasn’t going to give up that easily. “Kyungsoo, come on. Tell me what happened, maybe I can help.

Kyungsoo raised his head from the pillow. “No one can help. I messed it all up. It’s too late.”

“It’s never too late if you love her,” Jongin said, earning a confused look from Kyungsoo. “Don’t look at me like that. I think you and Y/n are the only ones who can’t see how in love you are.”

Kyungsoo looked down, thinking about this.

“What do I do?” he asked Jongin then, desperation evident in his voice. “I told her a lot of things that I regret. God, the look on her face, when I said it… I wish I could take everything back but it’s too late. She left.”

“Go after her,” Jongin said, simply.

“I-I can’t.”

“What do you mean you can’t? Get your ass up and go. Let her know how you feel. Make her hear you.”

Kyungsoo swallowed, sitting up in his bed, suddenly feeling hopeful. “You really think it’s possible for her to forgive me?”

“Of course!”

“Okay,” Kyungsoo nodded, standing up from the bed, adrenaline flowing through his veins already. “I’m going to her house. I’ll talk to her. I’ll beg for her forgiveness if I have to because I just don’t have any shame left.”

“That’s the spirit!” Jongin cheered him on. “When you get back together with her, though, don’t forget that I’m your number one shipper.”

Kyungsoo stopped by the door and looked at him in confusion. “Our number one what?”

“Nevermind,” Jongin dismissed it with a wave of his hand. “Just go get your girl back.”

Kyungsoo smiled then, feeling a lot more confident. “I’m going to get my girl back.”


Originally posted by intokai

He’s been on tour for two months. That’s two months he spent without you. That’s half of your guys’ relationship. He couldn’t wait to get home and finally spend time with you to redeem all of the time that you lost.

“Looking for someone?” Sehun asked as the two of them walked down the airport because he had noticed Jongin’s eyes follow every single passerby.

“Not at all,” Jongin lied. “I’m just…”

His words got caught in his throat when he saw what he was looking for.

You were standing in the waiting area, looking around shyly. You were very uncomfortable in large crowds of people, and yet despite that, you still came to the airport to see him. As he watched your eyes reflect the airport lights, he realized that he never wanted to spend another two months without you. Actually, he didn’t want to spend a single day without you.

This realization forced him to feel like a puppy who hasn’t seen his owner in years. He turned to look at Junmyeon, who was walking on his left.

“Go to her,” Junmyeon said, understanding Jongin’s question without him having to voice it.

Nodding excitedly, Jongin started to flee away from his groupmates and closer to you.

Since you had expected him to come from a different direction, you only saw his smiling face right before he engulfed you in the tightest hug possible.

“I missed you so much,” he whispered as you hugged him back, feeling a smile spread onto your face.

“I missed you more,” you told him, surprised to feel tears in your eyes. “I can’t believe you’re back.”

“Me neither,” he said, still holding you in his arms, ignorant of his surroundings now that he finally saw you again. “I’m never leaving you for this long again.”

“I’m not letting you leave me for this long again,” you said, making him laugh softly and tighten his grip on you.

You stayed like this for so long that you lost track of time. And although Jongin never managed to gather the courage to tell you he loved you outright, the fact that he couldn’t stop hugging you – no matter how many people loudly complained that you were blocking their way – told you more than enough.


Originally posted by hyungwinx

At the beginning of your relationship with Sehun, you were in the middle of your exams. You barely had time for him but he understood and patiently waited until you finished studying and were free to spend time with him.

Which is why it took him four months of dating to finally get you to come to his concert. And once you texted him that you were at the venue, he realized he was never this nervous before any show he’s ever done in the past.

“Hyung,” he complained to Junmyeon for the tenth time that night. “I can’t do this. I feel like throwing up.”

“Calm down, Sehun,” Junmyeon said, suddenly seriously concerned. “You’ll perform just fine. Y/n will love it.”

“Right, but what if she won’t? What if she’ll think I’m absolutely horrible and will break up with me?”

“Then she’s very shallow and she doesn’t deserve you. But this doesn’t sound like Y/n at all,” Junmyeon said. “Now breathe. The concert will be great.”

Sehun nodded and took a deep breath, hoping he’ll calm down before he has to go on stage.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he finished the first song with no mistakes. The only thing that caused him to panic slightly was the fact that he couldn’t find you in the crowd of people. He waved at fans, giving them small smiles, but his eyes scanned the crowds for your face.

And then he saw you.

You were standing close to the stage, talking to a couple of girls who had taken a break from fangirling. He saw you agree to take a picture of them in front of the stage. And then, as you were showing the two girls the picture you took, he realized you wore EXO merch. The black t-shirt with his name on the back looked so good on you that he felt his heart start to beat faster.

Once the two girls walked away and you were left alone, you finally looked up at the stage and your eyes met. You waved excitedly, but Sehun stood there frozen, with a huge grin on his face. He found you. He found the love of his life.

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anonymous asked:

For your short fills, a coda to “All the Way Through” would be amazing, either the proposal after Geno finds the ring, or maybe a snapshot few years in the future when they have a kid and a cat and are settled. ♥️

Haha everyone wants the proposal scene, well I’m not going to write it!!! But here’s a coda set now-ish, a couple of years after the end of the story.

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(Hello! NickHopps_JudyWilde here! Here is the next installment of Honeymoon Vacation. The photo above is again drawn and colored by the amazing @ziegelzeig. And I have to say this to everyone who liked and repubbed this photo. Thank you all so much! And thank you to all who have read the story after being introduced. It means so much to me to how popular my fan fic has gotten in just two days. You are all the best!

So without further or due, here is the next chapter.)


Stu kissed his daughter on her cheeks before taking his seat next to Bonnie and Nicks mother, watching her walk up to the alter next to her fiancé.

Judy saw Nick standing by Finnick and Clawhauser, and just how handsome he looked. Like the day he joined the ZPD, dressed in his blues with an over zealous smile.

Nick could feel his throat starting to tighten, not from anguish, but to how beautiful she was. It was an overwhelming feeling, he thought he was about to cry.

The flowers that she was carrying, in which she handed to Francine who was the made of honor, symbolized Nick and Judy. Just like the rose he brought her all those months ago and the engagement ring, half amethyst and half emerald, just like their eyes.

Nick and Judy faced each other at the alter, looking at one another in their wedding attire. Up close, Nick saw how truly beautiful Judy was, something that he could never get tired of seeing. And for Judy, she had forgotten how handsome he looked; his soft white fur glistening from the painted windows and his badges reflecting the rays of the sun, more reasons that she was proud to become his soon to be wide.

After their blissful moment of devotion they turned to the snow leopard priest, smiling. The priest was from the ZPD, dedicating his life to joining officers in marriage. He was a Major in the Precinct 1 department, and also highly decorated and very well respected among the other officers of Precinct 1.

The priest cleared his throat loudly in the microphone around his ear. “Please take your seats,” the priest asked in a polite tone. Once the many rabbits and friends of both the bride and groom sat down, the leopard continued. “Thank you all for coming to watch as these two mammals come together in holy matrimony.”

The room erupted in applause and whistles, mostly from Judy’s side of the family. The groomsmen and bridesmaids clapped and smiled, other than Finnick who never smiled but still clapped along.

The priest made a motion with his hands so the crowd would calm down.

“Now before we begin this ceremony, does anyone here have any objections?”

The crowd either stayed silent or shook their heads in answer.

“Very well,” the leopard nodded as he opened The Bible he held in his paws. “Today…”


Nick awoke to the sound of the most annoying sound in the world, the steady loud beeping of an alarm clock. He peeked open an eye and saw that the sun had just began to rise. The slumberous fox reached out across the bed for Judy, but felt nothing but blanket.

“Hmm?” He grumbled tiredly, glancing around the room with his free eye as half of his head was buried in his pillow.

With slight agitation, he slapped the clock with such force he heard a crack, not that he cared in that second.

He sat up, the thick warm blanket covering his torso. He extended his long arms and felt the tendons and muscles pop from soreness. A strong yawn rushed out, exposing his sharp canines and his other sharp dagger like teeth.

“Wooooo,” Judy softly cooed next to Nick, her elbows on the night stand with her paws under her chin. “The beast wakes up, the knives come out.” A warm pleased smile shined his way.

He twisted his neck and popped it a couple times. He did the same with his back, releasing all the pressure held in his neck and back. “Oooohhhhh” he emphasized with an orgasmic tone.

He opened his tired eye to see Judy. She was already dressed in a elegant black pullover sweat shirt with black rippled jeans. “Mornin’ fluff. You’re up early,” He said as he rubbed the fog out of his eyes

Judy sat down on the edge of the bed next to Nick, grabbing the tired foxes paw. “Just wanted to get ready for today.” She leaned in and kissed him while his eyes were closed.

Today was the day. The day she would surprise Nick with the news of their baby. And she could hardly contain her happiness. Her smile was brighter, and she was practically jumping with each step.

But, she was also nervous beyond anything she’s ever felt. Butterflies filled her stomach as each day grew closer.

The second day Nick and Judy explored more areas of the city. The next area they picked out was the Tundra Town version of Metropolis, Avalanche Bay. It was a trade route that was connected between two large river junctions that went to and from Zootopia. The other end of the river flowed a couple hundred miles out to the open sea.

They attended a new restaurant that served Tuna, Salmon, Cod for carnivorous mammals and fruits frozen in a layer of chocolate, and some warm soups for non-predatory animals.

They spent some time shopping as well. Judy bought a warmer coat that had fake fur around the collar, red with black splotches. Nick protested against it, saying it looked like she was wearing the fur of a fox she just killed. She told Nick it matched his fur and that’s why she bought it, sixty five dollars later.

Something that Avalanche Bay was famous for was the many upon many areas of ice skating rinks. Judy hadn’t skated in years. The last time she did was when she was a teenager. Nick had never been, hence him falling multiple times. She had fallen too, but tried her very best to not fall forward onto her stomach.

The third day, being sore with aches in their bodies, they went down to the hotels hot tub. Judy’s stomach had grown a little more, so she dressed into her swim suit underneath her normal clothes before they left the hotel room.

“So what do we have going on today my love?” Nick slurred, yawning once more. He kissed her on the cheek, then rubbing her with his cheeks.

“Well I was thinking we could get our fur groomed and then I could get a pawdicure while you get your fur styled.” Her voice was mumbled as Nick pressed his face against hers, scrunching it slightly.

He wrapped his arms around her, laying his entire body weight on her. “What’s the occasion?” He wondered.

“Just wanted to go somewhere fancy. Give ourselves somewhere to go celebrate our marriage with just us. And surprise you with our baby.” She took his head and placed it in the gap between her legs. “How does that sound, my sly fox?” She smiled empathetically.

“Sounds like the most magnificent idea you’ve had all day, my lovely bunny,” he smiled back, asserting his happiness. His tail brushed back and forth on the bed shirts.

After a few more minutes of being glued to each other, Nick got himself half dressed. “I’m gonna get some breakfast. What are you in the mood for?”

“Surprise me!” She answered excitedly. The hotel food was exquisite compared to what she previously thought.

“Alright, I’ll be back in a jiffy” he confirmed, his voice echoing out of the room.

When she heard the door shut, she jumped out of bed and hustled to the bathroom. She took her sweater off and posed in front of the mirror, holding the bigger but still small, little baby bump in a paw. She smiled as the flash reflected off the mirror, capturing another fantastic picture. She had not one picture for each day, but several. And for good reason.

Within ten minutes, Nick came back with a giant platter of bagels, donuts, cereal, a bowl of blueberries, raspberries and banana slices, and a stack of whole wheat toast.

“Mmmm” she hummed while she licked her lips. “Looks tasty.” She grabbed a seat at the dining table.

“Smells good too” Nick sniffed the food, it’s delicacy of different flavors filling his nostrils.

He grabbed some plates the hotel offered from the cabinets, giving one to the awaiting Judy.

She grabbed a cinnamon roll donut, a mix of the fruit, two pieces of toast with country made strawberry jam, and a bowl of Wheaties.

“Thank you Nick,” Judy said.

“No problem fluff. So when’s the fancy dinner?” Nick sat back in his chair, munching on a blueberry he popped in his mouth.

“It’ll be later tonight. I still want to go check out The Amazon Stretch before we get our coats groomed.”

Nick let out a short groan of despondent. “My fur’s gonna get all wet! Then I’ll fluff once it dries out.” He scrunched his face, not liking the idea.“I’d rather run ten miles in the desert of Sahara Square with all my gear on than get drenched in the musty forest.”

“You big baby. I’m gonna be right there with you slick,” she laughed. “Except I’m gonna be the smart one out of us and wear a rain coat so I don’t get wet.” She smiled smugly at the annoyed fox.

Nick peered from the corner of his eye at her. “Pretty sure foxes are smarter than bunnies,” he countered.

“You mean ‘dumber’” she corrected with a playful wink.

She hid a chuckle as Nick slumped down into the dining table. “I’ll get you back soon enough, Carrots” he proclaimed.

“Sure you will,” she coaxed. She jumped out of her seat and cantered to her husband.

He tensed up slightly as the provocative bunny moved her way closer and closer to him. Her gaze never left his as she found her way up into his chair.

She sat on his lap, folding her legs across his waist and wrapping her arms around his neck. “It’s called a hustle sweetheart.”

She kissed him with a teasing smile mixed in.

Nick kissed her back, pulling her closer to him in a warm embrace.

“I love you Judy, you sly bunny” he grinned.

“I love you too Nick.”

For the next ten minutes, they ate the rest of the food, making sure they get a full belly before making their way for the long day that awaited them.

As they got ready, Judy unfolded an athletic bag from her suitcase to place a poncho, a couple bottles of water and some ibuprofen in case she was going to feel weak or in pain.

The bunny and fox left the hotel, saying goodbye to their bellhop Byron before departing to the trolly station. It took three more stops in the other districts and half an hour later prior to reaching The Amazon Stretch.

Although it rained quite a bit in The Amazon Stretch just like it did in the Rainforest District, the humidity it brought was much worse. There were more areas of direct sunlight through the canopy of trees and even more businesses. Even when Nick protected his fur from the rain with the plastic coat, it still managed to fluff out.

“I told you fluff,” Nick stated, slightly waddling in the uncomfortable rain coat. “I look ridiculous right now.” He grumbled loudly, directing it to his wife.

“Look at me,” Judy countered as she turned around. Her coat was just as bad as Nick’s. It looked like she had grown five times her normal size. Her cheeks were puffed out like a small fat child. “I look like I haven’t brushed in a year.”

“Well,” he began. “You were right about us being in the same boat” he laughed. His bristled fur scratched against the coat he wore.

They walked across a bridge that led to another side of the forest. Sunlight gleamed off the dark green leaves, warming the two almost immediately.

Judy took a long heavy swig of her water, holding Nick’s paw as he led them down a stone path. Her breathing was heavy but hidden so Nick couldn’t hear her struggling.

With his sensitive hearing, even though Judy tried hiding it, he could tell that she was having trouble breathing. The heavy inhale of air as her chest rose and fell from the sweltering, humid air. The constant sweat droplets falling from the tips of her ears and cheeks.

He was worried that this heat, along with being partly out of shape, was starting to get to her. But there was still something that was bugging him, something that he still couldn’t figure out. And he planned on finding out tonight during dinner.

“It’s a good thing we’ve got that grooming appointment soon. Otherwise, I don’t think I’d be able to brush my coat with the best brush in the world” Nick complained about his fur, starting to feel his skin beginning to get agitated.

Judy let out an exhausted gasp of air as they reached the bottom of the path. She sat down on a bench that was covered in vines from the forest, only the seat was clear of them.

“Are you alright sweetheart? You seem a little… Tired than normal” he pointed out with concern.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she smiled reassuringly. She sensed that he was beginning to connect the dots. “Guess I need to do more cardio when we get back to Zootopia.”

They both chuckled to her comment, Nick slightly agreeing with her. “Save that thought for later” he added. “I’m not gonna be prepared for what Bogo has in store when we get back.”

“It won’t be so bad,” she assured. “You give him too much credit Nick.”

“Yeah well, he’s still gonna put me on parking duty for the next month after I called him 'buffalo butt’.”

“Ha ha” Judy swayed her head back and forth with each sarcastic laugh. “Sucks to be you!” She pointed, flicking a finger on the tip of his nose.

“Why’re you laughing? You’ll be right there along with me bunny” he smiled audaciously.

“Oh yeah? I’m sure I can get out of it.”


“I have my ways,” she winked, slightly implying a hint to her fox.

Nick took off his plastic coat as the heat and sun began to get to him. He slid over to Judy, opening his arms to let them air out. “I don’t know how some of these animals can stand living here. I’m baking alive.” He huffed out an exhausted sigh of air.

Judy sniffed the foul smell radiating off of Nick’s sweat filled fur. “You need a shower. You smell like rotting onions in the hottest day of summer.” She scrunched her nose to the ripe smell.

“The bugs seem to like it,” Nick said, swatting away mosquitos and flies that circled around him. “I might just jump into that river right there.” He pointed to a slow flowing river about fifty yards away that had a wooden dock for mammals to jump into.

Nick began to take his shirt off, until Judy halted his movement. “Nick, this isn’t the Naturalist Club. We’re out in public” she beamed as a black bodied Arabian horse along with a teenage colt walking by the path, shooting the fox a bleak stare.

“Oh,” he realized as the colt stared at him in wonder. He tucked his shirt back down and looked onwards down the path.

Moving from side to side on the bench, Judy scratched her chafed fur in her back. “Let’s go” she said, unable to bear her scratchy fur.


After a trip back to the hotel, they both took a shower to wash off their grimy fur for the grooming appointment.

Luckily for them, the groomers shop was just a few blocks away from their hotel. It’s name had coincidentally the owners name, Haley’s Fur and Coat Needs; the sign was a cats paw. She was a lioness with a magnificent golden-brown coat, and obviously well groomed.

With the grooming process, a full body massage was given and felines were the perfect candidates to do the job, and were great groomers.

An assistant, a male ocelot, took Nick into a room away from Judy, as they had to undress. Haley took Judy to the back room, far enough away so a gawking fox wouldn’t be able to hear or see.

“I’m Haley,” the lioness introduced to Judy , reaching out a paw. “I’ll be your groomer today” she smiled wide, a fang sliding out from the side of her lip in the process. But it was a polite smile, no threat intended.

“I’m Judy. It’s nice to meet you” she smiled back, shaking the polite lionesses paw.

“So I have you for a full body massage and a fur grooming?” The lioness listed.

“Yup!” The euphoric bunny replied.

She had been in need of a massage for a while and she had many sore areas in her muscles, especially when it came to her feet. Their growing baby also came into factor for her soreness as well.

“If you would, please take your clothes off but leave your underwear on. And when you’re done, place the towel over your waste and I’ll be right back with you.”

Once she left the room, Judy proceeded to get undressed, dropping her clothes on a chair next to the wall. She laid down onto the table, carefully placing her stomach on the medium soft maroon table.

A knock came within a few minutes, the lioness walking back in with a bottle of massage oil.

“We’ll start off with a massage and then the groom right after.”

“Okay” Judy muffled in reply, her face buried in the head rest.

The masseuse began kneading her back, loosening the tense tendons and muscles between her shoulder blades. She pushed down with enough force for Judy to feel the many knots that possessed within her muscles.

She had gotten down to her lower back when the lioness began conversation. “So, are you a cop?” She asked.

Judy’s ears shot up to her question. “What’s makes you think that?” Judy replied.

“I’ve had many officers come through here with the same exact amount of tension in their muscles, if not more. Even the police chief of Metropolis comes here often, and he’s a bunny too.”

“Really?” Judy was intrigued by the lionesses story. She had no idea that a bunny was in control of the massive police force in the city.

“Oh yeah! I think his name is…” She paused. Then, “Jack Savage! That’s what it is.”

“Jack Savage? Quite a name for a rabbit,” Judy joked.

Haley laughed. “Yeah, he’s a handsome buck” she hinted slyly.

It was a good thing that her face was covered because she scowled in anger to the groomers remark. But before she could speak, the groomer broke her train of thought.

“But I can tell you’re married and are having a baby” she confessed.

Judy shifted herself on the table to her masseuses quick correction. “Is it that obvious?”

“Not with you covering your natural scent or at first glance, but I can tell. Plus your wedding ring helps the married part.”

Judy smiled with a fixed gaze on the floor.

“Do you know whether it’s a boy or a girl?”

“No. I haven’t even told my husband about the baby yet.” A small laugh escaped her. “I plan on surprising him tonight at dinner.”

“That’s an awesome way of surprising someone,” Haley remarked kindly.

She then began massaging her hamstrings, in which Judy’s legs seized up from the tenderness. She held in a hiss of pain as the lioness pressed out the knots in her strong legs.

Then when she reached the area around her knee, Judy groaned loud enough for Haley to hear.

“Sorry about that. If I’m being too aggressive just let me know.”


Across the grooming shop, Nick was getting his fur own fur groomed. The ocelot was white in color with many spots of black shapes that covered around his eyes and stretched across his entire body; kind of like a skinnier version of Clawhauser.

“My name is William,” he introduced. Come to find out, he was also gay. He had that type of high pitched voice that just stood out.

“Nick,” the red fox replied, his Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts off with just a white towel covering his waste.

“Is this your first grooming?” The ocelot asked as he grabbed a handful of different types and sizes of brushes.

“Yup. From a professional standpoint anyways. Normally I’ll try and groom myself the best I can until I get tired of brushing myself.” He chuckled to his own comment as the ocelot began on his back.

“No argument there,” William agreed. “Before I became a groomer, I always hated grooming myself if I could help it.”

“What changed your…. Mind?” Nick paused when the male feline caught and pulled on a patch of knotted fur, which in turn made Nick cringe.

“Sorry about that. I actually just wanted to help others out with their fur. Mainly I just started out grooming my friends’ fur and they really liked how well I did. Soon as I knew it, I started grooming here in Metropolis.”

Nick clucked once before issuing, “Sounds like me in a way. Believe it or not, I was a con fox before becoming an officer in the ZPD.”

“The ZPD?”

Nick turned around slightly so he was looking at William. “Yeah, the Zootopia Police Department. Me and my wife are from Zootopia,” he smiled as he looked back at the door where his bunny was getting the same treatment.

“I’ve heard many good things about Zootopia!” He exclaimed with enthusiasm. “I’ve heard it’s a place where anything is possible, including relationships with other mammals.”

“Such as?” Nick carefully asked, seeing if the ocelot was going to say something he might regret saying.

The ocelot stopped brushing for a second. “Interspecies couples. There’s not many around here in Metropolis. But that doesn’t mean there aren’t any,” he stated as he continued brushing.

“Why is that? Is it shunned upon?”

Will shook his head in reply. “No, but they’re just afraid of what others would think of them. And there are some who don’t agree with it at all.”

When Nick heard this, his thoughts raced back to Kieran when he told Judy and him his disregards for interspecies couples. “Oh yeah. Found that out once we got here.”

“But seeing that you’re an inter, you don’t seemed bothered by it.”

“No,” Nick replied, slightly shaking his head. “Judy and I had our fair share when we first started dating. But you get used to it after a while, then everyone soon accepts it for what it is.”

The two predators sat in silence for a few moments, just the sound of the metal brush coursing through Nick’s bristled fur was the only sound. He could already tell his fur was much neater and softer than it had been in a very long time.

The ocelot began grooming his tail, in which it twitched with dissatisfaction and uncomfortable sensations as many patches of his fur pulled and twisted back into a straighter position. Other than the tug of his fur from the twisted fur, he was relaxed and calm, his ears down to his head in satisfaction.

Then the sudden movement of William caught his sensitive ears’ attention. “Can I tell you something?” The white spotted cat asked hesitantly, placing his brush on his desk.

Nick turned around, “Yeah” he obliged, almost answering in a question himself.

Will looked around, as if afraid that someone was going to hear him, even when it was just the two them in the room. Then he motioned for Nick to come closer, almost face to face with him.

“Now, this goes to saying that I haven’t told anyone else about this,” he whispered to Nick, still wary about his surroundings. “But… I’m an inter too.”

“What’s so bad about that?” He shrugged.

“Nothing!” The feline retorted. “It’s just that… I’m afraid of coming out an inter. My boyfriend is a otter and we’ve been dating for almost a year now. I’m just… Afraid that we won’t be accepted.”

“Listen here young one,” he addressed. He called him 'young’ because, well, he was young. “There is nothing wrong with being who you are. Ya hear me? Just because others don’t approve doesn’t mean you have to live in fear of their judgment. And no matter what, as long as it’s with the person you love the most, no one can ever stop who you are and how you feel.”

Just then, Nick noticed the groomers’ eyes beginning to water. A whimpering smile slowly grew on his face, and that’s when the tears began soaking the fur under his eyes. He wept just loud enough for his gasps of air to echo off the room walls.

“Thank you,” he wept. “No one has ever stood up for me being different before.”

“You’re welcome,” Nick responded with a smile.

The ocelot then moved quickly, hugging Nick in the process of his whimpers.

Nick was slightly stunned and confused, mostly because he didn’t expect such a reaction for just giving advice. It wasn’t like it was a life changing speech like the time when Judy gave him his badge after proving that anyone really can be anything, just as long as you have the heart and drive to do so.

“Alright, alright” Nick offered a couple taps on his back for reassurance.


With just thirty minutes left until their reservation, Judy and Nick were busily preparing for their anniversary dinner date. Judy was getting dressed in the bathroom while Nick took the adjacent bedroom.

The anxious bunny was just that; butterflies filled her growing belly as she constantly looked at her phone, watching the time slowly go by, minute by minute. Now that the time had finally arrived, she was more nervous than she was just a few hours ago. She took another photo of herself in the mirror before putting her dress on.

Nick in the meantime was struggling with his tie. “Ugh,” he exaggerated with an agitated growl. “I hate these ties. Having the zip up ones is so much better than trying to tie these…”

His complaining trailed off as he heard the door from the bathroom open, his ears propping up from their flustered state. He turned around, his paws fondling with the tie, until he saw the beautiful creature standing in front of him. She was wearing the same dress that mesmerized him the night he proposed to her, a black dress with red lining on the seems, matching the color tones of her fur.

He felt his heart skip a beat to how stunning she looked at that moment. “Wow Carrots, you look…” He paused, searching for a word that would best describe how she looked, but went with what he knew best to call her. “Beautiful as ever” he cooed.

She smiled to his flattering compliment. “You flatterer.” She walked up to Nick, with the brightest smile she had since their wedding. “You need some help there slick?”

Without a word, but a quick laugh, he turned to Judy who was now standing on the bed. “Come here,” she called him over to move in closer.

Instead of just a normal knot, she ended up making an intricate knot called The Eldridge Knot. As Nick watched, he lost track of how she was making such a complicated knot.

“There you go handsome” she said, overlooking her good work.

“Thanks Carrots.” He leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose. It twitched to the loving sensation.

“Ready for this?” She asked as Nick carrier her off the bed.

“I’ve been waiting all day for this,” he replied, holding her paw in his as they walked out of their hotel room.

For the first time since they arrived, the couple finally agreed to take a taxi to their restaurant.

The name of the restaurant was Ovideon’s. At first sight, it looked to be a type of a fancy restaurant, and for good reason. Everyone was dressed in fashionable wear; from the super rich elite to the normal mammals who just wanted to be fancy for a night.

After the taxi dropped them off, with Nick unquestionably opening the door for his wife, a mouse waiter dressed in a formal black and white tux welcomed them.

“Welcome to Ovideon’s. My name is Isaac. Do you have a reservation?” The small little gray mouse asked.

“Yes. Mr and Mrs. Wilde” Nick affirmed. He pulled Judy close to his side.

The mouse nodded and walked his way down a list that he was standing on. With his tiny paws, he read each name until he stopped at theirs.

“Ah, yes. Mr and Mrs. Wilde. Follow me please,” he asked politely in a squeaky voice. He rang a little bell and another waiter came up; it was a polar bear, also dressed in a black and white tux. The tiny mouse hopped into the palm of the bear, issuing for Nick and Judy to follow them.

“Do those two remind you of anyone Carrots?” Nick asked Judy.

“Huh?” Judy uttered in confusion. Then Nick pointed to the polar bear and mouse ahead of them.

Judy thought hard for a long second until the gears in her head clicked. Her ears shot up as she began to chuckle softly. “Mr. Big and Koslov!” She exclaimed to Nick softly, covering her mouth with her fingers.

Nick gave her two thumbs up and a sly wink.

The polar bear lead them towards the center of the restaurant, where a table with candle light and blood red wine awaited. The table was draped with a hot pink table cloth with a rose red cloth across the middle. The classy dressed bear pulled a seat out for Judy, as Nick would do; it was their custom to pull out chairs for females, like a lot of restaurants do for female customers as well, and also the same for the gentleman.

“Here you are Mr. and Mrs. Wilde,” the polar bear presented them in a deep voice.

“This is my assistant, Vladimir. If you need anything, just call him over and he’ll assist you.” Both the mouse and the bear then left with a smile on their faces.

Nick and Judy sat and looked around at the highly decorated interior. From the glossy windows to the bronze colored walls that reflected the candlelight from the chandeliers and candle sticks from the many tables within. The conversations from other mammals echoed around the large room, catching the ears of the married couple.

“Some place huh?”

“It’s beautiful,” Judy added, her eyes mesmerized by the colors.

“And this wine” he concurred, twirling the glass in his paw. “It smells so good!” He said as he sniffed the sweet red wine. His voice was just loud enough for the other mammals to give him dirty looks.

“Nick! Inside voice!” Judy scolded softly.

Nick grew wary as he saw mammals staring at him. His ears dropped and his face turned red from embarrassment.

“Sorry,” he apologized. “I’m kinda new to this” he tried lightening up with a smile.

Judy then leaned in and grabbed both of his paws. “It’s fine slick. I’m a little nervous too,” Judy said rubbing his thumbs with hers.

He smiled. “You should try out the wine though. It’s delicious!” He ecstatic said in a much lower voice.

To his request, Judy took her glass of wine and gulped down the smooth red liquid until the cup was half empty. She knew that drinking a little bit of wine wouldn’t hurt the baby, due to her own research and remembering her mom had a glass here and there when she was pregnant.

“Wow! That was good!” She agreed with Nick, licking any remaining remnants of the wine off her lips.

After both emptied their glasses, Vladimir walked up with two dishes in one paw with Isaac in the other just minutes after.

“Here is your dinner,” Isaac introduced in a French accent. Vladimir lightly placed the dishes of food in front of them. Another waiter, this time a honey badger, filled their empty glasses with more delicious nectar.

Vlad lifted the sterling silver lid and revealed two separate entrées.

“For the madam, a market greens salad with candied pecans, diced carrots and radish with midnight moon goat cheese on the side. And for the gentlemammal, a slow roasted tuna cut into thin strips with lemon pepper and onions for the seasoning and broccoli for the side.”

Nicks mouth started to water to the sight of the fresh fish and the savory aroma it was steaming off.

“Bon appétite,” the little mouse squeaked. With that, the polar bear and mouse duo left the two to enjoy their meal.

Judy was content eating her salad, her nerves going off the charts as her anticipation lingered further and further into the night. Nick on the other hand, devoured the plate of fish in a ten minute time span.

After cleaning his plate of any remaining food, Nick wiped his fur and coat of any crumbs or oils from the fish.

“That was easily the best salad I’ve ever had!” Judy exclaimed, taking the last bite of spinach and diced carrot.

“You should’ve tasted the fish,” Nick retorted. The thought of the fish alone made him tempted to order another one.

“I’m glad you liked it, slick” she smiled to the fish filled fox.

Judy sipped her glass of wine while they sat. Her plan for the surprise was about to unfold; after they were done eating, she told herself, she was gonna tell Nick about their baby.

She pictured how Nick was going to react: he was gonna scream with pure joy and passion to finding out he was going to be a father. But her negative thoughts also came in as well. She also pictured him shunning her for not telling him sooner or shutting her out because he wasn’t ready for a kit or didn’t want one. Those scared her immensely, because she wasn’t sure if she could handle the pain to those emotions if they happened.

And she knew that the pregnancy was due to having these negative emotions, so she forced them out of her mind so she only thought of the positives.

With a nervous breath of air, she prepared herself.

“Nick?” She called, trying to grab her foxes attention as he downed another glass of wine.

Taking in the last few sips of ecstasy, Nick turned his gaze to his beautiful wife. “Yeah Carrots?”

“Wanna hear a joke?” She asked, her heart racing to the words she was about to utter.

“Sure! Lay it on me” he replied, placing his elbows on the table to support his chin, waiting for his dumb bunny to tell this joke.

She inhaled a deep breath and held it for a few to allow her heart rate to lower. She exhaled and began.

“What do you call…” She paused for a second. “A one humped bunny?”

“What do you call… A one humped bunny?” Nick repeated, not catching the most obvious hint that Judy could have thrown at him.

But then, he laughed. “Come on, Carrots. You’re just trying to copy my camel joke.” He sat back in his seat and crossed his arms and smiled, still oblivious. “That’s easy, it’s preg…” He paused and went silent. His eyes grew wide while his pointed ears shot up. His breathing became heavy as he looked towards Judy.

“Judy…” He quivered, hardly able to speak. The answer finally clicked in his mind. “Are you…?”

Judy smiled passionately, holding up three fingers. “Three weeks,” she commented, her violet eyes sparkling.

Nick sat there, stunned to the news he just heard. He finally understood. The quick and sudden changes in attitude, her health, along with her being more passionate during their love making sessions, it all made sense now. He even realized all the tiny hints that she was throwing at him; from the almost plain and simple comments to her looking at babies and baby clothing and toys.

Judy thought he was about to jump out of his seat, the way his muscles were twitching. But he didn’t move. He just sat there, stunned.

But then, he did something that she didn’t expect. He fell to his knees, onto the ground just feet away from Judy. She thought he was about to burst out crying for how much his lip was quivering.

“Can… Can I…” He stuttered, reaching out a paw towards Judy.

Without hesitation, she grabbed his paw and gently placed it on her belly. He tensed up to the touch of his paw on her stomach, afraid he would hurt her fragile body, and the baby.

But once he felt around, he could feel the slight bulge of her stomach. And that’s when the tears fell. They fell down his cheeks and wet his fur. He was in disbelief, but at the same time, happy, joyful even.

Judy could feel her own eyes starting to water from the joy she could sense that was hidden behind his tears. Her smile drew in all the happiness that she could muster that replaced any negative feelings she had before.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna be a dad” he sniffled with a half smile.

“Yes Nick. We’re gonna be parents,” Judy answered with her words choked up from her own over joyed emotions. The happiness she hoped for was more than she could have imagined coming from Nick. He was happy, just like she had hoped. And she… she was going to be a mother.

“I’m gonna be a father!” Nick exclaimed suddenly, picking Judy up out of her chair and spinning her in the air. His tears flew out of his eyes and into the air, with the biggest smile he had since his wedding day.

At first, since Judy wasn’t expecting him to grab her, she let out a tiny shrill of shock. But it was replaced soon after with a smile.

Everyone around them stood up and cheered for both Nick and Judy. Isaac and Vlad clapped along with the crowd.

After a minute, he put Judy back down onto the floor. “I love you, Judy Wilde. Thank you, for everything.” He kissed her lovingly, so everyone there could see how much he truly loved his wife, and his unborn child.

“I love you too, Nicholas Wilde.”

As of that moment, he mentally prepared himself for the biggest challenge of his life: becoming a father and raising a family of his own. Him, Nicholas Wilde, a former con man, was going to become a father, with his unborn child inside of the love of his life.

Laundry Room - College!au

Pairing: Do Kyungsoo x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warning(s): None

Requested: plz request I’m dry

Prompt(s): “ I want that met doing laundry at 2am college au ”

“Excuse me, is the second machine free?” you hear a low voice to your right, waking you from your daze. It makes you notice that you had been staring dully at your homework. You look up to lock your eyes with two large, deep brown ones and a soft, yet manly face. This must be Kyungsoo.

“Yes, go ahead.”

You watch the male crouch down in front of the washing machine. He stares at the buttons and programming instructions, clueless. He sighs deeply and hangs his head, accidentally hitting it on the plastic surface of the machine.

“Lost the ‘who’s doing the laundry this week’ game?” You stand and slowly walk over to him.

“Month, not week.” He looks up at you then stood upright.

You giggle quietly at his remark. He’s only a few inches taller than you, compared to your room-mates boyfriend, who likes men that can equal to the height of London’s 'Shard’ building.
You crouched in front of his machine and turned it on.

“What are you washing?”

“Darker clothes,” he paused, “before you judge, I do know how to work a washing machine, just not this one.”

“It’s fine, you’re the most put together man I know.” You whispered to yourself.

There is a silent pause before he asks, “You know…?”

“We have mutual friends.” You pressed the the start button and stood to face him and smiled lightly.

“You must be Chanyeol’s girlfriend’s room-mate.”

“Yup!” You sat back on the bench you had been seated on previously and he followed you.

You both sat in comfortable silence for the rest of the time it took for your clothes to wash.

“Hope you use your time wisely and study well.” The teacher opens the door and all the students start to walk out.

“I’ll leave first, see you on Friday!” Your friend smiles and waves at you as she leaves.

Due to not getting any sleep the other night, you pack your things slowly. Your gaze looks up every few seconds to ensure you aren’t asleep. At one point, Kyungsoo’s figure appears in the corner of your vision, stopping you from packing your last book.

“Hi,” he smiles lightly so you smile back out of politeness, “could I join you and your friend? I overheard you talking about a study date…” His eyes wander around the room to then focus on the ground in front.

You smile politely, seeing no fault in his inquiry, “There’s no reason why you couldn’t,” you shrug as you zip up your bag, “it’s on Friday, in the upper cafe, 10am. Can you make that?” He walks you to the classroom door.

“I’ll make sure to be there.” He grins, opening the door.

The weather is oddly cold, causing you to shiver slightly. Although it is spring, the clouds exclude the sun, producing minimum light and a rather dark surrounding, especially for the early morning at 9:40pm.

You let out a breath of relief as you walked in through the wooden doors of the café. It was much warmer and the coat you were wearing wasn’t doing too well to keep you warm. The coat isn’t exactly complimenting what you’re wearing either, however, you thought no one would care for your attire today.

Kyungsoo observed you as you walked in. He spotted you first but did not make any movement nor sound. He wanted you to recognize, to notice him. He had always remembered the meeting at the laundry room. It was a particularly irritating day and meeting you had somehow made it even worse yet so much better.

He watched you look around the petite cafe. He found your stirring oddly cute, yet he had gotten a little impatient. Before you took a seat at a different table, he called for you.

He smiled with a closed mouth and waved rather gracefully as you smiled back charmingly. He wondered whether that smile was in relief that someone had come before her, or because he was there, but he couldn’t wonder too much since you had come to greet him.

“Good morning, Kyungsoo. Uh, how early were you, may I ask?” You sat on the chair opposite him and started to take off your coat.

“Only 10 minutes. You look pretty.” Although he had a slightly nervous smile on, as if he’d said something wrong, the compliment slid from his lips quite automatically.

“Oh, thank you,” the compliment surprised you since you hadn’t put on much more than light makeup and an oversized sweater, “You look good too.” You weren’t lying; he had a beige turtleneck sweater, washed blue jeans and a black trenchcoat. This all complimented his rich skin and dark hair.

You noticed you two had been staring at each other for a while when your friend out down her bag next to you, “Shall we start?”

Throughout the whole 3 hours, you three had spent over books and notes, Kyungsoo, your friend and you had grown a lot closer. Kyungsoo wasn’t the funniest person you had met, but had interesting stories to share, and told them well. He seemed to be one to hide a lot, but once you buy him a coffee and sit down, he’s quite easy-going. You kept being reminded of his quieter reputation and how it had easily broken once you spoke to him, according to the night you had met him at the laundry room.

Kyungsoo found himself fascinated whenever you added on to the conversation. He was slightly scared by this, as he won’t be able to fully concentrate as you’re talking, in the future. He tried to subtly study you instead of the subject at hand, however, he knew he had work to do and the reason you and your friend were here was to help each other with whatever there was a need for. 

Around 01:30 P.M, your room-mate called, asking for you to pick her up from the male dorms since she doesn’t want to wander alone. After her complaining about her boyfriend, Chanyeol, having his part-time job (which was a miracle, by the way) and not being able to take her, you agreed with a deep sigh.

After finishing all of your beverages, your friend left first due to a meeting, leaving Kyungsoo and yourself to each others company. Nothing wrong with that though, absolutely.
Especially since Kyungsoo, hearing the phone calls’ summary, rolled his eyes at his roommate, “I’ll walk with you.”

You and Kyungsoo seemed to have many thoughts and feelings in common. Although you had only one class together, Kyungsoo seemed very fond of you; sitting two rows in front and had two interactions which both involved your room-mates boyfriend. You two talked about how miserable other classes make you feel and how burdening the assignments are. You spoke about the laughable sight of students fast asleep in lifts, on benches and even inside janitor rooms, banally around 5 to 6 A.M.

You thought that talking to someone of Kyungsoo’s exterior is intimidating as he has the reputation (as gossiped by your room-mate) of the quieter and colder kind of person, one who has a strong view of the world as a rather bothersome place as well with the people in it. However, the more you spoke to the male, the more interesting he was. You felt that if he’d carry out a conversation with you each day, you’d forget any forlorn feeling.

You both stood ahead of a dormitory door, a door where you’d have to leave Kyungsoo until the next tied class. You were gathering a way of saying thank you and goodbye however before you could a figure opened the door and smirked down at you and Kyungsoo until he pushed the taller once he said, “Had a good, long walk, have you? Good to know that you’re finally deciding to talk to her.”

You recognised the taller male at the door as Sehun and merely blushed, rolling your eyes at his judgement.

You yelled a thank you to Kyungsoo as your room-mate dragged you away, into a spiral of inquiries about your experience.

this is shit bye.


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GIRRRRL what are some of ur fave headcannond abt the cullens??

OH MY GOD okay fasten your seatbelts kids cause we’re going for a RIDE

okay okay I need to stop myself before I begin or I will list out EVERY SINGLE ONE so I’ll limit myself to two per person, one hilarious and one sweet ( and I’m going to use my own cause there are so many amazing ones out there like Emmett giving Esme rocks with #1 MOM omg)


- at work he constantly carries hot tea/ has pocket warmers in his coat pockets so his hands are warm and his patients don’t feel uncomfortable if he has to touch them

- he had a phase in the 50′s were he was OBSESSED with magic tricks. It started out with the coin-behind-your-ear trick cause he wanted to cheer up the sick children at work, but escalated quickly. At first everybody went along with it because it was Carlisle  and you don’t say no to Carlisle, but Esme put her foot down when he stood in front of her with a sequin dress in one hand and a chainsaw in the other one

-She’s an actual fairy godmother and sends out anonymous gifts to families ( especially single moms) that are struggling. She never really talks about it but there are records and receipts in her desk about anonymous money that went to a family whose house burned down ( surprisingly, the sum comfortably covered the expenses Esme charged for rebuilding it and left over a nice financial cushion as well), or about a car that mysteriously appeared in a driveway after Mrs Olson’s old one broke down and she didn’t know how to get her five kids to school, as well as a good dozen drug bills that are mysteriously paid for every month by an unknown benefactor

- Once Emmett coerced her into playing an Ego-Shooter against him and she fucking destroyed him and neither of them have talked about it ever since


- he uses his talent to kind of ‘shape’ conversations so the other one says something that’s the perfect opener for him to say something utterly pretentious sophisticated ( that’s reason number three why it bothers him that he can’t hear Bella cause he has to improvise, and with the one person he desperately want to impress, too!)

- he was the one who gave Carlisle the idea with the islands as a gift because Esme was thinking a lot about how she was missing the sun and swimming, and he helped Carlisle deal with everything because Carlisle doesn’t speak Portuguese


- he once got lost in a deep sea trench cause he wanted to see what’s down there and he kind of didn’t take into consideration that even vampire eyes can’t see if there is no light at all and the pressure kinda messes with your senses ( they had to tie a rope around Edward and send him on a rescue mission) he still considers it a success cause he got to eat a shark on his way back up

- (I’ll say it again) HE BRAIDS ROSE’S HAIR AND HE IS GOOD AT IT ( and proud of it too)


-She might or might not own one of the six Bugatti Royale 4 that she might or might not have smuggled out of Europe through the parisian sewers during World War 2

- She made Edward leave a bag of money on Vera’s porch a few months after she ‘died’. She couldn’t live the life she had wanted- rich and a mother with a loving family- so at least Vera should.


- he doesn’t exactly consider Esme as his mother ( because lbh he’s much older than her) but they are very close nonetheless, and he is very grateful to her because she was the first one who immediately accepted him ( as a person, and not just as Alice’s creepy, scarred extension) so he accepts her as his Mom.

he practically single handedly built  Bella’s cottage so he wouldn’t need to feel the…. exitement of the newlyweds all the time


- between her second birth and finding Jasper she definitely worked as a medium and joined a circus with a fancy tent, tarot cards and everything

- she often lies about good news, like telling Bella “ Oh, I love what you’ll get me for graduation” even she hadn’t actually seen anything yet, because she knows that a positive mindset and an optimism works wonders for shaping the future ( like, you know, telling Edward he will fall for Bella anways, so get it over with already…)

- she keeps on freaking about her birthdays so much that Emmett starts buying her anti-age products as birthday gifts, which usually results in a birthday wrestling match ( she wins the first year, afterwards she loses everytime, which results in jokes about how she’s really getting older, huh?)

- eventually she learns to control her power so much that she is, with some effort, able to block Edward’s talent from the rest of the family. They are used to it and don’t mind anymore, and she doesn’t do it all the time ( because Edward feels slightly uncomfortable too, like he’s suddenly gone half-deaf) but she is able to give her family privacy and Edward respite from all the noise. She literally gives him peace of mind.

okay I have like a ton more but I’ll stop now. If you want more, you can always ask though :)

“Are you cold?” Victor said. His gloved hand slid up and down the length of Yuuri’s arm. “We need to get you a warmer coat before Russia.”

“I’m … .” Yuuri trailed off and swallowed. “No. I’m not cold.”

Because really. What sane person could concentrate on being cold when Victor Nikiforov was touching them?

“Mmm, that’s too bad,” Victor all but purred in his ear. “Russians know many creative ways of keeping the body warm.”

Winter Song, Chapter One by proantagonist / @borntomake

Finally finished this! I love the heck out of this fanfic and wholeheartedly recommend it to any other victuuri fans out there. uwu I don’t know why, I just really wanted to draw this little bit.

When The Tide Turns (12/16)

Summary:  The plan was to go to England, finish the case and head back home in a matter of days. Of course, nothing in Emma’s life ever goes according to plan. Not only does she end up travelling across Europe, looking for a Liam Jones in order to finish her case, she ends up travelling with Liam’s brother - an annoyingly handsome Killian Jones. And she doesn’t trust him one bit.

Rating: T, for language (this chapter in particular) and some violence later on 

Beta-reader: I can’t thank Aina enough for being so helpful and kind! Shout-out to @forget-me-not-s !!

Artists: these artists are seriously such talented and amazing people, and they deserve so much praise!!! @theblacksiren - check out her beautiful artwork for chapter 1 here and chapter 7 here! @optomisticgirl created the awesome banner - and soon you’ll get to see the amazing masterpiece created by @fairytalesandtimetravel

Word count: ~6986 (68k+ in total)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 |  Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 |


As it turned out, buying a warmer coat to brave the cold north was unnecessary - Emma borrowed one from Elsa.

Standing in Elsa’s house a few hours after having left the airport, Emma looked down at the snug brown jacket wrapped around her. Lined with soft dark fur, it was certainly warm, and Emma said as much to Elsa and Killian.

“I’m surprised you’re still capable of feeling anything at all after walking around in that thin leather jacket of yours,” Killian quipped, sitting at Elsa’s dining table with a mug of tea in his hand. Emma didn’t even bother to glare at him. He knew how much she liked her red leather jacket.

“It fits you rather well - better than it ever did me,” Elsa commented with a smile. As soon as Killian had told her they’d be heading further north to look for Liam, Elsa had remembered old winter coats and warm boots lying around and had offered to find them for Emma. An offer Emma gladly accepted.

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I can’t draw grown ups well, so I settled for grumpy teenage girlfriends Mindfang and Dolorosa. Mindfang loves 3 things: the sea, her kissmesis, and her matesprit (she loves the sea the most, the other two are tied). Dolorosa loves 2 things: nice quite baths and not dying, she’s still bringing Mindfang a warmer coat though~

Precarious // 4

mafia!bts: park jimin
precarious: adj. dangerously insecure or unstable
Psychotic, that’s how he viewed himself. He was a precise hitman who never made a mistake, until now. Set on an all kill mission, he brings back more than just blood stains.
word count: 1719
warnings: explicit language, violence

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Jimin scanned the room, keeping a watchful eye on your tiny figure. He was on the second floor, waiting for his cue with Jungkook. He leaned over the balcony and watched as you chatted happily with the men.

A small source of warmth filled his cold insides. He realized that you looked very pretty when you smiled. He liked seeing you smile. He was unsure how to separate between genuine and not because you never smile around him. 

“You done yet, Romeo?” Jungkook’s sarcasm lingered in the casual air. Jimin regained himself and turned to see Jungkook already heading in front of bedroom 8. Jimin proceeded to stand in front of bedroom 3. 

He wrapped his black bandana around the lower half of his face and checked his perimeters for safety measures. The top of your head peeked between the railings and Jimin cursed himself for getting distracted by you. 

Jimin listened for a screech and watched Jungkook count down with his fingers. 3, 2, 1. The door was quickly down after one strong kick and he locked his target with his gun.

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Coalescence III {Nessian AU}

Coalescence is defined as the process of joining to form something or to bond, or the union of two things in one completely new and unique in which the original parts are still recognizable. It’s also the term used to describe the union of two galaxies.

Tags: Nessian College AU. A lot of feels.  A lot of bickering.  A lot of teasing. Song based. Sisters bonding. Attempted Sexual Assault. Rated mature due violence and sexual content.

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Huuuuge thanks to @rowaelinislife​ 

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Nesta started her Friday like any other Friday, except for the eleven text messages Feyre had sent her by lunchtime, to make sure she wasn’t having any second thoughts about the party. No, Nesta had replied, she wasn’t, the only second thoughts in her head concerned punching Graysen in the face.

Her only class was in the morning, which gave her enough free time to clean the house and hunt for stains of paint to complain about in Feyre’s ears later. Luckily for her sister, she didn’t find any and had a great time reading a nice book after cooking lunch. Nesta wasn’t a good cook, but she could survive and usually Elain would make food enough for dinner and the next day’s lunch, but after what happened last night…  

She rolled over onto her belly on her bed, opened her notebook, just to check a few things – like Graysen’s Social Medias. If he was already seeing someone or partying she would not be held responsible for her actions.  

After an hour or so, stalking him and his closest friends like the control freak she deep down knew she was, Nesta had found a whole lot of nothing. Not even a mention on Facebook, not even a picture liked on Instagram, not even a retweet about his recent break up or what he was currently doing. The only thing he posted was a complaining about some administration paper he had to write and she couldn’t care less.  

Her phone vibrated and she rolled her eyes, ready to tell Feyre again that she was really going when she saw the name on the screen. Cassian. He had texted once, after the terrible incident with Feyre at the party, to know how they were doing and if they needed anything, and that was it, she never gave a reason for him to text her again.  

A small touch of curiosity scratched her insides and she opened the message.  

Cassian: Hey!

Cassian: It’s Cass, in case you don’t have my number.  

Cassian: I was wondering if you have any preference for drinks?  

Cassian: We’re buying everything now.  

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For Rebelcaptain week, Day 2

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Words: 919

Rated: G

There was nothing about Hoth that spelled comfort.

It was cold, bitterly cold, the wind whipped your face, the air dried your skin, and being inside all day, seeing the same faces all the time, tended to drive you mad.

Cassian hated having to bring Jyn here. He had half expected her to bolt when they were told where the next rebel base was going to be. But she had only shrugged her shoulders, started packing her stuff. Cassian had mentally reminded himself to trade some extra credits and get her a parka.

Jyn threw herself into the Rebel Alliance with a fierceness that caught Cassian off guard. He hadn’t expected her to join at all, had prepared himself for that day when she would go off on her own, her freedom hard won. But that day hadn’t come, and as time passed Cassian allowed himself some hope, that maybe she would stay for good.

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When The Tide Turns (9/16)

Summary:  The plan was to go to England, finish the case and head back home in a matter of days. Of course, nothing in Emma’s life ever goes according to plan. Not only does she end up travelling across Europe, looking for a Liam Jones in order to finish her case, she ends up travelling with Liam’s brother - an annoyingly handsome Killian Jones. And she doesn’t trust him one bit.

Rating: T, for language and a bit of violence later on

Beta-reader: thank you Aina ( @forget-me-not-s )  for all your wonderful help!!

Artists: these artists are seriously such talented and amazing people, and they deserve so much praise!!! @theblacksiren - check out her beautiful artwork for chapter 1 here and chapter 7 here! @optomisticgirl created the awesome banner - and soon you’ll get to see the amazing masterpiece created by @fairytalesandtimetravel 

Word count: ~5020 (68k+ in total)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 |  Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 |


Something was wrong. Emma sensed it the moment she came back from the restroom and saw Killian looking all sullen.

“What’s up with you?”

Killian’s shoulders tensed - he hadn’t even noticed her presence before she spoke.

Something was definitely wrong.

“I, uh, received a rather unexpected phone call.”

So he’s finally the one on the phone and I don’t get a chance to eavesdrop? Emma thought a little bitterly. She wasn’t as annoyed with his eavesdropping as she had been earlier, but she still wished to get even with him.

“Good unexpected?” She tried, sitting down in the booth.

“Depends on how you look at it,” Killian answered, rather vaguely. Emma waited for him to elaborate. “It was a woman named Elsa. From Norway. It seems she knows a thing or two about my dear brother.”

“Seriously?” Emma exclaimed, wondering how that could be considered bad news. “That’s great! What does she know?”

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Ladrien June Day 28 - Staying Warm

This one is not my favorite. But I am almost done! I can’t believe there are only two days left!

Ladybug swung through the buildings, keeping an eye on the streets below. It had been an uneventful, if chilly, patrol and she was considering heading home early and actually getting a decent night’s sleep for once. As the weather had been getting colder she was starting to feel sleepy all the time.

That’s when she spotted Adrien Agreste walking down the street.

She stared, smiling the same dopey smile that she always got when she saw him. Before she could think better of it, she swooped down to him.

“Hey,” she said, trying to sound nonchalant.  

“Ladybug!” His grin was almost blinding.

“Just making sure all of Paris’s citizens are safe and warm.” She used her ‘superhero voice’, trying to hide her nervousness. “You should probably wear a warmer coat. It’s getting pretty chilly.”

He looked bemused and she jumped away, wanting to end the interaction before she made too much of a fool of herself.

“Thank you, Ladybug!” Adrien called after her.

The heat from her face kept her warm even with the cold bite of the night air.

anonymous asked:

school is tomorrow can I have some happy LJ headcannons I'm stressed as fuck pls

LJ really likes to braid hair, it calms him and he thinks the design is cool.

He owns alot of fluffy stuff, he loves it. Leg warmers, coats, socks, those weird ass shoulder pads, you name it. Out of all of them he owns socks the most. Why? Because he likes to glide across the wooden floor at godspeed in style.

anonymous asked:

Hey angel, i adore your blog so much and you're lovely btw! I'd like to ask if you could give me any outfit inspiration. I love your princess-y outfit tips but its cold where i live rn, autumns not so much but our winters especially. I was wondering if you have any ideas to look cute while it's cold outside. I'd be very thankful x ✨💗

hi, sweetpea!!! i love autumn and winter; i feel like it is actually a most wonderful time to be especially fashionable. :,) layering is very important, of course! and there’s ways to do so that don’t make you look like a potato (unless you’d like to, of course. 🙈) some of my favourite go-to’s include ideas like these:

- if you wear dresses or skirts, make sure to add stockings in any color. i personally prefer mostly-sheer, but thick tights are adorable and keep you much warmer! ^~^

- cute coats - double-breasted, with a petticoat underneath, or with faux-fur lining the neck - that are fitted at the waist or have a belt (the flared silhouette is so gorgeous and feminine)!

- long-sleeved tops (collared, button-down, turtleneck, chiffon, mohair, etc), tucked into high-waisted skirts (plaid, corduroy, lace, with suspender straps…) 💕

- a very modern-day princess look is the classic fitted black pant + horizontal black-and-white striped long sleeve top + black, burgundy, or nude beret; mid-length button down coat + black flats, loafers, or boots. any rendition of this look always looks so chic to me 😻 and is perfect for the girls who are more lenient to pants rather than skirts and dresses! ~

- speaking of dresses… some ways to stay warm while keeping elegant in a dress could include: pairing it with an infinity scarf (or a faux-fur neck wrap), wearing thigh-high socks over sheer stockings, adding furry gloves or mittens + a matching faux-fur hat or head wrap, adding knee or thigh-high boots (mine actually keep me that much warmer!), wearing a cute cardigan, coat, or blazer; or wearing a form-fitted and long-sleeved top underneath an overall/suspender/thin-strapped dress. ☺️

i sincerely hope this helps, doll face! i may upload a series of warmer-winter outfit photos soon for a better visual. 🙈 i hope you have a beautiful night; you’re so sweet, and thank you so much! :,) 💕😊