warmer coats

(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.

Bibliophile pt 3

Pt 1   Pt 2

“Ryan is way better than Brown, just saying.” 

Namjoon X Reader Friendship AU


A/N- Okay so this took forever… I don’t know how long this fic will go for I’m just going to write whenever I have inspiration for it :) 

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Awaking from the human alarm clock next door, it wasn’t long before you were dressed and ready for work. Greeted with the smug grin on Namjoon’s lips, you waved a halfhearted goodbye before pulling the heavy metal door open. The sudden gush of wind made you regret not pulling on the warmer coat sitting comfortably by the couch as you hesitated by the door for a moment. Spying the time on your watch, you pulled your blazer closer around your skin before taking the first chilling step out of the building and to the train station.

The uncomfortable material colouring the train seats throughout the carriage itched through your jeans as you shuffled further over, allowing another to sit next to you. Glancing up from your phone, your eyes met a young man around the same age making his way over to the space next to you. He sent a sunshine smile your way before sitting in the vacant seat as you forced your attention away from his hazel brown eyes and colour streaked hair to the surroundings outside. The sun reflected is profile onto the glass as you studied his features more closely. Smile crinkles traced themselves along the surface of his skin as his dimples appeared with each chew of his gum. The earphone cord trailed down along a navy-blue coat that reached to just below the knees. A striped black and white shirt sat tightly along his chest as a black scarf hung around his neck. The rips in his pale blue jeans exposed glimpses of his glowing skin as his puma sneakers finished off the carefully put together outfit. Shifting your attention to the surroundings, you hurried to your feet as the train pulled up to your stop. Sending an apologetic smile the man’s way, he lifted himself from the seat, offering his arm for support against the rusting breaks. A smile befell his lips as you said a small ‘Thank you’ in return before shuffling your way through the public. 

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“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.


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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anonymous asked:

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 :)

“Y/N, let’s go!” Harry called out, fishing through his coat pockets to double check if he had everything he needed for the day. “Make sure to dress warmly!” The reason why he was reminding you was because last time, you had insisted you didn’t need a to dress warmly because ‘it’s not even that cold out, Harry’ - and that resulted in you getting sick and staying in bed for a proper week and a bit. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” You replied, padding down the stairs with one sock on while wrapping a scarf around your neck. “Okay, I’m ready.” Harry turned around to look at you, a smile immediately spreading on his face. “What?” He was smiling at you because you were basically dressed from head to toe in his clothes. One of his sweaters underneath his coat, and his scarf around your neck - Harry had to admit, you looked very snuggly. 

“Nothin’!” Harry shrugged, walking over and adjusting the scarf for you. “Yeh jus’ look cute wearin’ my things. Basically drownin’ in them.” He teased, leaning down to press a kiss to your nose, giggling when you whined and swatted at him. “Nice to know you’re rummaging through my closet instead of your own.” 

“Your coats are warmer.” You murmured, Harry reaching down to button you up. “I like wearing your clothes!” 

“I like seeing you wearing my clothes.” Harry cooed, fixing the beanie atop your head. “A’right, love. I think we’re nice and warm now.” 

“You sure? You don’t want to wrap me up in another coat?” You snorted, Harry rolling his eyes before taking your hand. “Or maybe get another pair of mittens? Perhaps another beanie? Or-” 

“Another word outta you and yeh won’t be wearin’ my clothes again.” 



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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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Originally posted by bangtannoonas

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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Clan Headcanons

-Somali characteristics
-Their tendency to let in outsiders and breed with other Clans leads to a less defined ‘look’ as time goes on
-Kittens are less likely to be born with deformities associated with inbreeding
-Strongly leans toward warmer coat colours and tabbies

-Javanese traits
-Prone to problems associated with inbreeding
-Typically solid coloured cats
-Light grey and sandy coats are prominent, as it helps them blend better with the moors they make home. (Apprentices are more likely to be picked off by birds of prey and other predators if their coat doesn’t offer much camouflage)

-American Wirehair characteristics
-Thanks to the rogues that joined them early on, they are less likely to be born with genetic disorders
-Also thanks to the rogues, there are a few hairless cats in the Clan
-Dark fur is prominent, lots of dark tabbies and tortoiseshells

-Prone to problems associated with inbreeding
-Coats are sleek and oily due to their diet of fish, giving them an otter-like ability to shed water
-Lots of silver and brown tabbies and colorpoints, with markings typically light
-Small ears are common

faker-king-knight-sage  asked:

Graveyard (Well, my pick is 100% Shirou during the Normal Ending of Heaven's Feel and cause I want some feels and angst.)

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graveyard     • • •     my character will visit your character’s grave.

The wind blows. She pulls the shawl closer, as if the thin fabric can shield her from the numbing cold. The frost of the winter air bites her skin and she wonders again, why she decided not to bring a scarf or a warmer coat.

But she already knows the answer.

It’s… strange. To desire to dress up well on this day. Her hair is done up for once, and she even applied a little of make-up.

All for a grave visit.

Others would have chosen to wear duller colours but Sakura sports her light colours.

She stops in front of the grave, the strap of her low heels digs into her skin and she regrets… just a little. Heels might be a little too much; she should have went with her prettier pair of flats. Shirou will have preferred her to keep to her comfort zone, she thinks. Well… there’s always next year.

She huffs out, hot breath condensing into white as she squats down. Putting the bouquet onto the grave, her fingers trace over the cold marble.

“Hey… Senpai, I… grew out my hair this past year. Do you… think that it looks good on me?” What greets her is cold silence, but she continues, non-deterred. “It’s a little more difficult to maintain, so I asked Nee-san for help. She always had long hair you know, and her hair is always so silky and pretty. She was so surprised when I asked her.” She giggles a little.

Then silence. She takes out the flowers, removing the paper and the strings before putting them in the flower vase. She adjusts it for a while, until she’s satisfied. Purple eyes then fall onto the nameplate again.

Another gust of wind blows past her and she tightens her hold on the pink shawl. Already, her lips feel dry, and she resists the urge to take out her chapstick. Not in front of him.

The sun isn’t out today. It’s just her luck that it’s overcast, clouds blocking the warm rays and leaving her with only coldness and loneliness. She studies the grave for a while longer.

“How long,” she starts, voice now with none of the previous mirth. “How long… are you going to make me wait, Senpai…”

There’s something in her throat now, heavy on her heart. “You… promised, right?” Her voice seems to be breaking. And she hates herself, for not being able to keep a smiling face for this visit. 

“We were– We are going to see the sakura. You said it… You promised. The sakura season is coming soon, Senpai. Last year you didn’t… But that’s okay. You needed to rest after that fight… But…

“This year… you definitely have to come, okay?


AN: Thank you to aquamarine-907 for giving this cute af request, I really hope that this is what you were looking for! *I do not own the gif, and please ignore any spelling errors.

Pairing: Pietro (AoU) X Reader

Prompt: Hi love your writing! :) Hope to see more! Also I was wondering if you were taking requests? If so could you do a PietroxReader where the reader is an Avenger and she’s trying to fall asleep but can’t and bumps into Pietro which turns into a fun all nighter?
((The request was rather general, so I really hope that this is what you had in mind! Sorry if it is a bit short))


“We’re Going Out”

You learned almost immediately that New York City was probably one of the worst places to sleep. You had been living in New York for about a month, but most of those nights you were on a mission with the rest of the avengers or just so exhausted from your training that you crashed right away.

But, Natasha caught a cold and couldn’t train you, so you went to bed full of energy and with out a single ounce of fatigue. Every time you closed your eyes, all you heard was the car horns outside or whatever else went on in the streets.

Groaning in annoyance, you rolled out of your bed and rubbed your eyes. You gave up on sleep all together and decided that you were going out watch TV or something. You wrapped your body in your favorite blanket (a pink one with kitties printed all over it), figuring that no one would be up to see you at this ungodly hour.

You softly padded your way down the halls of the Avengers tower and made your way to the kitchen.

Oh, yeah! You thought when you spotted a little tray of chocolate chip cookies on the counter. Bruce, much to everyone’s surprise, had a strong love for baking and would often make cookies and cakes. You heard everyone talk about how great they are, but you had never gotten a chance to try them because a certain Avenger (*cough* Pietro *cough*) would always ran past you and snatch it from your hands as you were about to put it in your mouth.

You put the cook in your mouth, and you almost cried because of how delicious it was.

“Y/N?” You heard an accented voice carry through the kitchen. “You are eating my cookies!”

You turned around and snorted at Pietro. Though you were new to the Avengers, everyone was pretty excepting of you, and Pietro in particular had made an effort to be a friend to you. Surprisingly, you felt very comfortable around him.

“Just because you always take them does not make them yours.” You clarified, grabbing another cookie. Pietro rolled his eyes and zoomed over to the tray of cookies and snatched them all up.

“Is this what you always do?” You asked, looking at the clock. “Do you always zoom around the tower stealing people’s cookies at two O'clock in the morning?”

“I only steal cookies when Bruce makes them,” He clarifies. “And yes, I am usually up at this hour.”

It was then that you realized that he was fully clothes and looked just as awake as he was during the day. “Why? Don’t you ever sleep?”

He shrugged then went over to the tea kettle to put on some hot water. He zoomed over and grabbed two mugs from the cabinet. “I am more of the nap kind of guy, I don’t usually sleep for very long.”

You sat down on a stool and pulled it up to the counter what Pietro was making the tea at. You watched his muscles through his tight shirt shift and stretch every time he moved to get a tea bag or sugar. A small fuzzy feeling in your chest appeared.

“What about you?” He asked whilst pouring the water into the mugs. “Couldn’t sleep?”

“Yeah,” You sighed. “Too much noise and stuff. I just needed to get up and walk around.”

He nodded and slid the warm red mug over to you. “So…do you want to do something?”

You looked at him with curious eyes. “Like what?”

He shrugged. “We’re in New York City! What do you mean ‘like what’? We could do anything!”

You had to admit, the idea was more than appealing to you than just sitting around and talking about Pietro’s sleep habits. “Maybe…but it’s the middle of the night. What would we do?”

He threw his hands up in excitement. “Anything! We could just walk around, or…what ever you want. I just don’t want to be cooped up in this tower.”


“So, get dressed.” Pietro gulped down his tea in a second, then put it in the sink. “We’re going to out.”


For the entire month or so that you had lived in NYC, you hadn’t done much sight seeing. You were always away on missions or cooped up in the tower training, so the entire area was new to you.

Of course, at two in the morning, a lot of the shops and touristy stuff was shut down, which was kind of nice. Though it was dark there was still a lot of people and cars out, and for your first time walking around you felt a little intimidated.

As you and Pietro crossed the road you grabbed his jacket sleeve and looked from side to side cautiously, afraid that one of those crazy taxies was going to ram right into you.

“The amazing Y/N,” Pietro said in a mocking tone. “She can fight an entire army of HYRDA agents without a so much as a second thought, but is afraid of New York traffic!”

You waited until you both were safely on the sidewalk, then slapped his shoulder. “Shut up, I’ve never walked around here before. I’m just being careful.”

Pietro let out a soft chuckle and wrapped one of his arms around your shoulders, pulling you close to him. “I am just teasing you, love. It’s good to be careful.”

You blushed at the name 'love’ and tried to fight off the smile that threated to grace your lips.

“Where are we going?” You asked and began to rub your hands together to create some warmth. “I would have grabbed a warmer coat if I had known we were going to be walking this far.”

You watched the snow fall from high above the skyscrapers and shivered, maybe this wasn’t the best idea.

“It’s just a little farther.” Pietro said as he pulled you even closer to him. You resisted the urge to snuggle up to him, the man was like a heater.

After a few more minutes of walking, you ended up at the entrance of one of the largest parks you had ever seen. You shrugged Pietro off your shoulder and walked over to a sign to brush the snow off and read it.

“…Central Park?”

You have heard of it before, and said that one day you would try to go and see it, but you hadn’t realized just how big it was. And, even at night, how beautiful.

It was covered with a thin layer of snow and the lamps let off a dim glow that shimmered over to the walkways and bridges.

“I figured that Central Park would be a good place for you to get first acquainted with the city.” You heard Pietro say. “That, and it’s beautiful around this time of year.”

You couldn’t wait to see what the park was like, so you grabbed the cuff of Pietro’s sleeve and tugged him along the stone path. You couldn’t see, but Pietro was admiring how cute you looked when you got excited.

You ended up finding a small bridge that stretched over a small stream. You grabbed the edge and leaned as far as you possibly could to see the waters under.

“Whoa, Y/N, be careful.” Pietro said quickly and grabbed your hips to keep you from falling,

“Look!” You said excitedly and pointed at the water. “It’s like a mirror, I can see my reflection!”

You made a few funny faces into the calm and icy waters, Pietro laughed and leaned over to see what your face looked like in the water. He grinned and did the same, sticking out his tongue and crossing his bright eyes.

Watching the reflection, you could see him stop making face and turn to look at you. Before you could even avert your eyes from the waters, you saw him lean in and place a light kiss on your could cheek.

“We should do this again, yeah?”

((I wasn’t sure if the person who requested wanted a 'stay up all night and cuddle’ kind of all nighter, but I opted for the 'fluffy night on the town’ sort of story. I hope you liked it either way! Sorry if it seemed a little sucky, I don’t think I was at my best with this one))

dionesyia  asked:

more headcanons: when at work, Carlsile always has pocket warmers in his coat pockets to warm his hands with so his patients don't get uncomfortable. He also carries hot cups of coffee or tea with him for the same purpose, so all the nurses think he loves coffee/tea and constantly buy him exotic stuff to try out. Rumor has it that he has shadows under his eyes because his caffeine addiction is greater than his need for sleep, but most believe it's a necessity with all the extra shifts he covers.

This is so considerate and just so Carlisle, I’m honestly gonna cry. I love this so much. 

I also have this headcanon that Carlisle really just has a thing for warmth in general. Like he’s been around for so long, and the only temperature he really knows is cold. So like, being outdoors on a sunny day is really nice for him. Or, if we’re talking in the sense that he has a human mate, he loves to cuddle and hold them and just feel their body heat. He also loves working with newborn babies, because they are just these little balls of warmth, and he loves how they curl into his body when he holds them. 

You Weren’t Ready (pt. 2)

Summary: Bucky tries to spare his girlfriend’s feelings as he prepares to leave for the war. Set in the 40’s.  

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,990

Warnings: Mentions of death, and heartache.

(Y/N) = your name; (Y/L/N) = your last name

a/n: I apologize if it doesn’t live up to the expectations set up by the first part. I was told of the possibility of writing a part 3, focused on the events of the last moments of Civil War, but I’m still considering it. I like how the story feels ending it with this part, but a part 3 would be interesting to try. I’ll let you guys know if I go anywhere with that idea. Text in italics represents flashbacks. Feedback is always appreciated <3

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Tagging: @bucky-is-my-sin @jmmbookworm @bovaria @beautifulbri26 @aesthetic-marvel-trash @buchanahfam

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a headcanon or scenario about MC going out in the snow because she forgot to buy something for Christmas, tells 707 to go home first without them but then a blizzard kicks in and MC hasn't came home yet. 707 gets worried and finds MC nearly freezing to death, buried under the deep snow... (I'm sorry if it's too long... but can you please do 707 at least? If possible, can you do all of RFA?) Thank you ^^ What happens after they find MC is up to you. I hope it's a good ending...

Okay, I had to think about how I was going to approach this. So the way I’m doing this is that I’m going to write out small drabbles for any parts that can be a “common and generic” experience between them and then branch off when it becomes more personal. Also, I did NOT include Jaehee, just because I feel like somehow she’d have found a way to avoid this entire situation through her preparedness.

This is very long.

You hadn’t bothered to check the forecast for the day, since snow this early in the winter is not a common occurrence where you live. When it does come, it’s usually such a small amount that it has no effect on anyone other than young children who were excited to see it and those people who always started whining when anything white fell from the sky. But now as he stands staring out the window watching the storm growing worse, he wishes you had bothered.

You realized last minute that you forgot to buy an essential part of your Christmas dinner and left on what should have been a short trip to the grocery store; of course, he’d known it would take you longer simply because that’s your style. You’ll either run into someone you know and stop to catch up with them or you’ll end up perusing the aisles to see if you can find anything else you’d like to make, or even sometimes both. So the fact that you’ve been gone longer than you said you’d be isn’t unusual or enough to make him worry on its own.

The blizzard comes on suddenly, though, the sky filling with clouds and darkness settling upon the city long before it should have. There is little to no warning before the snow starts to fall, fast and in such large quantities that it starts to pile up at an alarming rate. He’s antsy, and he tries your phone once more, hoping to get an answer as to your whereabouts. It rings and rings until finally it goes to voicemail, and he hangs up, dropping it onto the table beside him. What’s he going to do?


  • He’s already halfway out the door when you don’t answer your phone.
  • His worry spikes when he feels just how strong the wind is, stumbling a bit in the snow.
  • He’s really wishing that he had better snow boots and a warmer coat right about now.
  • But what about you? You left in shoes and his hoodie under a medium-weight jacket.
  • It’s hard to see, so he turns on the flashlight on his phone as he makes his way through the rapidly piling up snow.
  • Is this the way to the grocery store? He’s not completely sure.
  • He calls Seven and asks for directions to the store but instead gets directions to you - thank god for the hacker and the RFA app on your phone.
  • He had taken a wrong turn so it takes longer than he’d like to reach you.
  • Oh no…

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