yes go look for my rabbit

Dark Chocolate|2|M

Originally posted by ngocanne

Pairing: Reader x Jung Hoseok 

Genre: Smut, minor fluff, and angst. 

Words: 6,190

Warnings: Slight Dom/Sub, orgasm denial, overstimulation. 

A/n: Wow this took me awhile to finally write! I hope you like this part as much as the last. Hopefully, it will quench your thirst~ Special Playlist 

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The Great Baltimore Bake Off

(Read on AO3 here.)

“You two ready?” Beverly Katz called out across the field. Two hands emerged from behind a large bale of hay and flashed two thumbs ups. “Alright folks, let’s go!” She hefted her camera and motioned to Matthew Brown to move the boom into place.
After a few beats, Brian Zeller and Jimmy Price peeked out from behind the bale. “Welcome to the Great Baltimore Bake Off!” They proclaimed in unison.

The twelve bakers clustered outside of the tent, waiting for their cue to walk in.

“Hannibal, what a surprise.” Frederick Chilton drawled.

“Hello, Frederick.” Hannibal replied cordially.

“Oh, do you two know one another? How fun!” A rotund man inquired, inserting himself into the conversation.

“Fredrick and I attended medical school together.” Hannibal explained shortly.

“Yes. His cooking was quite the rage in our mutual study groups.” Fredrick smiled thinly.

“And what do you have here, Tobias?” Zeller inquired.

“Violin string. I find it makes a versatile garrote… for cutting cakes.”

“Hannibal? I don’t find him that interesting.” Will replied. “I mean, his cake looked beautiful, but it wasn’t very inventive.”

In the background of the shot, Hannibal frowns thoughtfully.

“Oh, Hannibal! What a coincidence! We’re both making a cheesecake!” Franklyn effused. “Great minds think alike and all that!”

“Can you tell us about your biscuits, Will?” Price inquired.

“Ah, yeah.” Will stammered. “They’re actually based on treat that I make my dogs. That’s, uh, how I got into baking…”

“It appears that Will has fallen asleep while watching his bake.”

“Poor thing, he must be doggone tired.” Price quipped.

“So, Hannibal, isn’t it?” Freddie simpered, sliding up alongside Hannibal. “Are you quite sure you haven’t had professional training? You’re so talented! Unlike Will, poor thing, his tart looks quite misshapen.”

“You’re being quite rude, Miss Lounds.”

“You’re putting on a show, Dr. Lecter.” Will stated flatly. “Giving people what they expect to see without exposing any of your true personality. I wonder when you’ll show us an original design.”

“So, Abigail. I hear you’re going off to school next year. Do you know what you’ll be majoring in?” Price asked the youngest contestant.

“Uh, no not yet. To be honest, I’m worried about my Dad letting me go.” She laughed, but it held a slight undercurrent of nervousness.

“I would have guessed you’d be an old fashioned hand-kneading kind of guy.” Bev noted as she filmed Will setting up his mixer.

“Uh, yeah, I used to be.” Will replied. “But I got a rotator cuff injury back when I was a cop.”

“Alright, bakers!” Price clapped, drawing everyone’s attention to the front of the tent. “I know you’re all buzzing with energy after that signature bake. Are you ready for today’s technical challenge? It’s a sticky problem - Russian Honey cake!”

“Fun fact about bees,” Zeller added. “Turns out they can make a hive in almost anything. There was a gruesome case in the paper this week where they found a hive in a corpse! Can you bee-lieve it?”

“It’s a good thing we have this sweet gig. I’d hate to deal with something like that!” Price waggled his eyebrows.

Will was sitting in front of his oven, his vacant gaze fixed on his baking loaf. Sweat beaded on his brow and weighed down his curls.

Hannibal padded over with two cups of coffee from the catering table and crouched down next to Will. “You look like a man in need of a distraction.”

“Why Freddie, what’s going to be in your pie? I don’t see any meat out.” Bella inquired, surveying Freddie’s counter.

“Oh yes. I’m a vegetarian. I’ll be using chickpeas and potatoes for my savory pie filling.”

“Mmm, it smells divine over here Mr. Lecter.” Jack hummed, peering into Hannibal’s mixing bowl. “What are you preparing for your filling?”

“Rabbit.” Hannibal replied.

“Ha, he should have hopped faster.” Jack joked as he inspected the crust resting on Hannibal’s counter. Freddie made a sound of disgust and Hannibal turned to regard her.

“I assure you Miss Lounds, I employ a very ethical butcher.” Hannibal explained.

“Hmph. Tell that to the rabbit.” She shot back, frowning.

“I did.” Hannibal smiled and turned back to his pie.

“You accused me of holding back, of projecting a shallow facade. But I wonder, dear Will, when will you stop playing it safe and let the judges see all that you’re capable of?”

“Shit! Shit shit shit!” Abigail swore. She’d forgotten to grease her tin and now her cake was in pieces. A few large chunks had turned out onto the rack but there was still a large piece stuck in the pan.

Hannibal looked up from icing his first batch of cupcakes. At the same time, Will looked over from measuring out ingredients for his icing. They both abandoned their bakes and headed to Abigail’s bench. She seemed frozen in shock, staring at the cake with a horrified expression on her face.

“It’s not as bad as it looks.” Will soothed as he offered her one of his flexible spatulas. “And none of it ended up on the floor, so you’ve got that going for you.”

Hannibal chuckled and set out a selection of geometric cutters. “I suggest evolving your showstopper design to include a series of individual cakes.”
In the end, Abigail won star baker with her tower of small cakes. Hannibal and Will shared a proud smile and the first glimmers of mutual respect.

“And how do your students feel being your impromptu baking guinea pigs?”

“To be honest, I think my students think I’ve finally lost it. But it’s either bring my bakes in for them or feed them to my dogs. And my dogs aren’t the most discerning eaters.”

“It’s inspired by my girlfriend.” Francis explained. Zeller and Price nodded in silence, waiting for him to continue, but it seemed that was all Francis had to say.

“He’s quite intense.” Price whispered.

“What are you making for today’s show stopper, Francis?”

“It’s the… Great… Red…. Dragon.” Francis replied breathlessly as he kneaded food coloring into the marzipan. Frederick leaned over to look Francis’ sketch.

“Hm. Looks a bit like a tooth fairy to me.” He said condescendingly before turning back to his gold-dusted marzipan monstrosity.

Francis glared at Chilton and continued working in silence.

Price and Zeller backed away slowly.

Hannibal gazed upon Will’s finale showstopper. It was, at its heart, a simple tiered cake but Will had elevated it to greatness with his chocolate and sugar work. A dark red mirror glaze covered the whole cake, the color so deep it was almost black. Delicate spun-sugar fireflies rested on chocolate fishing hooks piercing the rim of each layer. On the top tier, shards of chocolate and colored sugar were arranged to create the impression of a house adrift on a dark red sea. Will had placed a single candle in the house and its flickering evoked the passing beam of a lighthouse.

Tears pricked the corners of Hannibal’s eyes. “This is all I ever wanted for you.” He whispered to Will, reaching out touch a streak of chocolate on Will’s cheek. “For the both of us.”

Will gazed back at the man who had, over the past season, pressed him to experiment with sugar and chocolate. Who had been infuriating at first with his showmanship and stuffy charm. Who had brought him coffee and patiently listened to Will talk about his fishing flies. Who had subtly led him to see how he could use those skills in his bakes. “It’s… beautiful.” He breathed.

A roar startled both of them out of the moment and they ducked instinctively. A chunk of cake soared over their heads, lobbed at them from across the tent.
Francis, it seemed, wasn’t a very gracious loser.

Rabbits are not what they seem to be

Title: Rabbits are not what they seem to be
Author: Aisjustrunning
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: None Apply
Completed: Yes
Word count: 6594
Summary: When Bitty opened the door, there was a rabbit looking at him.
He rubbed his eyes, trying to chase away the sleep-induced hallucination. He blinked too, figuring it’d go away, but when he opened his eyes again, the rabbit was still there, looking at him with big blue eyes. An actual rabbit, a black fluffy ball with long floppy ears.
Or: A story of how the Stanley Cup is magic and grants wishes in the weirdest ways.

Most memorable line: “He’s a rabbit. He’s sitting on my lap. We think it’s Cup magic?”

Back From the Dead-Jerome Valeska Imagine

Requested: No

Warnings: some violence and creepy imagery

A/N: I have only seen the pictures of the new Jerome and I’m waiting for the new season to be available on Netflix. Therefore, this will probably not go along with the storyline in the show.

Originally posted by punkbandsharry

  All I wanted to do after my shift at Lola’s was run a hot bath, make dinner, and watch whatever was on TV. Though Lola’s was a cute ,tiny boutique in Gotham, it was amazing how much mayhem occurred during my nine hour shift. This dress needed to come in this color, not that color, this shirt wasn’t available in one girl’s size and she needed it for some event ASAP, and someone tried to steal the new purple suede heels and need to be written up.

   I would quit but I had college to pay for. Besides, my life could’ve been a lot worse. I wandered into my apartment, my mood immediately lifting when Rose, my Westie, ran up to me barking cutely.

   “Hi, Rosie,” I said in a baby voice as I picked her up. “Did you miss me?”

   She licked my face in response and I laughed as I kicked the door closed behind me. I made sure to secure every single lock before wandering further into my apartment. Though I did not live in the Narrows, it was still Gotham City and there were always maniacs and criminals roaming the streets and the last thing I needed was for one of them to break into my apartment.

    I carried Rosie into the kitchen and set her down as I began pulling out everything I needed to make lasagna. It was one of the best dishes I made and one of his old favorites. I shivered when I thought about the mad ginger man who used to stalk me. Fortunately, Jerome Valeska was dead and would never come back. My life was a lot calmer and much less worrisome since there were no strange presents showing up at my door or violent attempts at romantic letters appearing from nowhere. He had broken into my house a few times and I had found him sitting in the kitchen, eating lasagna.

   “This is great, babe, you have to make it for me again sometime.”

  Just thinking of his voice gave me chills. We had never formally met before and he had decided to attach himself to me. I was only in high school at the time and had enough on my plate without that weirdo being on my back. When Detective Gordon and the rest of GCPD arrested him, I thought that I was finally in the clear. Then, someone broke him out only for Theo Galavan to kill him shortly afterwards. When he died, I felt safe again but that didn’t mean that he didn’t haunt me until this day. Thinking about it, out of everyone, Jerome probably would have wanted to haunt me the most.

    I kicked off my shoes as I started making the sauce to go with the pasta that had just finished being prepared. Rose barked and whined at my feet.

    “You can’t have any of this, Rose. Your dinner’s coming soon enough,” I said.

    Suddenly, my phone beeped and I grabbed it. It was a text message.

   Don’t worry, sweetheart, we’ll be together again very soon.

   I froze for a second. 

   It couldn’t possibly be…no, it couldn’t have been Jerome. 

   “He’s dead, Y/N, deader than a door nail,” I whispered.

   Rose cocked her head at me and I smiled. “Don’t worry about it, Rose. Everything’s going to be just fine.”

   I hope.

  Once dinner was finished, I poured Rose’s food and water into their appropriate dishes before sitting down to watch TV. It was some mindless comedy sitcom but it did a good job of getting my mind off of my day. When Rose finished, she curled up into my side and I continued eating and watching TV. Suddenly, my phone buzzed. I grabbed it and saw that it was another text message.

   I don’t appreciate being ignored, Y/N.

   “This can’t be happening,” I whispered.

   I got up and looked around the room, but nothing seemed out of place. It had to be some sort of prank even though the stalker case I had opened against Jerome kept my name and picture out of the news. Therefore, I didn’t have any idea who could’ve figured out this would’ve been a good way to get under my skin.

     Rose looked up at me with a confused expression on her face.

    “It’s fine, Rose, someone’s just trying to mess with me. I think it’s a good time for a bath now.”

    I turned off the TV, put the dishes in the sink, and went into the bathroom and ran a bath. Baths always calmed me down since the hot water relaxed my muscles and the lavender candles I always lit whenever I took a bath. As the water ran, I took off my makeup and washed my face. Then, my mind wandered into a particularly dark memory.

   I was sitting in the waiting area of the busy GCPD. There were criminals in handcuffs, stressed out cops, and a lot of coffee. My parents were sitting on either side of me and my anxiety was clear. Detective Gordon had called us in for “a very important matter for the case”. All I knew was that I wanted everything to stop, especially that feeling that someone was always watching me, especially since that someone was a psychopath. Finally, Detective Gordon walked in, seeming cordial and a little overwhelmed.

   “Y/N, Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N,” he said.

   “What’s going on now?” Dad asked.

   “We have Mr. Valeska in questioning now, but he is refusing to cooperate under one condition,” Detective Gordon said.

   “And what is that?” Mom asked.

   Detective Gordon pressed his lips together before glancing at me. 

   “What does he want with me?” I asked.

   “He just wants to speak with you, but don’t worry; I’ll be outside and so will my partner. Jerome’s handcuffed as well so he can’t hurt you. Just know that if you don’t see him, it’ll make it incredibly more difficult to arrest him.”

   “No, I will not let him near my daughter!” Mom hissed, hugging me into her side.

   “I can understand the sentiment, Mrs. Y/L/N, but it isn’t really up to you.” 

  Detective Gordon turned to me and I swallowed my nerves. “I’ll do it.”

  “Y/N,” Mom gasped.

  “I don’t want him doing this anymore.”

  I slowly stood and followed Detective Gordon to the interrogation room. Jerome was sitting on the other end of a long table, his head hung low but I knew he probably had a creepy smile on his face.

   “Hey, you’ll be okay,” Detective Gordon said.

   “I don’t know about that, Detective.” 

   “Just keep him talking but try not to get him angry. We just need him to admit everything he’s done and that’ll be easy with you because—”

   “Because he thinks he’ll impress me.” I looked up at Detective Gordon. “I’m in AP Psych.”

   “Uh huh, just go in there and do your best, kid,” Harvey, Detective Gordon’s partner, said.

   I nodded and walked inside the room. Jerome slowly lifted his head and he looked extremely pleased to see me. He lifted his handcuffed hands to his lips and I tried to keep myself from shaking in fear.

   “Hello, Jerome,” I said, sitting down in the other available chair.

  “Y/N,” he said. “Just as gorgeous as the day we first met.”

   We never met each other before.

  “Thank you, Jerome. I’m glad that we’re finally seeing each other again after all this time,” I said.

   “So, what did you think of my last present? Hilarious, wasn’t it?” He had a look of sheer madness in his eyes.

   “Yes, the bloody leg of a rabbit was hilarious.”

   “Because it’s good luck!” Jerome rested his chin on one of his palms, eyeing me. “Tell me, which of my presents was the best.”

   “I liked the notes the best. Tell me, how did you get all these presents to me? How did you know where I live?” 

   Jerome shook his head and tsked at me. “Silly, Y/N, I’m not going to fall for those little tricks. Nice try, though.”

   I gulped. “Fine, why did you pick me, Jerome? Out of all the other girls in all of Gotham, why me?”

   “Because I knew we were meant to be together, even if you denied it at first. It was love at first sight.”

   “But you followed me.”

   “Watched over you and protected you from threats.”

   “You broke into my house.”

   “Because you wouldn’t let me in. Geez, Y/N, it sounds like you don’t appreciate everything I’ve done for you.” He sounded like he was getting angry but it seemed to be the only way for him to rat himself out.

   “You did all this for me, but I don’t remember meeting you because we’ve never met! You’ve been stalking me for four months now, scaring me and my friends, and it needs to stop.”

   “Don’t say that, you love this and you love me. I can see it in your eyes,” Jerome said.

   That’s when I made the biggest mistake I could’ve made in that room.

   “I don’t love you and I will never love you. You’re a psycho.”


   Then, Detective Gordon and Harvey came in to arrest him and get me out of there. I was shaking as Jerome kept yelling.


   That was a year ago. I had graduated high school and I had just finished my first semester at Gotham College. It helped me keep my mind off of Jerome but I would be lying if I said that his last words didn’t haunt me. Besides, as much as I tried, I couldn’t remember ever setting eyes on Jerome until the night he broke into my house.

    “No more thinking about him, it’s bath time,” I told myself.

    I stripped out of my clothes and climbed into the hot bath. Amy Winehouse’s voice soothed me during “Back to Black”. I had always been a big fan of hers and even got to see her when she came to New York once. I nearly fell asleep until Rose started barking. I slowly opened my eyes and saw Rose barking at the door.

   “Shh, Rose, I’m trying to relax,” I said.

   Rose kept ignoring me and barking.

   I rolled my eyes and began getting out of the bathtub. Then again, Rose only got so worked up when she sensed danger so I couldn’t get too upset.

   “What do you hear, Rose?” 

   I opened the door and she bolted out of the room. I grabbed my phone as I followed closely behind her. Suddenly, she stopped in the living room and my heart jumped to my throat. There was a dark figure standing in the living room and I felt paralyzed. 

   “I like what you’ve done with the place, Y/N,” it said.

   I knew that voice any where.

   “Jerome, you’re…you’re supposed to be dead.”

   Jerome slowly turned to face me. “Oh, honey, don’t you know that even death can’t keep us apart?” 

   Suddenly, the light came on and I dropped my phone in shock. His face was bloody and had stitches throughout it. He looked like a pale version of Frankenstein’s monster. He scanned over my robed body, licking his lips, and making me wish that I had been smart enough to put some more clothes on. He walked closer to me.

  “Get out of my apartment,” I said nervously.

  “I just got here. Why are you so scared, sweetheart?” Jerome tried to touch my face but I jerked away.

   “Why can’t you just leave me alone? I don’t even know you.”

   Jerome growled. “Yes, you do. We met at the circus.”

   I shook my head. “I…I’ve never been to the circus.”

   “YES YOU HAVE!” Jerome snapped.

   I jumped and moved away from him as quickly as I could but he kept walking towards me. “All this yelling isn’t helping me remember!”

   Because it never happened.

  Jerome seemed to calm down just the slightest as he stopped a few inches away from me. “We’d come to Gotham again for maybe the first time in my life. My whore of a mother had just finished my morning beating and she began preparing for the show. Back then, I was able to resist the urge to kill her and whatever man she brought into the trailer to warm her bed.”
  I had remembered Detective Gordon telling my parents and I how Jerome was abused for the majority of his life and that was probably why he turned out so crazy. At the time, I felt the tiniest tinge of pity towards him, but now, I didn’t feel anything except nervous.

  “I was walking around the games area when I ran into the most beautiful girl in the world. Her laugh sent tingles down my spine and her beautiful y/e/c eyes could end—-or start—-wars. She was playing that confounded Hit-As-Many-Beer-Bottles-As-Possible-With-A-Baseball game with her parents. Then, she caught me staring at her when her dad handed her the stuffed teddy bear she’d won. At first, I was nervous,” Jerome said. “Then, she came up to me and started talking to me. She asked me why I looked so hurt and I told her it was because my mother hit me. She said that mommys shouldn’t do that to kids and that her mommy definitely never hit her. We spent the day together after her parents gave her permission. I never wanted the day to end, she brought me so much happiness. But when it was over, I begged her to stay and she said that she’d visit as much as she could and gave me the teddy bear to remember her by.”

  It was a kind of cute story, but that didn’t really explain why Jerome would wait so long to stalk me. Plus, I couldn’t remember any of it for some reason.

  “How old were you…we, when this happened?” I whispered.

  “Five,” Jerome said. “I held onto that teddy bear for thirteen years, waiting to see you again. When I did see you again, you were with those people, those perfect, sane people who drive me insane! I couldn’t let you turn into them.”

  He must’ve seen me after school or something and I had never noticed. Plus, it was convenient that I didn’t remember something that happened thirteen years ago. 

   “Come on, think about it, Y/N,” Jerome said.

   And I did start thinking about it—-actually thinking about it, unlike how I did the first time the Jerome thing started. Then, I remembered that day like it was yesterday.

   “Oh my,” I whispered.

   Jerome grinned widely. “You remember!”
   “My parents took me to the circus after I lost my first tooth. I…I saw the teddy bear in one of the game stands and wanted to win it,” I said, suddenly shaking. “Then…then I saw you and we played together all day.”

    “I knew you’d remember!” Jerome grabbed me by the forearms. “I worked so hard to get you back and now you’re mine!”

   I blinked. “Wait, what?”

  Rose must’ve sensed my distress because she started barking, loudly. Jerome got irritated and pulled a gun on her.

   “Tell her to shut it or she gets a bullet in her.”

    I shoved him away and scooped up Rose, stroking her to calm her down. “Shh, it’s okay, Rose, the bad man’s going to go away.” 

    “No,” Jerome pulled me into him, “I’m not going anywhere. I came back for the dead just so that we could be together again. So that we can be crazy together again.”

    I tried pulling away but Jerome had a tight grip on me. Just feeling his hands on me made my skin crawl. I couldn’t believe there was a time when we were friends. I had to get help.

    “HELP! SOMEONE, HELP ME!” I screamed.

    Unfortunately, no one came to my aid. The last thing I remember is something hitting me on the head hard and Jerome cackling like a mad man. 

Most Secrets Come With A Price.

Can be found on AO3 and, also this chapter under the cut…

Summary: Oliver Queen wants to get his life back in order. He seeks out an old friend, Felicity Smoak, believing she is the one person who can help him. With years passed and both having grown, will spending so much time together forever change their relationship? But not all is as it seems. When secrets, the past, family, and life, all start to unravel before him, can Oliver trust anyone?

Authors Note: Okay so this is my contribution to the Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon on tumblr arranged by @thebookjumper, so this is my multichapter fic using the prompts. Firstly thank you everyone for the support! I really struggled with this weeks prompt, I don’t know why it just didn’t seem to flow right… so I apologise for that! But I hope you enjoy it regardless :) x

Chapter 6: Unintentional Discovery.

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20 Questions with Dr Ferox #12

I am beyond tired folks, struggling to set by body clock back after a night shift again. It’s a peculiar mix of grunge and headache without having done anything super fun to deserve it, so my apologies if I’m a little slow on the uptake.

But here I have 20 more questions and comments you’ve sent me, so lets get into them. I have tried to tag the question askers, but if you asked on Anon then you’ll have to look through yourself to see if you’ve been answered yet.

Anonymous said: How is Lucifer doing? Are you still seeing him? I checked the archives, but I didn’t see any updates past a point and I was curious about the bunbun.

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3 AM-Bucky Barnes

3 AM-Bucky Barnes *GIF NOT MINE* **THIS SHIT IS NOT SAD** Days with the Avengers were long, you were like the housemaid. But not like paid, you were more their mother. You would do the laundry, which was always soft. You would cook, which was always delicious. And you would clean sometimes, but they were cleanly for the most part. Your favorite thing to do at the end of the day was to take a nice shower and get into bed with Bucky. Your boyfriend was the biggest cuddler in the world and he always put you to sleep so soundly. Some nights you would wake up from his nightmares, but that was rare these days. You had been moving things around all day, you had done more laundry in one day than you ever had in your life. You were exhausted after dinner, everyone else did the dishes while you showered. You walked to bed and laid down before Bucky got there and when he did, he wasted no time in crawling behind you and wrapping his arms around you. He seemed more relaxed than usual, but you weren’t complaining. You slowly drifted off and found yourself in a wonderful dream. Until 3 AM. You felt Bucky poking your cheek so you woke up. “Bucky? What the hell are you doing?” You asked rolling over. “Now look, like what if the dinosaurs hadn’t died? Then where would we be?” “What?” “Or what if the Challenger didn’t explode? There are so many things that I missed that have drastically changed history. It’s crazy.” You sat up and turned on the light. You looked right at his eyes and they were completely red. “Are you high?” You asked rubbing your face. “Nah. I didn’t take anything.” “Then why are you acting like this? And why are your eyes red?” He got up and stumbled to a mirror. He turned around and laughed, “Don’t tell Y/N, but I might be high.” He giggled laying back down. You rolled your eyes and tried to figure out how this could’ve happened. “Buck, did you drink anything funny? Eat anything funny?” You asked. He looked at you, “I ate some of the brownies you made.” Then the lightbulb clicked. “Babe, I didn’t make any brownies. Someone else did. Did anybody else eat them?” He thought for a minute, “Thor. He did.” He said jumping up and down. You got out of bed and walked towards Thor’s room. You knocked on the door and he answered it, with the same bloodshot eyes. “Yes Lady Y/N?” “Did you eat brownies?” “Why yes.” “Of course you did. Go back to bed.” You said laughing. You walked back to your room to see Bucky crying and trying to hide in a corner like something was scaring him. You sat him down and asked him, “Babe. Why are you crying?” Then he looked at you and cried harder. “Because my girlfriend, Y/N, is just the most prettiest thing I’ve ever met. And if she founds out I got high on accident, she might get mad. And I hate making her mad. And there is also a big fluffy rabbit in the corner that is eyeing me down.” He said. You couldn’t help but “Aww” and lay him down. You texted Steve and he got there in seconds. He too was laughing and he got Bucky to calm down. After a while he fell asleep and Steve asked you where the brownies came from. You shrugged, “I don’t know.” He said goodnight and left. You rolled back over to your side and looked at the clock, 3:47 AM. You closed your eyes, and sooner than later you felt Bucky’s arms wrap around you. He kissed your head and you smiled. “I love you, you beautiful I steak and egg breakfast burrito.” He said snoring. You rolled your eyes and suppressed a laugh. “Yeah I love you too.” You whispered falling asleep.

Originally posted by youknowiamacrazybitch

The Return Of Life

I wanted to say Thank You to @loveinpanem

Their April Prompt “Tell Us A Story Of The Return Of Life” spurred me on to work out a way to get Peeta back where he belongs.

“All I Have Left”-Chapter 4 (completed!)

Summary- Everlark/X-Men Cross-Over set in D 12 after Mockingjay.

Peeta was saved from the hijacking by Jean Grey, surviving through her telekinetic powers without a body. Katniss is expecting his child and is struggling to cope with the whole situation.

Rated T

Author-altogetherten on AO3 (@nancymay)

At first he came to her every night, his presence as real as any person made of flesh and blood.

If she closed her eyes, she could believe he was there with her, holding her in his arms as they lay in bed together. Nothing but his arms made her feel this way, warm and loved.

“This is where I want to be,” he whispered in her ear. He promised he didn’t listen in to her thoughts. “Where would be the fun in that,” he joked, “I enjoy the mystery, the way you always keep me guessing. I get to fill in the blanks.”

“What do you fill them with?” she whispered back into the night.


The word wrapped itself around her.

“What do you hope for, right now?”

“Right now, I’d hope for one more kiss.” She shivered at his touch.

“Is Jean here? She’s being unusually quiet.”

“What does it matter? We’ve nothing to hide.”

“It’s just better when it’s just the two of us.”

He sighed, the breath catching her lips.

“O.K. We can just lie here together until the spring.”


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9:04pm 5.20. 17
brown eye are more then brown eye.
they are the rabbit hole people fall down to find themselves.
they are hot chocolate i miss drinking in mid december.
they are the gold flakes i look for.
they are the sunrise that reminds me, no matter what the sun will always rise.
yes, brown eyes aren’t the ocean i go to in the summer or the water that drowns my thoughts away.
they are too strong, the ocean cannot hold them.
they are filled with mysteries that will never be solved.
so don’t you tell me brown eyes are just brown eyes.
—  ~p.o.p.e
Psychic Ability

I live in Osaka, Japan and often use the subway to go to work in the morning. One day, when I was waiting for the train, I noticed a homeless man standing in a corner of the subway station, muttering to himself as people passed by. He was holding out a cup and seemed to be begging for spare change.

A fat woman passed by the homeless man and I distinctly heard him say, “Pig.”

Wow, I thought to myself. This homeless man is insulting people and he still expects them to give him money?

Then a tall businessman went by and the homeless guy muttered, “Human.”

Human? I can’t argue with that. Obviously, he was human.

The next day, I arrived early at the subway station and had some time to kill, so I decided to stand close to the homeless man and listen to his strange mutterings.

A thin, haggard-looking man passed in front of him and I heard the homeless guy mutter, “Cow.”

Cow? I thought. The man was much too skinny to be a cow. He looked more like a turkey or a chicken to me.

A minute or so later, a fat man went by and the homeless man said, “Potato.”

Potato? I was under the impression that he called all fat people “Pig”.

That day, at work, I couldn’t stop thinking about the homeless man and his puzzling behavior. I kept trying to find some logic or pattern in what he was muttering.

Perhaps he has some kind of psychic ability, I thought. Maybe he knows what these people were in a previous life. In Japan, many people believe in reincarnation.

I observed the homeless man many times and began to think my theory was right. I often heard him calling people things like “Rabbit” or “Onion” or “Sheep” or “Tomato”.

One day, curiosity got the better of me and I decided to ask him what was going on.

As I walked up to him, he looked at me and said “Bread.”

I tossed some money into his cup and asked him if he had some kind of psychic ability.

The homeless man smiled and said, “Yes, indeed. I do have a psychic ability. It is an ability I obtained years ago. But it is not what you might expect. I can’t tell the future or read minds or anything like that.”

“Then what is your ability?” I asked eagerly.

“The ability is merely to know the last thing somebody ate.” he said.

I laughed because I realized he was right. He said “Bread.” The last thing I had eaten for breakfast that day was toast. I walked away shaking my head. Of all the psychic abilities someone could have, that one must be the most useless.

Shopkeeper/Mafia AU: Date 2/?

Goth - @nekophy
Palette - @angexci
AU - mine
“So, where are we headed?” Goth asks, looking up to Palette as the two continue to walk down the sidewalk.
“Hmm, trip to the aquarium?” Palette replies, smiling.
“Sure, Might be fun!” Goth says, shrugging.
“Alrighty then.” Palette chuckles, nodding his head.

After some chatting and a little more walking, the two skeletons finally reach the aquarium entrance.

“Ready?” Palette asks, holding Goth’s hand.
Goth scoffs playfully and smiles. “You make it seem like you’re asking my hand in marriage.”

Palette opens the door for Goth. “Not yet anyways.”
“Oh shut up!”


Once entering the aquarium, the two are in awe and starstruck.

“Whoa..” Goth says, taking a step forward.
Platte smiles slightly, letting go of Goth’s hand so he could walk towards the tanks.

All around them tanks filled with beautiful and colorful fish swimming freely glowed a mystical blue hue. The aquarium wasn’t all that crowded, so it was easy for the two to walk around and watch as fish swim in all sorts of directions.

After a while, they passed by a little cart, where a blue rabbit was selling some drinks.
“Hey Goth, i’ll get us some drinks, ok?”
Palette says, pointing at the cart.
Goth nods and wanders off to get a better look at the fish.

Palette goes over to the cart owner. “I’ll have…one peach tea and one mango smoothie please!”
The cart owner gets two bottles and types in the purchase. “That’ll be 20G!”
Palette shuffles through his pockets and brings out some coins, giving it to the blue rabbit. Watching as the owner puts the two bottles in a plastic bag, Palette grabs the bag and turns around to walk back to Goth, when he halts.

Goth is standing infront of a water tank, watching as fishes of all kinds swim past him. A little pufferfish swims lazily towards him and Goth taps the glass, making it puff up like a balloon. He giggles slightly as the pufferfish desperately tries to swim off in its puffy state. Even from this distance, Palette can see the childish and whimsical glow in his eyes.

As Palette watches all of this, he feels a soft blush form on his cheeks. He’s really fallen for such a gentle and sweet person.

“On a date I assume?” The voice of the cart owner jolts Palette back into reality, as he turns around and nods.
The cart owner smiles and leans his head on his hands. “That’s really nice. I remember when my husband and I used to go on little dates like you.”
“Really?” Palette asks, the topic now perking his curiousity.

“Oh yes! Though he was a bit of the grumpy side, I always knew how to cheer him up!” The cart owner sighs. “I kinda wish he were here again.”
“Oh- Oh i’m sorry for your loss sir.” Palette says, looking at the blue rabbit.
The cart owner smiles kindly. “No need to be sorry. These kinds of things happen. What’s your name, kiddo?”
“Palette. Palette Roller, sir.” Palette replies.
“Nice to meet you Palette, i’m Nicecream. Nicecream Burgerpants.”

A pang of guilt and a wave of memories flood Palette.

Nicecream Burgerpants.


That man he brutally killed was this rabbit’s husband.

Palette tips over slightly and holds his head.
“W-Whoa, are you ok Palette?” The cart owner’s voice shakes up Palette.
Palette looks up to the rabbit, face pale. “I’m..I’m fine. Thank you.”

Nicecream sighs in relief. “That’s good. Now, why don’t you run along? I wouldn’t wanna keep you from your date. Just be careful, ok?”
Palette nods, thanking him again and walking off to Goth.
His grip on the bag of drinks tighten.


“Wow Palette! That was really fun!” Goth exclaims, smiling brightly at his date.
“I’m glad you thought so, Goth.” Palette smiles back. “Hmm, I could go for some ice cream. What about you?”
“That sounds perfect and I know a great place! Follow me!” Goth cheers, grabbing Palette’s hand unexpectantly, making the older blush brightly as Goth leads him forward.

The two skeletons giggled and laughed all the way to their destination, both seeming to fall deeper and deeper in love for each other.

Chapter 1 - Unbelievably True

After slapping Miiko, I slowly walked towards my room with a hatred in my heart like I’ve never had before. I opened the door and closed it in a lazy way.

‘‘ I just want to wake up from this nightmare. I’m so tired… ’’ I said in a cracky voice.

My eyes drifted to my bed while tears started falling down on my cheeks. I ran to my bed with such sorrow in my heart, I let everything go and did not hold my crying back. Every thought I had broke my heart a bit more: I had no more parents, I had no more sibling. I am completely alone.

‘‘ These bastards, I trusted them! I-I… I trusted him… ’’ I said full of hatred and betrayal.

Then, it truly hit me: I can’t go back. I lost my home. I lost my life.  There is no way to make things go back to the way they were on Earth or here. Everything has been irreversibly changed. They took everything from me. They took my family and my home. I shall take everything from them and they will regret every decision they ever made I guarantee it.

For the rest of the week, I cried and stayed isolated in my room. I knew they would come to get me out of my room since I had no food around me and surely some members asked as to why they hadn’t seen me wandering the HQ lately. I didn’t mind starving to death. What is the point of my existance when it has been erased from the memories of the ones I love the most. At this instance, I do not wish to see anyone. I still couldn’t understand. How can they live with themselves after what they did to me? 

What I had predicted had come to reality. Someone had knocked three times on my door. It was him no doubt. She always sends her god damn dogs to do the dirty work for her. I had my arc in my arms prepared from yesterday morning. I was ready to shoot anyone who entered. The door started opening very slowly as my whole body became extremely tense. Nothing happens for five very long seconds. All of a sudden, a hand with a plate of food appears. I shoot. Surprised surely, he lets go of the plate which broke on the floor and retreated his unharmed hand. I took an arrow out of my quiver and prepared for the next shot. The door closes slowly and I let a sigh of relief out.

If it had been two days ago, I would have let him in. I would have listened to him. I would have cried. But he is too late. I’ve changed in a few days. My heart has become harder than steel and colder than ice. I was kind and naive but I had to grow out of it. And I also had to get out of here. I decided to sleep for a while to forget and to remember the old days. 

I washed my face as I woke up the next day. As I stared in the mirror, I could see how worned out I was: my face was as pale as it could get, my eyes were barely opened, dark circles could be found under my eyes. I looked dead. I walked to my bed and sat on the floor, the arc ready in my hands. Time passed by slowly with no one coming at my door. 

Towards the evening, there was a knock on my door. Why is he back at my door so soon? Does he think I’ll let him in this time? Let me laugh. Suddently, I hear a soft and familiar voice.

‘‘ Erika? It’s me Chrome. Hey, I haven’t seen you in a while. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. Can I come in? ’’

I didn’t know how to react to this. I didn’t want to shoot him, but there was such a hatred in me. He surely heard me moving because he decided to enter. As he poked his head through the doorway, his eyes changed into fear and shock. I opened my mouth, but nothing would come out. It felt as if I had lost my voice. Tears started rolling down my face and I let go of my arc. What is happening to me?! I took my face in my hands trying to hide my weak side, my ugly side. Then, I felt a hand on my head. I turned to my right and saw Chrome sitting right next to me. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I took him in my arms and cried. I sobbed like I never did before. He put his arms around me after noticing how shaky I was. Chrome acted a lot like my old brother on Earth. We always made pranks on one another and annoyed each other but if one of us was feeling low, the other was there to bring the other one up. Since I have met Chrome, he reminded me of my old brother but now it’s even worst as he has forgotten who I was. After a good while, I calmed down and he began talking.

‘‘ What happened?

- If you’d know… I-It’s too hard for me to say.

- Is there someone involved in this, he asked.

- …

- Give me a name.

- … Miiko. ’’

I couldn’t bring myself to telling Chrome about him. I felt no need saying his pointless name.

Before leaving me alone, Chrome had asked me if I was going to be alright by myself for a moment, if I was going to be strong enough on my own for him to return after hearing what had happened. I told him to not worry too much and that everything will be fine.

I felt really bad. He would rise up against the Guard of El, he would tell everything to everyone not up to date, he would come to my room and not find me… I knew I was about to leave soon tonight to find the human group that was looking for me or even finding this Ashkore. Is it even the same person as the masked one? Without delay, the night has arrived. I took my arc, my knives, my companion, a few clothes and other personal effects. I stared at the necklace Lefitan gifted me to go with my golden outfit when Huang Hua was in the headquarters. Is he aware of Miiko’s decisions? Does he know what happened? He always took my side, defended me and trusted me unlike the others. I’ve come to trust him too. I decided to take the outfit with me and put the necklace around my neck. 

With everything in a bag, I left my room. Thankfully, the halls were relatively empty. There was no one to stop me. They’re probably reunited with Miiko and arguing with Chrome if none of them are wandering the gardens. As I kept walking fiercely, I looked behind me to make sure no one was on my tail. No one. Perfect. Immediately, Leiftan appears in front of me. He looks at me as he usually would. He isn’t aware… Then, he looks down my neck and smiles softly as he notices the necklace. I reflexively put my hand on my necklace.

‘‘ It suits you perfectly.

- … T-Thank you, I respond as we stare at each other in silence.

- Were you going somewhere this late?

- (A lie. A lie. Think of a lie.)… Miiko gave me a mission quite late… and… I thought I’d leave now so I can arrive sooner in the village and finish my mission as soon as possible. (God, I’m the worst at lying.)

- That is unfortunate, he said with a look of disappointment. I would have taken this occasion to invite you for a drink tomorrow.

- Perhaps when I come back, I said knowing very well I wouldn’t return.

- … Perhaps, he repeated with a smile on his face. ’’

I started walking towards the gates.

‘‘ Be careful on your mission and good luck.

- … Will be, I said as we parted. ’’

Obviously, there are guards at the door. I had known in advance. I also knew that I couldn’t make it out of here without anyone noticing. I don’t have a notice that allows me to leave for a mission and I’m not someone important like the leaders of the guards or Jamon for them to let me pass. The only thing I thought about was to shoot them in the legs with my arc and make a run for it. The guard on top of the wall will give the alert. The whole HQ will know someone is leaving when they shouldn’t. I can’t do anything about him unless I kill him which I’m not entirely ready I’d say. I started preparing mentally and physically by getting my arc ready and my quiver close to me. I target the leg of the first guard on the left, I take a deep breath and let go of the arrow. He screams. The guard on the right being less experience is lost and doesn’t know how to react to the situation. Poor rabbit. I rapidly get a second arrow and target the second guard. As I let go, he notices where I was hiding to shoot and gets shot. Yes! I take my quiver and my arc quickly and run. After I’ve crossed the door, the alarm goes off. I continue to run without turning to look behind me. I run until my legs give up and my lungs are out of oxygen.

Tonight at work an old, brittle woman ordered a “latte”, so I steamed the milk and brewed the espresso, because that’s what a latte consists of.

At the barista counter, I kindly ask the woman if she would like cinnamon on top before I snap the lid on.

“Cinnamon?! The last time I ordered a latte here they put whipped cream on top!”

This is an old woman. I smile. I think maybe she ordered incorrectly/forgot or whatever.

I explain that the only lattes that come standard with whipped cream on top are the flavored lattes: caramel/mocha/vanilla/miscellaneous seasonal syrup.

I tell her regular lattes usually only come with cinnamon, and I ask her if that’s what she actually wanted, and offer to pump some syrup in. I smile.

Which is kind of swell of me because that’s giving away product that was not rung up and sent through an order. I’m super nice and accommodating, because I want this old woman to not be confused or disappointed with her whipped-cream-less drink.

“I didn’t order a REGULAR latte. I ordered a LATTE. What don’t you understand?!”

OH. Thanks for clarifying.. LITERALLY NOTHING.

“Ma'am, I’d be more than happy to give you whipped cream, I just wanted to make sure that you actually wanted a regular cafe latte, and didn’t order the wrong drink on accident.”

“WHY do you keep saying REGULAR latte?! I ordered a LATTE. I didn’t say REGULAR. I never said regular!”


(Five hours later)

After a night full of almost throwing steamed milk at the elderly, I am finally closing barista.

I have been scheduled for a six hour shift. Which means no break. Which means legally, I need to be clocked out at 5 hours and 59 minutes.

At 22 minutes to the deadline, my manager tells me that we are OUT. OF. LETTUCE.

“Plz!” she begs. “Drive to Stop & Shop and buy us lettuce! Take these 40 dollars and buy as much romaine as it will get you! Hurry!”

I am frantically running around the produce aisle looking for suitable romaine, because let’s be serious, am I a real adult? Do I know how to Stop & Shop?

No. No, I do not.

I use the calculator on my phone (because I’m an English major), and figure out I can purchase 10 whole bags of romaine. They only have 9. I take them all. I clear out the romaine aisle like it is nobody’s business.

I am POWER WALKING (running is dangerous and hurtful) through the super market, because I am on a VERY limited schedule here.

I drop my lettuce on the floor.

I pick it up.

I get asked by the man next to me if I own many rabbits.


“I have a bunny, myself.”

I’m sorry, sir, but we are not bunny owning soul mates STEP ASIDE.

I buy so much lettuce.

I run to my car.

I strap the lettuce into the passenger seat.


“Did you pay for it yet?”

(Totes not a drug deal)

“Yeah. Why?”

“We just found a case of romaine; CaN YoU GO rETurn iT?”

CAN I???

Stop & Shop associates look highly displeased at my immediate distaste for their lettuce. “Was there something wrong with the lettuce?”

Yes, there was something wrong with the lettuce. My receipt says I bought 9 bags of romaine lettuce literally 2 minutes ago, and you’re assuming I got as far as the parking lot before deciding to condemn my diet, or put my bunnies up for adoption, or WHATEVER.

“NO. The lettuce was great!” I say.

It is my life that is a lie.


Luciana: George…
George [hugging Luciana]: Come on, come on…
Luciana: Listen… Do you like me?
George: I like you {speaking in italian}
Luciana: And, George…
George: And do you like me?
Luciana: Ehh… I like you, I do… Listen George, “George” is too long, may I call you “G”? Like the G-spot?
George: …Yes!
Luciana: Do you like me the way I am? I have a short thighbone like rabbits but I’m all flash, not like Elisabetta Canalis who looks like a key…
George: Wow… Oh, wow!
Luciana: And if you kiss me, I have more tastes than the Nespresso’s cofee pods! …And if you take me away with you, I’ll let you drink your coffee peacefully and I won’t scream “George Clooney is inside!” as that bitch does, but I’ll say “There’s Brignano selling Lavazza {aka Italian manufacturer of coffee products}, go that way!” and I’ll mix you your coffee with my tongue!

On the 9th of February, George Clooney, Matt Damon and Jean Dujardin came to Italy to present “The Monuments Men” and they attended the italian show “Che Tempo che Fa” with Fabio Fazio and Luciana Litizzetto. Here are some scenes from the episode where you can see how Luciana joked with George Clooney!

Looking After Us

Requested by anon

Summary: You have a very caring role when it comes to looking after the Winchesters, so when they get sick, you take it upon yourself to take care of them.
Words: 1,077
Sam x Reader
Warnings: None

Your name: submit What is this?

“There better be some vegetables in that order,Dean,” you warned, only half joking.

He groaned at you across the table at the diner, but you just folded your arms and raised an eyebrow, challenging him to defy you in front of the waitress.

“Ketchup is a vegetable,” he tried to reason.

“No, it isn’t,” you and Sam said in unison.

“Fine,” he turned to the waitress and forced a smile, “I’ll take a side salad with that as well.”

“Instead of the fries,” you told her, grinning as Dean bit back a string of curses from coming out of his mouth.

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Zootopia: The Field Trip

By @zootopiahustle and @foxrabbit92

It was a typical rainy day in the Rainforest District. It was field trip day for Gabriella’s class and they were visiting different landmarks in the area. Unfortunately, the poor black bunny for herself separated from her group. She spotted a red fox nearby and decided to ask him for help.

She pulled on his shirt. “Excuse me, sir. Can you help me?”

The fox turned around and looked down at the small bunny. “Hello there,” the Fox said while taking his sunglasses off and placing them in his pocket. “How can I help you?”

The little bunny twiddled her thumbs, a little embarrassed that she was lost. “Well, I got separated from my class, sir. A- and I can’t seem to find them. Can you help me find them?” she asked.

She wished that she had payed better attention to her teacher. If she had she would know which landmark they were probably seeing next. 

“I’m Gabriella,” she replied.

The kit thought a moment trying to remember the different places they were supposed to visit.

“I think they might be either at Jungle Junction or Bugaburger,” she answered.

“Hmm OK let’s check Bugaburger first.” The fox said. “I think I saw a class when I was finishing up my lunch break” 

The kit binkied for joy. “Oh, thank you Officer Wilde!” exclaimed Gabriella.

She followed the fox to the fast food restaurant. If she didn’t find her class in time she would miss the bus back home. The kit was probably going to be in trouble anyways. 

Gabriella looked around trying to spot any of her classmates. Her ears drooped when she saw no one.

“No, I don’t see anybody. I’m going to be in so much trouble,” she answered as she pulled on her ears.

The kit was becoming very upset. This wasn’t the first time she ever got separated on a field trip. If her teacher had to call her father or the police again she would no longer be allowed to go on anymore trips.

Gabriella nodded, “OK, they have to be there or else they’ve already left for home.”

“Dont worry kiddo I’m sure we’ll be able to find your class in time.” The fox said, kneeling down. “I was actually in a similar situation when I was your age. Let’s go over to Jungle Junction”

She followed the officer, close to his side. It helped her avoid getting crushed by passing mammals.

Jungle Junction was a type of museum aimed at kids. It had many different exhibits, each with its own theme. Gabriella had been looking forward to this trip and she was going to miss most of it.

She got excited when the building came into sight.

The fox was in awe by the size of the building. He never been to this part of the Rainforest before and he was astounded by all of the interesting looking exhibits.“Whoa, wish I got to go here when I was your age. Let’s look for your class”

The little doe nodded her head in acknowledgement. She went up to the front desk where a jaguar sat. “Excuse me, sir, did you know where the Burrow Elementary class group is?” she asked loud enough for him to hear.

The large feline looked down at her. “Yeah, they should be in the space exhibit right now. Better hurry. They should be leaving soon,” he answered.

Gabriella grabbed Nick’s paw as she followed the signs to the correct exhibit. They received many glares from passersby.

Suddenly Nick spotted a small group of young bunnies being lead around by a much older one. “Hey Gabriella. Is that your group over there?”

Gabriella looked to where Nick was pointing and saw her class. “It is! Thank you, Officer Wilde!” she exclaimed.

She hugged the fox was about to leave for her class when her teacher spotted her. “Gabriella, get away from that fox! Just because your father is one doesn’t mean you should trust their kind!” she yelled.

The little bunny’s ears drooped. “B- but…”

“No buts! Get away from him!” The teacher scolded. She grabbed the kit’s wrist and started pulling her away.

“Ow! You’re hurting me!” Gabby cried.

Nick’s small smile quickly fell when he saw Gabby being hurt. “Hey!” The fox said, running towards the group. “Be careful with her. She’s just a kid!” 

The teacher shot a glare at the fox. “Mind your own business, fox. You have some nerve impersonating an officer just so you could lure away one of my students. Now get lost before I mace you!” she hissed as she pulled out the fox repellent.

Gabriella tried her best to pull away from her teacher. “Let go! He is too a cop!” she yelled.

The little bunny then attempted to go for the spray. The last thing she wanted was for Officer Wilde to get hurt. The teacher fought with her over the small can until she accidentally sprayed the kit in the face.

Gabriella began to scream in pain as she tried to wipe her eyes.

“Gabby!” Nick yelled. Nick quickly took his badge out of his pocket and showed it to the teacher while getting Gabby out of the teacher’s grasp. Nick quickly reached into his other pocket for his cell phone but couldn’t find it, he left it back in his car. Nick looked at the teacher. “Call an ambulance!”

Gabriella clutched to Nick’s uniform as she nuzzled his chest to remove the spray from her eyes. “It hurts! It hurts!” she cried.

The teacher paled when she saw the badge. She scrambled for her cell phone. “Yes, 911? A bunny kit has been maced in the face at Jungle Junction. Yes, could you please send an ambulance?” asked the panicking rabbit. Surely, she would be fired for this.

She glared at the kit. “Gabriella Grave, I hope you’re happy! I’m going to lose my job because of you!” she hissed, forgetting that her phone was still connected to the 911 dispatcher.

The other bunny kits huddled together.

Nick glared at the teacher silently. A few minutes later the ambulance arrived. Nick guided Gabby outside of Jungle Junction and to the ambulance. “I’m so sorry this happened kid.” Nick said.

Tears continued to fall from Gabriella’s burning eyes. She tried to keep a hold of Nick as paramedics tried washing out the spray.

“P- please, don’t leave me,” she begged. The kit had never been in an ambulance before and she was frightened.

As they loaded her up one of paramedics turned to the fox officer. “Are you riding along, sir?” he asked.

Gabriella’s teacher huffed, “I’ll inform the kit’s father.”

Nick looked at the paramedic and nodded. “I am” he replied. The fox climbed into the ambulance and sat down besides Gabby. “Don’t worry kid” Nick said. “You’re gonna be OK”

Gabriella nodded in response. She whimpered the entire way to the hospital. Breathing started to become difficult for the small kit. The paramedics noticed and out a breathing mask on her.

One of them talked on a phone. “Sir, the kit might be having an allergic reaction to the fox spray.”

Once at the hospital they carted her off to the emergency room.

It wasn’t long before the kit’s father, an albino fox, was there trying to get information about his daughter.

Nick noticed the albino fox and went up to him. “Excuse me sir,” Nick said. “Are you Gabby’s father?”

The white fox answered, “Yes, I am. So you know what happened? No one will tell me anything.”

The poor father was a worried wreck. He practically killed himself trying to get to the hospital as fast as he could. He was begging for answers at this point.

“Yes I do,” Nick answered grimly. “You see Gabby got separated from her class and got lost in the Rainforest District and she asked me to help her. We managed to find her class at Jungle Junction but the teacher was being too rough with her and thought I was a fake cop and threatened to mace me. Gabby tried to get the Fox Repellent away from the teacher but… she got sprayed by it in the face. Sir I am so sorry.”

The white fox let out an angry growl. That stupid teacher had given him and Gabriella enough problems, but getting his kit in the emergency room!? She was going to get it from him later.

He calmed himself before readdressing the officer. The father offered his paw for a handshake. “I’m Joseph, and you have nothing to be sorry about. You were only helping her,” he reassured.

A doctor came out to speak with the kit’s father. “I’m looking for Gabriella Grave’s father,” he announced.

Joseph motioned him over. “I’m her father,” he answered.

The doctor came up with a grim expression. “Sir, I’m sorry to tell you this, but your daughter is not responding well to treatment. She’s having an extreme allergic reaction to the fox spray. We are doing the best we can. I’ll inform you when something happens.”

The doctor then left.

Nick’s eyes grew with worry as he looked over at Joseph. “Joseph, I’m so sorry. Is there anything I can do to help?” Nick asked.

Joseph slumped into a nearby chair. His paws covered his face. He looked up at the officer. “I… I don’t know. I can’t… I can’t lose her,” he answered.

The albino was at a loss for words. He couldn’t live without his daughter. It was that teacher’s fault.

“I swear, when I get my paws her…”

“Has the teacher always been this way to Gabby?” Nick asked.

Joseph nodded, “Yes, she hates me and Gabriella. She’s always accusing Gabby of misbehaving, but all the other school employees never have a problem with her.”

A disgusted look grew on Nick’s face. “That’s awful.” He said. “Have you told anyone else about the teacher?”

Joseph nodded again, “Yes, many times, but they always told me that there wasn’t any proof to back up my claims.”

The doctor came out and towards the two foxes. “Your daughter is stabilized, but currently is asleep. However, if you wish I can take you both to see her,” he informed.

The white fox shot up. “Yes! We want to see her. Thank you,” he replied.

Nick followed the Doctor and Joseph down a long hallway. Nick quickly walked at Joseph’s pace and spoke. “By the way Joseph my name is Nick. Nick Wilde”

Joseph glanced at the officer and the went back to focusing on the doctor. “It’s good to meet you, Nick. Thank you for taking care of my daughter,” he replied.

The doctor then turned into a room and Joseph followed. Inside the room was Gabriella laying on a medical bed hooked up to an IV, heart monitor, and breathing apparatus. The white fox went to his kit’s side and grabbed her tiny paw.

“I’ll give you some time to be alone,” the doctor said as he left.

Joseph stroke her paw. “I’m here now, sweetie. You’re going to be alright. That nice officer is also here to see you,” he said gently.

One of Gabriella’s eyes popped opened and looked at the two foxes. “Hi, Papa. Hi, Officer Wilde,” she whispered.

Nick walked over to the kit and kneeled down besides her, his smile hiding his worry. “Hey kiddo,” Nick said. “Are you feeling any better?”

“A little… I’m tired though,” Gabby replied.

Joseph kissed the kit’s forehead. “Get some rest then, sweetheart. I’ll be here when you wake up again,” he said.

The little bunny nodded, “OK, Papa.” She then closed her eyes to back to sleep.

“Of all the things that could have sent her here… It had to be fox spray,” the fox said grimly.

Nick shook his head. “I can’t believe they still make stuff like that.” Nick said “it’s awful.” Nick put his hands in his pockets and suddenly felt something. Nick suddenly got an idea. “Joseph, I think I have a solution for your problem with the teacher”

Joseph’s ears perked. “What do you mean?” he asked.

If there was anything that Joseph could do to prove his complaints against that teacher he would do it. She needed to be held accountable.

“When Gabby got sprayed I was looking for my cell phone,” Nick said “but I accidentally pressed this,” Nick pulled what looked like a small carrot out of his pocket. “This is a recorder that my best friend gave me. If my hunch is right it recorded what the teacher said to Gabby.” Nick pressed the play button. The recorder squeaked and then played back what the teacher said to Gabby.

Recording: “Gabriella Grave, I hope you’re happy! I’m going to lose my job because of you!”

Joseph looked up at Nick. “You think that will be enough?” he asked hopeful.

A thought then occurred to him. “Actually, with this and your testimony of what went down I’m sure the school will have no choice but to act,” he said.

Nick nodded. “I definitely have confidence that it will be enough. It’s her own word against her’s”

Joseph smiled gratefully. It was comforting to know that something good came out of this horrible tragedy.

His cell phone went off and he answered. “Hello? Yes, this is he. Yes, I will be pressing charges. It is her fault and there’s evidence and witness to back it up. Yes, we be here. See you soon then”

The fox hung up. “Looks like the principle wants to speak with us and the teacher personally.”

“Alright let’s go over there,” Nick said putting the carrot recorder back into his pocket. “We can use my car to get there. ”

Joseph nodded and gave his daughter a kiss goodbye. He followed the officer to his car.

Once they arrived at the school Joseph lead Nick to office. The principle, a tan flop-eared bunny, ushered them to come in. The teacher from earlier, Mrs. Lucfoot, was already there.

“Please, have a seat,” the principle said gesturing to the seats.

Joseph sat as he was asked.

“Officer, will you please show me the evidence Mr. Grave informed about and could you please tell me what you saw at the incident,” the flop-ear asked.

“Yes sir,” Nick said. “You see Gabriella got separated from her group and asked me to help her. I agreed and we found the group at Jungle Junction. Her teacher was being rough with her. I tried to stop her but then she said I was not a real officer and threatened to spray me with Fox Repellent. Gabriella tried to get the Repellent away from her teacher but she got sprayed instead. I also have further evidence of the incident.” Nick then took the carrot pen and played back the recording.

The teacher paled when she heard the recording. “S- sir, I can explain…”

The principle raised his paw to silent her. “Mrs. Lucfoot, not only did you threaten an officer of the law, but also caused a student to be sent to the hospital. And, based on what I just heard you were more concerned with your job than you were for that kit. I’m sorry, but I will have to dismiss you.”

The lop-ear then turned to the two foxes. “I apologize for the events that have occurred. I hope Gabriella recovers quickly. We will discuss further details of your lawsuit and insurance paperwork at a latter time. I’m sure you’re eager to get back to your kit.”

Joseph nodded, “Thank you, sir.” The fox then got up to leave, but not before seeing the death glare from the former teacher.

Nick closed the door behind him and whispered under his breath “It’s called a hustle, sweetheart.” Nick turned and looked at Joseph. “Let’s get back to the hospital.” 

Joseph smirked at Nick’s comment. He nodded, “Yeah, let’s go.”

It wasn’t long before they were back at the hospital. When they returned to Gabriella’s room the kit was awake and eating. She waved at the two foxes. “Hi, guys! I was wondering where you went,” she greeted.

Joseph smiled and went over to his daughter. “Sorry, sweetie. We had to work out some things things with your principle. You won’t have to worry about your teacher anymore thanks to Officer Wilde,” he explained.

Gabriella looked over at Nick. “Really?”

Nick nodded with a grin on his face. “Yep,” Nick said while taking the carrot recorder out of his pocket. “And it’s all thanks to this. By the way Gabby I wanted to give something to you”

Gabriella squealed in excitement. “Oh my goodness, what is it!?” she asked.

Joseph put a paw on her to calm down. “Take it easy there, sweetie. You’re still recovering,” he said.

“It’s not much,” Nick said as he reached into the pocket of his shirt. “But I think you might like it.” Nick took out a small sheet of stickers in the shape of a badge and his sunglasses and handed them to Gabby.

Gabriella grinned ear to ear as she accepted the gifts. She quickly put on the sunglasses and put one of the stickers on her gown. “Thank you, Mr. Wilde! You’re the best!” she thanked.

Joseph smiled at her excitement. “Hey, I thought I was the best?” he said jokingly.

Gabby laughed, “You’re both the best!”

Nick chuckled “No problem kiddo” he said while sitting down in a chair “I’m glad you like it.”

Joseph then sat down on the other chair. “Thanks for everything, Officer Wilde. Perhaps when everything has settled you could stop by and see us. I could then treat to nice meal as thanks.”

After a few hours it began to get dark. Gabriella was now asleep. The doctor informed them that she would need to stay over night just in case, but that she could probably go home tomorrow.

Nick smiled. “Sure Joseph, that would be great. Thanks for the offer.

Joseph patted Nick on the shoulder. “I’m sure you need to get home. We’ll be alright,” he suggested.

Joseph accepted the number and wrote down his own gave it to Nick. “Thanks, and here’s mine. It was a pleasure to me too. Until we again, Officer Wilde,” he said.

“You’re right.” Nick said. “By the way here’s by number Joseph.” Nick took out a small notebook and wrote down his cell phone number on it. “It was nice to meet you.”

The white fox waved at the officer and returned to his daughter’s bed side. He was grateful for everything the red fox did for them.