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zootopia fanfic masterlist

Multi-chaptered Stories:

Change Starts With Us [Archive of Our Own] Rating: T A series of Nick x Judy drabbles, short and long, canon and au’s. Mostly a series of all the different ways a sly bunny and a dumb fox can fall in love.

Something That Finds You [Tumblr] [Archive of Our Own] Rating: T In a time of tension in the land of Zootopia, Nick Wilde and Judy Hopps are arranged to be married as a symbol of peace and unity. The only problem? They can’t stand each other (the 8 year age gap doesn’t help either). A story following Nick and Judy growing up together, through all the good and bad.

Roses Are Red, Foxes Are Too [Tumblr] [Archive of Our Own] Rating: K It’s Valentine’s Day at the ZPD, and love is in the air! Judy’s arranged a rose exchange, giving her partner-in-solving-crime the perfect opportunity. Nick just might summon enough courage to tell Judy how he really feels about her… …Or maybe he’ll just get Clawhauser to do it for him.

Impressions [Tumblr] [Archive of Our Own] Rating: T Nick and Judy meeting, falling in love, and dating in a college setting. Slices of life, fluff, flirting, and more!

Nick vs. the Fake Relationship [Tumblr] [Archive of Our Own] Rating: T “It was a complete accident that Nick started working for the Zootopian government. Falling for his handler was an even bigger accident.” ⟹ In which Nick learns to be a spy, and falls in love. A Zootopian Spies (Chuck) Au.

One-Shots:

Heat Spell [Tumblr] [Archive of Our Own] Pairing: Wildehopps

Room to Fall [Tumblr] [Archive of Our Own] Pairing: Wildehopps

A(Corn)Mazing [Tumblr] [Archive of Our Own] Pairing: Wildehopps

[hannahberrie]

I would love for you to write Mileven fighting because of jelousy or because of a silly misundestanding and just being loely at the end. Anyway, love you <3

I already wrote a fic about Mike getting jealous over El, so here’s a fic about El getting jealous over Mike! There’s not really any fighting, just Mileven being actual koalas who can’t get off of each other. 😘

My Type

WC: 1348

Mike’s been talking to the other girl for approximately 5 minutes and 47 seconds. El’s been counting. She doesn’t mean to, but it’s a weird habit she has, just like how she counts the seconds it takes for Mike to answer the phone when she calls, or the freckles on his cheeks, or the squares in her Eggo waffles.

The rest of the party is still swimming in the pool, engrossed in a game of chicken. Steve has blown his whistle at them several times for ‘roughhousing,’ but Dustin only flips him off in response. Since Steve makes no effort to leave his lifeguard chair, this just keeps happening every 10 minutes or so.

El’s sitting on a lounge chair, trying to ignore that her boyfriend still isn’t back. How long does it take to get two snow cones anyway, El grumpily thinks as she eyes Mike’s frame. He’s still standing in front of the snack shack, engaged in an amiable conversation with the young girl running it.

El’s still learning what makes people pretty and not pretty, but she can tell that this girl is pretty. She has long blonde hair that’s held back with colorful barrettes. She’s wearing the sky blue tank top that serves as the uniform for the Hawkins Public Pool. When she laughs (which happens a lot), she flips her hair over her shoulder and flutters her lashes.

An uneasy, bitter feeling rises in El’s throat. She remembers when she’d visited Mike at school and saw him with Max. It’d felt like this, but this is even worse somehow. Maybe because this girl looks like she just walked out of a TV. Her hair and skin are all glowy and perfect, leaving El feeling lackluster at best. Plus, whatever she’s saying is making Mike laugh, which drives El crazy. Mike’s smiles were for her, not random girls.

6 minutes.

The girl flips her hair for the umpteenth time, and that’s when El finally snaps. She considers using her powers, but there are way too many people around. Instead, she gets off her chair and storms over to Mike. As she draws near, she can hear the girl’s breathy, high-pitched voice as she croons, “You’re just like, super funny.”

Mike shrugs indifferently. “I guess so.”

El finally reaches the two of them. Mike, still facing the other girl, has his back turned to El.

Mine, El thinks determinedly. Though she feels like her insides are burning up, she feigns a soft demeanor as she wraps her arms around Mike from behind.  

Mike jolts in place, looking startled, but once he glances over his shoulder to see El, he smiles warmly. “El!”

“Miiiiiiiiike,” El whines, hugging him closer.

Mike beams at her. “What’s up?”

El nuzzles her nose into his back. “I missed you,” she mumbles, voice muffled by his skin. Since he’s wearing his swimsuit, she can count the freckles on his back. One, two, three, four —

Mike softens. “I missed you too!”

El, eyes narrowed, locks gazes with the other girl. Mine, she thinks again. The other girl gives her a perplexed, somewhat irked look in response.

Mike’s trying and failing to hug El, so El makes things easier by moving to hug his front. She tucks her head under his chin and stands on his feet, koala-ing him affectionately.

Mike wraps his arms around her waist and kisses the top of her head. “You still want a snow cone?”

“Yes, please,” El answers, pressing a kiss to his chest.

“Cherry or Blue Raspberry?”

“Cherry.”

Mike nods his head towards the other girl. “Two cherries, please.”

El continues to cuddle Mike as the girl prepares their snow cones. He smells like suntan lotion and chlorine water and there’s something oddly comforting about it.

El continues to pepper lazy kisses across Mike’s torso, causing him to blush.

“El,” he whispers, giving her a light nudge, “There’s people around.”

“I know,” El replies stubbornly.

Mike makes a discontented hum but doesn’t pull away, instead choosing to raise a hand and lace his fingers through her hair.

“Here you go!” The girl says in a chipper voice, “Two cherry snow cones!”

To El’s dismay, Mike has to let go of her to grab the snow cones from the other girl. “Thanks!” He replies.

“Come back soon!” The girl smiles, giving them a wave. Maybe El’s going crazy, but she could swear that the girl gives Mike a look that lingers way longer than it should. Either way, El continues to stick to Mike like velcro as they walk back to their lounge chairs.

As El leans close to him, Mike hands her one of the snow cones. The mid-afternoon sun beats down over their heads, warming the concrete underneath their feet.

As El relishes the icy syrupy taste of her snow cone, Mike casually links their free hands. His.

“So, why were you talking to her for so long?” El asks. She tries to keep her tone nonchalantly curious, but she can’t hide the accusatory tone that surfaces.

Mike takes a lick of his snow cone and eyes her curiously. “Why do you care?”

El eyes him right back. “I don’t.”

“Oh really?” Mike smiles hesitantly, “Because it sounds like you might be jealous.”

“What!?” El blushes bright red and looks away quickly. “No!”

Mike’s smile widens as he begins to laugh gleefully. “You are, aren’t you?”

“No!”

“You are!” Mike grins.

“I’ll push you into the pool!” El squeals, only half-kidding.

“Then you’ll come with me!” Mike smirks, giving their intertwined hands a squeeze.

They reach the lounge chairs. Mike lies back on one and El, still feeling a little (a lot) clingy, squeezes in beside him. It’s a tight fit, but Mike doesn’t seem to mind, and El definitely doesn’t.

They eat their snow cones in silence, watching as their friends continue to mess around in the pool. Max is sitting atop of Lucas’ shoulders and Will is atop Dustin’s.

“Hit harder, Will!” Dustin whines, “They’re creaming us!”

“I don’t want to hit a girl!” Will exclaims worriedly.

“Suckers!” Max and Lucas cackle.

“No roughhousing!” Steve calls out after blowing his whistle.

El and Mike smile at their friends’ antics before turning their attention back to each other.

“By the way,” Mike begins sincerely, “I don’t like her. That girl over there, I mean. She just kept talking and I didn’t know how to get her to stop, you know? I didn’t want to be rude.”

El still feels a tinge of jealousy, but she brushes it aside with a nod. “I know.”

“Besides, I’d never like someone like her anyway,” Mike continues lightly, “She’s not my type.”

El’s brow furrows. “Your type?”

“The type of girls that I like,” Mike explains.

“Oh,” El blushes, suddenly feeling flustered. She thinks this over for a moment, then asks, “…What is your type?”

“You know,” Mike shrugs, “Brunettes. Preferably ones that like waffles and have superpowers.”

He’s such a dork. El knows it’s super cheesy and everything, but she’s still grinning like an idiot. “You’re dumb,” she mumbles shyly, giving Mike a nudge.

“You’re my type,” Mike smiles, nudging her right back.

“I got that,” El giggles.

Mike studies her features for a moment, looking blissfully content, before asking, “So, what’s your type?”

El pretends to think for a few seconds before grinning. “You.”

“Just me?”

“Just you.”

Mike gives her an appreciative smile before he starts to lean in for a kiss. El lets her eyes fall closed as she moves closer to him. El’s had to have kissed him a million times already, but every time it happens she finds that her heart skips a beat, butterflies flutter in her chest, and she feels a sort of spark between them (electricity, as Dustin had once explained it). As the gap between her and Mike narrows, her entire body is electrified with anticipation. Just a few inches closer, and—

“Hey!” Steve calls out with a whistle, clapping his hands twice to further get their attention, “No sucking face at the pool!”

Mike flips him off.

[hannahberrie]

There For You (Chapter 2/2)

Fandom: It (2017) Relationships: Reddie Rating: G WC: 5,916 Summary: It's the night of dance, Eddie's freaking out, and Richie may or may not be looking really, super good.

Co-written by: @mikeywheelerr and @hannahberrie !

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“You have your inhaler?”

“Ma,” Eddie throws his head back, grip tightening on the car door that he’s just itching to close in her face. “I have it.”

Sonia isn’t done yet, though. She leans forward, face ruddy from nerves. “You know not to eat the food there, right? That’s how you get sick, and you never know what’s in it.”

Yes, please, let there be arsenic in the punch. Please.

“Okay, Ma.”

“And wash your hands—”

“Mrs. Kaspbrak?” Sarah ducks her head down so that his mom can see her; she’s smiling politely, the way she has all evening. Eddie doesn’t know her well enough to tell if she’s really just nice or has a lot of practice pretending. “We’re going to be late,” she says.

Sonia swallows. “Alright, then. Have fun, you two.”

She looks like she might puke, which would be funny if Eddie didn’t feel the same way.

[Continue Reading on AO3!]

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it (2017) fanfic masterlist

Multi-chaptered Stories:

Shut Up, Kiss Me [Archive of Our Own] Rating: G - T In a perfect universe, Richie Tozier and Eddie Kaspbrak wouldn’t be total idiots. They would have opened their eyes, they would have realised sooner.

But this universe isn’t perfect and neither are they, and the path to something isn’t easy at all. It’s full of awkward first kisses, crossed lines, fuck you’s, fights in rain, far too many tears, and sleepless nights.

They’ll get there eventually, though. It’s where they’re supposed to be. [a Reddie fic series co-written with EvieSmallwood]

One-Shots:

7 Minutes [Tumblr] [Archive of Our Own] Pairing: Reddie

“Why Did You Think That Was a Good Idea?” [Tumblr] Pairing: Reddie

Whatever You Say, Eddie K [Tumblr] [Archive of Our Own] Pairing: Reddie

Thinking of You [Tumblr] [Archive of Our Own] Pairing: Reddie

[hannahberrie]

How about #3, Mileven? And this is irrelevant to what you may choose (or not choose) to write, but I just gotta say, i headcannon that their fights are super rare, and if any yelling occurs it's almost always anger born from fear that the other got hurt or something <3 <3 <3

I totally agree! <3 Also, I got four separate requests for Prompt #3. Y’all are thirsty for angst. 

3. “I’m sorry I yelled at you…”

WC: 1,186

Everything that happened was such a mess.

Mike had promised he’d come visit her on Saturday so they could spend the whole day together, but he’d been late. And not just a little late, but showing-up-after-sundown late.

When he’d arrived, El had been so upset she hadn’t even bothered to open the door. She’d simply chewed him out through it.

“I’m sorry I’m late!” Mike had said desperately, knocking on the door over and over, “Will you PLEASE just let me in?”

“This was supposed to be OUR day!” El fumed, fists clenched tightly. She was trying not to cry, to seem angry rather than hurt, but it was going over with mixed results, “You said you’d be here and you LIED!”

“I didn’t lie!” Mike protested.

“Then did you forget?”

“No! I would never—“

“So, you didn’t want to be here?”

“No! Please, just let me—“

“Just leave!” El demanded, “I don’t want to see you!”

“El, please let me explain!”

“No! I…I don’t want to see you ever again!”

Okay, so that last part wasn’t true, not in the slightest. But her emotions were going haywire and taking control of her. She just wanted Mike to feel just as hurt as she was, and saying that was the only way she knew how.

“Fine,” Mike finally mumbled, and though El couldn’t see him through the door, she could easily picture the dejected, miserable look on his face.

Before he left, El heard the sound of him dropping something on the front step. She hadn’t said anything of it, still too consumed in her own blinded fury, but a few minutes after he’d left the cabin, El swung open the front door and huffily examined what he’d left.

It was a box, small and red and velvet, like the ones El always saw on TV. When she picked it up and opened it, she found a delicate bracelet that featured charms of a snowflake, heart, and her and Mike’s initials. Inside the lid box, written in Mike’s handwriting: happy 6 months.

So, yeah, El’s basically the biggest wastoid in all of Hawkins. As she now walks to Mike’s house, she practices how she should make it up to him. Sorry I overreacted? Sorry I jumped to conclusions? Sorry I’ve been a little ‘hormonal’ lately, whatever that meant?

When she arrives at the Wheeler’s home, she still doesn’t know what she’s going to say. She doesn’t even bother knocking, actually, and just goes around the back of Mike’s house and uses her powers to lift herself to his bedroom window.

As she crouches on the roof, she can see Mike lounging on the bottom bunk of his bed, dejectedly flipping through a comic book. When El knocks on his window, he jolts up, knocking his head against the top bunk (he really is getting too tall for it).

“El?” She sees him mouth as he rubs his head.

El smiles nervously.

Mike crosses the room and opens the window, looking shocked. “What are you doing here?” He whispers.

El pauses. “I…I’m sorry I yelled at you,” she murmurs, “Can we talk?”

Mike nods hastily and steps back, allowing El to climb through the window. Once she’s inside, he shuts the window, granting them some privacy.

El stands in the center of his room, still holding the red box in her hand. Mike stands in front of her, eyeing her warily, as if he’s worried she’s going to explode again. He’s wearing a navy t-shirt and some dinosaur pajama pants that are getting short around the ankles.

He’s growing so much, El idly thinks as she looks him over.

“Is everything okay?” Mike hesitantly asks.

El frowns, shame and guilt suddenly overwhelming her. “No,” she mumbles, glancing down at her feet.

“What’s wrong?” Mike asks, stepping closer to her. He places a hand on El’s shoulder and she nearly melts.

“I shouldn’t have yelled at you,” El replies, nervously meeting his gaze, “I…I overreacted.”

Mike offers her a soft smile. “It’s okay!”

El shakes her head. “It’s not. I have to control my emotions better. Soon, Hopper’s going to let me leave the cabin, and then—“

Mike nods understandingly. “Then you’ll have to be extra careful about your powers.”

El nods. “I can’t keep blowing up. I need to listen more.”

“Well, still,” Mike persists, “I should have told you I was going to be late. It’s just that everything went wrong today! I was supposed to bike to the jewelry store to pick up your bracelet but then when I got there I found out I was short ten dollars because apparently there’s an extra customization charge that no one told me about so then I had to find a way to get ten dollars so I tried mowing my neighbor’s lawn but he only gave me three dollars for it so then I had to—“

El silences him with a quick kiss. As she pulls back, she leaves Mike blushing furiously. “It’s okay,” she assures him.

“But it’s our 6 month anniversary!” Mike points out, “We were supposed to celebrate the Snowball together and I missed it!”

“We still have time,” El assures him.

Mike glances at his bedroom clock. “Yeah, like two hours,” he mutters ruefully.

“So, let’s not wait,” El smiles. She unboxes the bracelet and holds it out to him, “Can you help me?”

Mike smiles bashfully and nods. He steps closer to her and carefully fastens the bracelet around her wrist. “So, do you like it?” He asks hopefully.

El meets his gaze. “I love it.”

Mike blushes and swells with pride. “I picked out the charms myself!” He states, “I worked all month to save up for them!”

El wants to cry. Seriously, she doesn’t know what she did to ever deserve Mike. “They’re pretty,” she tells him, blinking back happy tears.

Mike leans in to give her another kiss, which El happily reciprocates. After they pull away, Mike’s eyes light up excitedly.

“Hold on!” He exclaims, running over to the cassette player he’s got resting on top of his dresser. He fumbles through the clutter on the dresser before finding a tape and inserting it. Moments later, the familiar opening notes of Every Breath You Take begin to fill the room.

El beams excitedly at him. “What’s this?”

Mike shrugs with a grin. “I thought we could just like, recreate our night.”

El giggles. “But you’re wearing dinosaur pants!”

“And I’m pretty sure you’re wearing one of my t-shirts,” Mike points out, eyeing the striped white and green top that El’s tucked into her shorts.

“Maybe,” El smiles innocently.

Mike gives her a knowing smirk as he walks over to her and guides her into his arms. El eagerly wraps her arms around his neck as he wraps his around her waist. They sway in place in the center of his bedroom, allowing the song to transport them back in time.

El leans her head against his chest and closes her eyes.

Mike presses a kiss to her temple. “Happy Anniversary, El.”

“Happy Anniversary, Mike.”

[hannahberrie]

30 for your fanfic “why did you think that was a good idea?” For Reddie 💛

30. “Why did you think that was a good idea?”

When Richie invited Eddie to spend the day with him, Eddie wasn’t expecting it to end with patching up a bloodied and bruised Richie on a park bench.

It all just escalated so quickly. One minute, they were walking through the Derry public park, the next, Richie was daring himself to do a backflip off of the playground’s kiddie slide.

“Why the HELL would you want to do that?!” Eddie had exclaimed.

“Because it’ll be fucking awesome!” Richie explained, “I’ll go to the top of the slide, backflip onto it, and slide the rest of the way down!”

Shockingly, that’s not what happened. Richie went to the top of the kiddie slide, did a backflip, slipped, landed on his head, and tumbled the rest of the way down. He landed on the wood chips in a heap of jutting limbs and fresh blood.

In retrospect, maybe Eddie should have been expecting this. This was Richie after all; he’d never been one to think much before doing anything.

Thankfully, Richie’s injuries were minor — nothing Eddie couldn’t fix. They found a nearby bench, Richie took a seat, and that’s how Eddie now found himself playing ‘Dr. K’ (as Richie loudly announced) for the umpteenth time.

“I’m surprised you didn’t crack your fucking skull open,” Eddie grumbles as he kneels before Richie, wiping his bloodied knees with disinfectant wipes, “You’re just lucky I had my emergency first-aid kit in my fanny pack.”

“You’re the only person I know who has an emergency first-aid kit, Eds,” Richie smiles. He keeps his gaze trained on Eddie, watching him work with a fascinated sort of amusement.

Eddie disregards this comment, instead choosing to chastise Richie further. “Why did you even think that was a good idea?”

Richie shrugs. He still has a bloody nose and he wipes it off with the back of his hand before talking. “I thought it’d make me look like a bad ass.”

Eddie retrieves some band-aids from his kit. “Well, it just made you look like a dumb ass.”

Richie smiles and shrugs again. “Still worth it.”

Eddie slaps the band-aids onto Richie’s knees and gives him an incredulous look. “How?!”

“Because now I got you all over me!” Richie smirks, nudging Eddie with his foot.

Despite the eye roll Eddie gives Richie, he can feel himself smiling. “There’s easier ways to get my attention,” he mutters.

Eddie finishes cleaning up Richie’s lower half and rises to clean up his face. He’s going through nearly all of his disinfectant wipes — after one touch, they quickly turn a muddied, maroon color.

As Eddie wipes the dried blood off of Richie’s nose, Richie smiles up at him hopefully. “Hey, Dr. K, I’m still feeling banged up.”

Eddie eyes him. “Where?”

Richie points to his mouth. “Right here, doc. You think you could kiss it better?”

Eddie smiles at him and shakes his head. “You’re such a fucking idiot.”

“Please!” Richie pleads, “I need it quick! If it doesn’t get healed, I might never be able to use my mouth again!”

“Wouldn’t that be a shame,” Eddie replies dryly.

Richie gets a good laugh out of that, and though he’s covered in band-aids, there are several wood chips in his hair, and he looks disgustingly filthy, Richie somehow still manages to look like the cutest boyfriend in the world.

“Come here,” Eddie mutters, grabbing a fistful of Richie’s t-shirt.

Richie smiles as he closes the distance between them, placing his lips over Eddie’s. His lips taste raw, chapped, and faintly of iron, but there’s something alluring about it all the same.

As they pull back, Eddie finds himself blushing thoroughly. He also notices that there’s a cut across Richie’s nose that he left unattended.

As he begins to wipe the cut down, Richie beams up at him. “Love ya’, Eds,” he says happily.

Eddie smiles and places a band-aid over the bridge of Richie’s nose. “Love you too, idiot.”

[hannahberrie]

21 with mileven ( I love me some flustered mike wheeler fics hannah) 🙄😉

(Ally I know you do that’s why I love you -- we are one in the same)

21. “Why are you laughing?”

“Are you ready?” Mike calls out from behind the door.

El, seated on the bottom bunk of his bed, smiles excitedly. “Yes!”

She uses her powers to open the door for Mike, allowing him a more dramatic entrance. Mike enters his bedroom and jumps into a battle-ready pose, his prop blaster aimed towards the stormtrooper action figures scattered across his dresser.

El can’t help but burst into delighted laughter at the sight.

“Why are you laughing?” Mike pouts, breaking his pose to slump his shoulders in defeat.

“I-I’m sorry!” El giggles, “You just look really cute!”

Mike crinkles his nose as he glances down at his outfit. “Cute? I’m supposed to be roguish.”

El does her best to quiet her giggles. “You do!” She nods quickly, “Very roguish.”

Mike eyes her skeptically. “Really?”

El nods. She rises up from the bed and crosses the space between them. She places her hands over his chest, smoothing down his black leather vest. “And handsome.”

Mike seems to perk up at this. His gaze softens and he leans in to press a brief kiss to her nose. “You look really pretty,” he mumbles shyly.

El glances down at her own outfit — a flowing white dress cinched with a metal belt.  Her ever-growing hair has been pulled back into two buns on the sides of her head, thanks to the assistance of Nancy.

“Thank you!” She beams, feeling pretty.

“Of course, princess,” Mike smiles, causing El to giggle again. Thankfully, her laughter doesn’t deter Mike this time, and he instead brightens at the sound.

As El’s laughs die down, Mike casually wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her closer to him. “So, you ready for your first Trick-or-Treating?” He asks, looking down at her warmly.

El thinks back to last Halloween when she was still stuck in the cabin. She remembers how suffocatingly isolated it had felt, knowing that Mike was out there, possibly only a few miles away from her. Hearing him describe Halloween and his Ghostbusters costume during the prior weeks had only made her yearn to experience it with him all the more. She tried, of course, making her own ghost costume so they could match somehow, but it wasn’t the same as being with him.

Thankfully, that’s all in the past now. Now, El’s able to grasp his hand without him dissolving in her fingers. They’re able to wear their matching Star Wars costumes and spend the entire night together (well, until Hopper comes to pick her up at eleven-oh-clock).

No more hiding, no more waiting.

And so, El smiles up at him before leaning in to give him a long, firm kiss. He always gets so flustered and blushy when she initiates kisses, and this time is no different. As she pulls back, Mike’s left thoroughly flustered and looking quite (cute) handsome.

“Yes,” El smiles, “I’m ready.”