#i mean hate in a light hearted way im just annoyed and very eye twitching peeved

[scp-168]

Sometimes i hate you guys

[hargrove-mayfields]

Billy has to stick up for max a lot because of her autism, at school he walks to her class and their afraid of him because just,,, look at him

warnings for mentions of bullying and ableism.

It isn’t easy to make Maxine Mayfield cry.

At least, Billy had almost never seen her shed a tear in the six years he’d known her but maybe two times: once when she was still little, and just learned her step-family was going to move into her house and replace her real dad forever, and once when she was told they would be leaving California. Both times she’d run off to her room and slammed the door before anyone could see, but Billy had noticed. He always did when it came to Max. Had to when he knew damn well how much trouble he’d be in if things went wrong while he was watching her.

Beyond that there were a few teary eyed looks that got wiped away, maybe a sniffle she’d try to cover up by complaining about her allergies, but it was very rare, even during meltdowns, that she’d be full on crying, tears streaming down her face so quickly she couldn’t wipe them away while sobs wrack through her and make her shake.

So Billy knows first thing that something is very, very wrong when she’s already at his car after school, her face buried in her balled up jacket and doing exactly that. He can hear her from outside the car, so he sighs and knocks on the window before he yanks the door open, but Max doesn’t even flinch, just curls up tighter in the passenger seat and ignores him.

That’s a bad sign too, the fact she isn’t even trying to hide it from him, “What’s a’matter Maxi?”

“None of your business.” She snaps at him, voice thick and wet with tears. It’s unfamiliar seeing her like that and it makes Billy feel tense ang guilt even though he didn’t do it this time, so he tries, “Come on. It totally is my business. You get tears on my leather seats n’the salt’ll stain ‘em up, and you’ll be the one to clean it up.”

All it gets from Max is another heavy sob, instantly hitting him with a pang of regret for trying to be light about this, “Shit. M’sorry, Maxi. Didn’t mean it like that. Just tryin’ ta make you smile.”

“Well it didn’t work!” Max sniffles, throwing her jacket on the dash and finally turning to look at Billy, face flushed red and tracked with tears, her bottom lip still wobbling, “I’ll never ever smile again..”

“Why not? I know it’s not just because of your dumbass brother.” Billy sees a twitch at the corner of her lip, the slightest hint of a smile at him insulting himself, and he counts that as a small win, a sign he’s getting at least a little bit through to Max, so he prompts her again, “What happened at school today, Max?”

Her gaze drops to her lap, and she shrugs her shoulders slightly, stiffly, as she mumbles an explanation, “Remember how I told you about that boy, who's mean to me and my friends?”

“‘Course I do. I never forget anythin’ you tell me.”

Max wipes her nose on her sleeve, and corrects him, “Except for when you forgot I told you I had AV club and you came in the school looking for me and then you got stuck talking to a teacher for like, three hours after I was done.”

“Yeah, well that was one time. N’I was already havin’ a bad day when you told me, thank you very much.” He encourages her, his face serious though their tone is light-hearted, “Keep goin’, what’d this kid do now?”

Again Max’s features close off, and she tries to lie, “He was just.. Well it was my fault.. I-I don’t know.”

“Max. I need the truth.”

Talking fast, like she’s fighting against her thoughts, she makes him promise, “Promise me you won’t do anything dumb, first.”

Billy lifts a hand from the steering wheel, “I won’t. Cross my heart, Maxi.”

At this point, in the silence that builds while Max wills herself to speak, Billy starts to drive, since it’s clear he won’t be going back into that school. It isn’t lost on him the way Max takes a deep breath, out of relief that he meant it when he said he wasn’t going to be dumb and march back in there.

Quickly, once she’s ready, she explains, “Okay. Well he kinda sort of told me that I was annoying ‘cause I laugh too much, and I told him it was just a stim n’that I couldn’t help it but he said that made me a baby and I told him I wasn’t and he called me a retard instead and I was already stressed so I started crying like a dumb baby and he laughed at me and none of my friends said anything or helped me and I just.. yeah.”

All Billy can do is raise his eyebrows, has about a hundred and one pissy and angry things he could say, but he doesn’t utter a word, because he doesn’t want to make Max more upset than she already is.

Clearly just the change in his expression spooks her though, because she insists, sounding like she could cry again at any second, “You promised me!”

He puts his hands up sort of defensively, though he has to grab the wheel again when the car veers, swallowing his anger to tell her calmly, “I didn’t even say anything. I promised I’d be nice and I’m gonna keep that promise.”

She nods hesitantly, more to show trust than agreement, so Billy continues, “But Maxi that’s.. bad. Why don’t you tell a teacher or some shit?”

“Yeah, like they would even do anything. They already hate me for being in their coed classes.” Max mumbles the last part, looking away, “They’d probably rather Troy beat me up so I wouldn’t be bothering them anymore.”

“Tell me you’re being dramatic.”

But Max just shrugs again.

“Fuck, I hate this fucking place.” Billy tears his eyes from the road to look Max in the eyes as she says it, even knowing she can’t return the gesture, “You know you don’t deserve to go through this shit, Maxi?”

“It.. is kinda my fault though.”

He lashes out, just a little, hearing her talk like that about herself. Because it’s not fair that a thirteen year old girl looks at herself that way, yeah, but also because he knows it’s in some ways his fault too, and their parents for the way she’d been brought up, and the shit she'd been around that she even thinks to say shit like that.

He hits the palm of his hand against the rim of his steering wheel, rather he goes to before he catches himself, slowing it before it really hits, tapping it more than anything, “No the fuck it isn’t. It’s nobody’s fault but the assholes that make it into a problem. And fucking Neil’s for dragging us to this close-minded little spot on the map. I hate this fucking town”

“Oh.” Is all Max says.

Billy waits, but he can see she doesn’t know what else to say, so he sighs, “Look, I made my promise to you. Can you make one for me now?”

Max looks confused, “Okay?”

“Promise me that the next time somebody says some shit to you, you stand up for yourself.” Max scrunches up her face, like she immediately disagrees with that, but Billy insists, “Look, I don’t care if you’re crying like a damn baby or you can’t even talk while you do it, just don’t let ‘em walk all over you like that again.”

“I’m not fighting anyone, Billy. I’m not.. like you.”

“That’s not what I said. I said to stand up for yourself. It’s different.”

“Yeah right. How am I supposed to do that?” Billy knows that some asshole had to have said that to Max, that for whatever bullshit reason she couldn’t stick up for herself. Damn kid can’t catch a break in life, so he tells her, at this point not sure if this is even advice or just him ranting at Max, “This kid calls you a slur again, tell ‘im at least you got the diagnosis. Make him feel like he’s the stupid one. And if a teacher ever pulls some shit about the way you learn, tell ‘em you’ll go to the board of education and personally get their asses fired. Your mom would fight for you.”

“No she wouldn’t.”

“Then dammit I would. Your friends would if they understood. I know Sinclair would kick ass for you.”

Max’s toughness finally cracks- she learned that from him, to put on that hard exterior and fake it- Billy's determination stronger than her stubbornness. She looks up at him with a look in her eye that says he’s said all the right things, “You really think so?”

“No shit. Big brothers know all about this kind of bull.”

“I guess.” Max smiles just a little, and tells him matter-of-factly, “But you’re not that kind of big brother. You’re too cool.”

“Hell yeah I am.” Billy hums proudly, adding with humor in his tone, “But it’s even more cool to be nice to your little sister than it is to be an asshole. Remember that one.”

Max nods, listing it off on her fingers, “Stand up for myself, but don’t be an asshole, and Billy's secretly a big softie. I think I got it.”

“Good. Now out of my car, shitbird.”

Giggling in that way that says she knows she got him, Max swings open her door and runs into the house, leaving Billy to watch after her. He turns off the car but doesn’t get out, trying to bury his worry for her under his expression, not because he didn’t care, or even because he didn’t want her to know, he was long past that, but because he was worried what would happen if Susan saw his concern.

She’d weasel the truth out of Max if she knew something was up, and somehow, despite her promises, Neil would find out once he dragged his ass back home from the bar later tonight, and then it would somehow be Billy’s fault. He just hopes, if Max lets slip about the bullying, she at least doesn’t get too mouthy and mention the part where she was crying.

That was a Friday when that all went down, so Billy has the weekend, which thankfully does not include any snitching, to decide what he’s going to do about it. It’s not like he was ever going to go beat up on any tweens anyways, but he promised Max he wouldn’t be dumb, and he knew that meant no passive aggressive bullshit either. At least not while she could see him.

Because that ruled out like, half of his options, he’s still kind of clueless on what he’s going to do that next Monday morning when schools back in. He’s sitting in the middle school parking lot, fingers twitching against the steering wheel without a cigarette to busy them with, waiting for 7:30 on the dot when Max always goes in.

At this point, he’s considering just ditching with her to go get ice cream or something so she doesn’t have to face any bullies today, but his epiphany comes in the form of watching Jonathan Byers walk the littler one all the way to the front doors, his hand protectively hooked through the handle on the kid’s backpack. When the clock ticks the right time and Max opens her door, he knows what he’s going to do, and he turns the car off.

She freezes, can tell he’s up to something. “What are you doing?”

“Nothin’. M’just walking you in.” She glares at him in response to the smug smile he wears, so he swears, “Honest. I got basketball today. No way I’m missing that shit ‘cause I fought some little kid.”

“You’re lying.”

“Can’t I just be nice to my little sister?”

From the look on her face, she’s still skeptical, but it's enough to get Max to agree to it, grabbing her bag from the backseat and mumbling, “Whatever. Just don’t embarrass me.”

Billy chuckles, giving Max a head start towards the building before he follows, “Hey now, I thought just yesterday I was your cool older brother.”

“Cool older brothers don’t walk their sisters to the door.” She calls it over her shoulder, and Billy can’t help but tease her more, correcting her in a sing-songy voice, “Who said I was stoppin’ at the door? I’m walking you all the way to your class.”

“Oh god.” Max stops walking, but Billy keeps up, this time pulling ahead enough to call back to her, “Come on shitbird. Don’t wanna be late.”

“I hate you so much.”

“Yeah, right. You love that I would take the time outta my morning to do this for you.” He props open the door for Max with his boot, pretending not to notice the way all the little middle school kids at their lockers turn to gawk at them, letting her shove past him with her face flushed deeper than the color of her hair in embarrassment.

Pulling on her backpack straps, like she’s trying to physically make herself smaller, she mumbles, “No, I actually hate you.”

He almost feels bad for embarrassing her, but that’s the other part of his job, and he reminds her of that, “Good. There’s some more advice for ya, little sisters should always hate their big brothers, or he’s doing something wrong.”

They get a little ways down the hall, Max’s confidence going up just some as the shock wears off and people start to turn away, but Billy hardly notices. He doesn’t even come close to being bothered by eighth grade politics anymore, and if he’s intimidating the poor kids, well that’s exactly what he’s there for.

When he’s met with a particularly harsh glare from some snob nosed brat, who happens to remind him a lot of one Tommy Hagan, he bumps into Max on purpose, and announces louder than he needs to in hopes the kid’ll know he was looking for him, “That the little asshole s’been givin’ you trouble?”

Glancing nervously between him and Billy, she nods, “Yeah..”

Billy just nods, a cross between acknowledgment and judgement, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“You said-“ Again Max panics, but Billy cuts her off this time with a simple assurance of, “And I didn’t do anything.”

Her eyebrows knit together, realizing that that wasn’t a lie, “I.. guess you didn’t.”

“What’s your first class anyways?”

“We report to the cafeteria before first period.” She informs him, leading him that way, but he hooks two fingers through the strap on her bag to stop her, “Not gonna happen, Maxi. Being shoved in a tiny room with three hundred other kids makes you feel all ‘meltdowny’ I think was your exact word. So you’re not doin’ that anymore. I just decided.”

“But that’s against the rules.”

“Yeah, so’s me bein’ in this building during school hours, but nobody’s saying shit to me, are they?”

Max narrows her eyes at him then, and he knows he said too much, that he’s been found out, “That’s your plan isn’t it.”

There’s a crooked smile on his face he can’t hide as he plays innocent-like, “What is?”

Max pushes him a little and he pretends to misstep while she accuses him, “Coming into school and being all intimidating so nobody will bug me anymore.”

“Pfft, yeah right.” Billy denies again, getting nothing but an eye roll in response at first, but when it’s clear it’s he’s not going to give up and admit it, Max does, glancing shortly over at him, “Well thanks anyways, Billy.”

She adds, realizing he’s wandering with no idea where they’re going, having never been in the middle school himself, “My first class is in B-18.”

“Which one is’at?” He asks, just curious, but Max deflects the question, giving a short, “It’s taught by Mr. Clarke.”

Just from how quiet she is, Billy can tell that she's hiding something, “Max. You seriously don’t even know what class you’re in?”

“No I don’t, okay?” Max stops in the middle of the hallway, ranting at her brother, “It’s already not the same as my old school, and then they moved my schedule all around again after they decided I didn’t qualify for special ed, so now I just go where I’m s’posed to, and I know my teachers better than my classes.”

“And you didn’t tell anyone, did you?”

“No. There’s nothing anyone can do so it doesn’t matter.” Her tone implies she thought a lot about it, maybe even wanted to, but decided not to.

Billy insists right back, these past two days feeling like he’s constantly petitioning for Max to trust and rely on him, “Oh I could do somethin’. You know I could.”

“I do. But I don’t want you to. Sticking up for me is enough.”

That’s what makes Billy understand. The firmness in her voice says everything she needs him to hear: Max doesn’t want Billy to do for her what she can handle. This is bigger than just being the older brother. This is her setting boundaries, asking for help without wanting to be controlled. That’s something he never really got how to do, being raised by a dictator and all, but it’s something she needs. Sometimes he forgets that.

He doesn’t say anything else, just lets it sit while Max takes him down some stairs to the right room. She stops outside, scuffing up the dusty marble floors with the toe of her Chuck Taylor’s, “Could you.. stick around for a little bit in case he says something?”

Billy clicks his tongue, remarking, “I dunno. I got a class in a few..”

But his sarcasm falls short with Max, which, that’s his bad for not realizing that it would, and her face falls, “Oh, well I guess I can just-”

“Was just funnin’ you shitbird. I don’t give a fuck about my classes.” Max grimaces in that all too familiar way of uncertainty, so he promises, “I’ll be right out here. Go talk to your teacher, ‘n if he says some shit to you, remember I only promised not be stupid about the bully.”

He at least gets a smile for that one, before Max rolls her eyes, “You’re not fighting my science teacher, dummy.”

“Whatever. Just get in there, brat.”

He can see Max holding back a smile as she listens, bounding into her classroom with another quick glance back at Billy to check that he wasn’t lying and going to walk away.

Billy waits until the door fall closed to lean against the row of lockers opposite it, watching her through the little meshed over windows. By now, he’s pretty well versed on what arguments with angry authority figures look like, and the conversation between Max and her teacher is not one. He still stays though, just because Max asked him to, but maybe, just maybe a little for himself, a reassurance that the second he leaves shit isn’t going to get worse, and Max’ll have at least someone other than her equally as nerdy little friends behind her.

Then they both turn and give him a little wave, Max and her teacher, an acknowledgment to Billy that this new routine was indeed going to work out. The way the school district had handled everything else, he wonders if the guy even knew Max wasn’t like his other students until now.

Still, seeing that, Billy gives a half nod in response, and decides his job is done here, at least until tomorrow when he does the same. Max’ll get used to it, and his hope is that the little bully brats won’t. He’ll just have to keep them on their toes.

Which is exactly why, while on his way out, Billy has to break his promise to Max, just slightly, and do something dumb. He finds the Troy kid again, and waits until the little punk is at his peak to knock him down a few pegs.

He’s complaining about some teacher, which is pretty typical for a thirteen-fourteen year old kid, but the other things he’s said to Max make it not as relatable, not as innocent. So he does what any logical, mature adult would do, and scares the piss out of him.

Billy waits until the kid gets a laugh from his troop of assholes, and slams the locker door beside him shut, uncaring of who’s it was. All eyes are quickly on him, all too wide against too pale faces. It’s too easy.

“What are you little shits whining about over here?”

The one in charge steps forward, trying to be tough despite the way he has to practically bend backwards to look up at Billy’s face, “None of your business. Did the freak send you after us to scare us? It ain’t gonna work.”

“Oh I’m not here to scare you. I’m just here to give you your final warning. We’re past the point of intimidation. Matter of fact, next time I have to come here.. it won’t be looking so good for you.”

“You’re lying.” The kid accuses, despite the obvious doubt written behind his features.

Billy can work with that.

“I might be. But I’m still an authority figure over your sorry little asses, and if you don’t start respecting that..” He bends down a little further, still nowhere near the kid but making his whole troupe flinche back, and drops his pitch, “well, I can’t promise what’ll happen to ya, but unlike your teachers, I don’t play by the rules. You got that?”

Straightening himself back out, Billy pretends to start walking away before he adds, “Oh, and if you pick on my kid sister ever again, I will know. Just remember that, uh, Troy was it?”

The kid nods dumbly, literally vibrating with something like fear, and Billy can say he’s pretty satisfied with that. He pats the kid on the shoulder, a touch so gentle it wouldn’t’ve hurt a fly, and notably couldn’t get him in any trouble, but the little shit scampers off, three other puffy head bullies trailing after him.

Everyone sees it happen, Billy with his nasty smirk and his distinguishably high-schooler way of carrying himself, Troy running for the hills in the other direction. He leaves feeling like his point has been thoroughly proven.

It isn’t easy to make Maxine Mayfield cry, but it’s even harder to get away with it, and Billy knows it won’t be a problem from now on.

[cottoncandy-jester]

✨lay down now darling its time for a dream✨

Little Cucciolo (leone abbacchio x male reader)

Yay my first jjba story! There are many many more in the works and as always requests are open

Honestly Im a fan of writing reader as a literal dumb feral beast cause it reminds me of one of my ocs and they are fun so expect more fics with this type of reader

This story contains: pet play, anal sex, use of the word master, degrading, praise kink(if you squint), reader being a dumbass feral animal, dumbification

Cucciolo= puppy

"whose such a good boy? Whose such an obedient pet?"

" ah- me! Me me me master, it's me!"

Your excited squeals as you sat on your knees under the table made leone chuckle before running his hands through your hair. As he poked his fingers through the muzzle you wore he had to pull it back fast since you tried to bite him with your sharp teeth. Usually he would punish such actions but he allowed it since you were whining about food before you all got here.

Honestly you were more animal than person but that was okay, abacchio was the one to find you in an alley way eating rotten meat. At first he was going to leave you be but when you reached for him and let out those helpless little whines he couldn't help but take you home. With lots of training, care, and love you became the perfect pet you are now.

"is the puppy hungry? Hmm? If I take the muzzle off you can't bite anyone okay? Understand?"

The male's stern tone made you nod before you nuzzled your face against his thigh clearly wanting to get your face in-between his legs but Leone quickly stopped you before giving you a light glare.

"not that, not now..later if you are good you can have a taste"

Leone sighs as he unbuckled the muzzle and placed it on top the table only to put a plate of food onto the ground watching as you ate messily as if you were some starved beast.

Leone glanced down at you with a smile before focusing on calmly drinking a glass of wine, wrapped around his hand was a black leash attached to a black leather collar with a shiny purple heart tag with the words 'belongs to leone abbacchio' carved on it in black letters. You were his and everyone knew, hell the others would rarely touch you besides giving pets on your head or quick pats on your back

Well everyone besides giorno who had no fear of abbacchio's rules and would often praise and pet you whenever you were close enough, like right this moment when he reached under the table and softly snapped his fingers to gain your attention which worked.

Leone felt a faint tug on the leash so he looked down to check on you only to see you were on the other side of the table your body settled between giorno's legs as he seemed to be feeding you cake lovingly while softly giving you praises such as 'good boy' or even beckoning you to eat more.

"say ahh.. careful not to spill cream on you would hate to get you all messy"

Giorno's hushed dominant tone seemed to piss leone off but it only got worse when the male saw the blonde gently pull you up before slowly leaning down to lick cream off your cheek while glancing at your so called master.

Leone snapped and yanked the leash roughly seeing you fall back to the ground along with hearing a gagging sound from you before you looked at the source of the tug flinching at the sight of a very angry leone.

"come here, now"

It didn't take long before you were crawling under the table returning to leone's side and gripping his leg kissing it and his shoes as a way to apologize. The male glared down at you in disgust before simply scooping you into his arms before eying giorno he will deal with that asshole later.

Leone calmly walked into the bathroom before locking it and dropping you to the ground. He yanked your leash tightly as he pressed his heel against your bulge, he could feel how hard you were and just the sight of you like this drove him crazy.

"tell me slut, what the hell was that?"

"i-i wanted cake..you were busy so giorno offered to share"

Your soft voice was one he rarely heard since he was far more used to your random feral squeals and squeaks but it made him feel special since you only spoke to politely to him.

"when the Cucciolo needs something..who does he come to no matter what?"

Leone leaned down glaring at you as you kept your head down now sitting on your knees avoiding eye contact, you bit your bottom lip only to feel leone softly pull your lip from under your teeth

"speak, pet. Who do you go to when you want or need something?"

"m-master..I go straight to master and no one else"

Leone gripped your face with his hand now squishing your cheeks together and forcing eye contact, he wanted you to know that he was angry with you that what you did was wrong.

"then why would you even dare go to that bastard?! It's like you want to be punished"

After speaking leone pulled back before unhooking the leash from your collar and forcing you to stand. He glanced at the bathroom counters before giving a short whistle motioning you to bend over, a motion you are fairly familiar with.

It took you less than a second to bend over on the counter before you got to work on pulling down your pants only to feel leone roughly grab your arms and tie them behind your back using the leash as a rope.

"did I tell you to do that? You are just being so fucking bad today"

With an annoyed click of his tongue leone simply yanked your underwear and pants down in one swift yank. Your ass was already still red from the spanking you had gotten a few nights prior for biting leone and the sight made the male suck in a sharp breath

"spanking is far too good for you, no no a slutty boy like you deserve a punishment that will make you think twice about even being near that stupid bastard"

The Anger in leone's voice gave you shivers but then you heard a ripping noise and before you could question it you felt something shoved into your mouth. You recognized this fabric..it was your very own underwear

"now, here's what's gonna happen whore I'm going to finger this slutty little hole and see just how many times you cum just from that, is that understood?"

Once he saw you nod leone licked two of his fingers before he shoved them both in with zero warning, the feeling made your body twitch as you shuddered and squirmed lightly now feeling precum dribble down your cock as you waited for leone to move his fingers with a needy whine escaping you.

When leone did move he showed absolutely no mercy, his thick fingers shoved deep into your hole before he scared to do a scissor motion while pumping in and out deeply enjoying your insanely slutty squeals and moans.

"you slutty mutt, I bet you wanted this eh? You wanted to piss me off so I would punish you. You're always so eager for my fucking attention even if it means me ripping your hole open like this!"

His cold words ended with him adding a third finger inside if you now roughly pumping his fingers in and out spreading them as far as they would go. Your muffled who and feral bucking of your hips as you cummed only made leone hard but he needed more, he needed to feel you climax more. It was like an addiction watching your lewd face from the bathroom mirror the way your eyes rolled back as you slobbered all over the underwear in your mouth was enough to give him shivers.

His gluttony to make you cum went on for so long that you were already slurring your words and acting like a total idiot. Your body shook as your babbling was just you begging for his cock to rip you apart, the underwear dropped from your mouth but leone didn't seem to mind and actually adored your sobs and crazy babbling. leone finally gave into your sobbing pleas since he himself was so hard he thought his cock would rip his pants.

"alright slut, I hope you're ready"

As you heard him unzip his pants you were practially wiggling your ass from excitement as your brain was already dumb just from leone's fingers. As you felt leone untie your arms you couldn't help but squeal and whine

"master's cock! Ah! Gimme gimme gimme gimme! Need it need it! My slutty boy parts are tingling! Nghhh-"

Your high pitched squeals were silenced by leone slapping your ass before he pressed his cock against your eager asshole. He was going to give you a second to relax before he pushed in but he gasped when you slammed your ass back forcing him inside you.

"ooohh~ m-master's thick sweet cock is filling me I'm gonna ripppp~"

Leone gripped your hips with a low growl as he started to roughly thrust in and out of you.

"fuck- you're so fucking hot when you are stupid and horny like this so..damn..stupid all you can think about is cock"

His low growling in your ear seemed to only excite you more as your loud rabid moans filled the room. You were drooling with your eyes rolling back as you excitedly stroked your cock with one hand while your other pulling at your own nipples before you pressed your face against the counter getting drool all over it.

"faster! Faster! Faster! Harder! Harder! Break me break me break me!"

Your dumb squeals only got worse as leone did exactly as you screamed. You started to trail your tongue along the counter now not even speaking a proper language and just making random sounds.

"fuck- you are really going crazy there eh Cucciolo? Who owns you?! Who is the only one who can fuck you like this?! Speak!"

It was pure sadistic for leone to demand you to speak knowing you were already too brain fried to form proper words but hearing you squeal what sounded like his name over and over was enough for him.

When it came time for his climax leone digged his nails Into your hips as he slammed his hips harder before he heard a gasp coming from you, you knew exactly when he was going to cum and now came the point where your crazy begging for his cum started.

"need cum..! Insideeee! Dooo it inside! Fill fill fill fill!"

God leone loved how dumb you got cause of him. It was absolutely beautiful and was enough to make him slam his hips and fill your needy hole with his hot cum.

This action caused you to cum for what you think is the 5th time, your hips slammed into the counter as you cummed all on the floor and your body twitched and spasmed with the purest of bliss and euphoria before going totally limp.

Leone slowly pulled out and quickly held your waist so you didn't fall, he softly sat you on the found before pressing soft kisses onto youe face and sweetly, your eyes were drooped as your expression was zoned out, drool dribbled down your chin and you lightly swayed side to side.

He chuckled as he helped you get cleaned up and dressed before placing a soft kiss on your lips. He knew you more than you knew yourself so seeing you like this was nothing new though he did like to make sure you can somewhat talk.

"puppy, I love you"

"yummmmyy..cockkk~"

Yup.

He definitely overdid it.

leone calmly hooked your leash onto your collar before fixing his own clothes and scooping you into your arms feeling you nuzzle your face into his neck while still drooling so he softly rubbed your back now walking out the bathroom only see a line of people who urgently had to pee.

Leone simply smirked as he walked back to the table and calmly took a seat while you slowly took a nap cuddling into Leone while he petted your hair and planting sweet kisses onto your sleeping face.

"my sweet little Cucciolo, I love you more than life itself"

His sweet whispers into your ear earned him a sleepy coo as you felt into a slumber clinging to the man you love.

[horansqueen]

You & Me : chapter 19

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

Sequel to AM CONVERSATIONS

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 15 || CHAPTER 16 || CHAPTER 17 || CHAPTER 18

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -4.1k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

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Chapter 19 : His chapter

NIALL

I couldn't take her out of my mind. At every single moment of the day, no matter what I was doing, the thought of her was obsessing me and invading me completely. I couldn't think straight anymore and even if the fact that being so crazy in love with her was troubling, I knew it was something that was engraved in me. I was fucked. There was no way I was getting out of this. All I wanted to do was drive to her place and spend time with her. I knew it was a bit crazy and that obviously, we couldn't be together every single minute of every single hour of every single day... but I was ready to try.

In an impulse, I got off my couch and grabbed my keys before walking outside. I didn't run, I didn't even hurry up, I just walked to my car feeling light and serene. I parked and walked to the door the exact same way before ringing the bell and when the door opened, I smiled a little, raising my eyebrows.

"Hey, we need to talk."

I watched her frown and she moved away to let me in. I quickly walked inside and closed the door as she walked quickly to the kitchen, turning to glance at me on her way.

"I was just making myself a shake, you want one?"

I pushed my hands in my pockets and cleared my throat. "No, thanks." I followed her slowly and stared at her as she moved around the kitchen. I didn't know why, but everything she did annoyed me.

"Heidi, look, I think it's time we stop."

"We stop what?" she asked, filling her glass without looking at me.

"This relationship."

This time, she stopped everything she was doing and closed her eyes, breathing in and out slowly before opening her eyes again and turning to me. I was expecting a tantrum but if I wanted to be honest with myself, I was ok with it. It was not the first time we broke up but I knew it was the last time.

"It's because of her, isn't it?"

I stared at her for a few seconds and sighed before shrugging and shaking my head slightly.

"Yes and no." I admitted, raising my eyebrows. "I love her, it's true. But also, I've stopped loving you."

She frowned more and her lips parted as she leaned the side of her body against the counter. I stared at her for a few seconds, realizing that she had no effect on me anymore. Yea, she was hot, but there was no desire, no need, no craving. It was not normal after only a few months, was it? I enjoyed sex the whole time I was with Olivia, and wanted her as bad if not even more as when we started dating. I had no idea if it was linked with love or not but it didn't matter. I knew I didn't want to be with Heidi anymore and I was sure it would never come back.

"Don't you see she's playing with you?" Heidi added, frowning even more. "She's getting married, Niall! To an other man! You think she'll drop him and her perfect life to go back with you? Does she even know everything you did after you broke up with her?" she scoffed and rolled her eyes. "It's ridiculous to break up with me, you'll definitely regret it."

It didn't even sound like a threat, it was literally just a fact for her, something she knew would happen, something she just had to wait for, like I was obviously going to crawl back to her eventually. That too didn't matter to me. She could think whatever she wanted.

"You'll be fine." I just pointed out with a shrug, ignoring her rant.

"Don't flatter yourself, Niall. Unlike your ex girlfriend, I won't fall into depression before hanging to the first man that is kind to me. I can live without you. You don't have that ridiculous control over me where I would just do whatever you wanted me to, whenever you wanted me to."

I frowned too, shocked by her words, and scoffed, shaking my head.

"There's literally no reason to be so mean."

"Mean? Who's really mean here, Niall?" she asked, crossing her arms on her chest. "I was there when you broke up with her and when all your friends took her side and abandoned you. I was there through it all, I helped you get back on your feet, and how do you thank me? You go shag your ex girlfriend in my back and then break up with me for her with the ridiculous hope that she's going to take you back."

I wanted to repeat to her that i also stopped loving her, that it was not only because of my feelings for Olivia, and that I didn't do that for anyone but myself, but I knew it was useless.

"You two deserve each other." she just let out.

She didn't seem sad but I knew her well enough to realize that she was hurt and I sighed, licking my lips.

"I'll... show myself out." I just said, trying to keep the anger in. "I'll send you your stuff, don't worry."

I turned around and walked to the door but just as I was about to step out, I heard her voice again.

"Keep them! It's useless to bring my stuff back here, you'll come back eventually." she pointed out, making me roll my eyes. "She'll break your heart soon enough!"

As soon as I got inside my car, I wanted to talk to Olivia. I knew It was not a good time but I couldn't take it out of my mind. I had no idea how I would tell her that I broke up with Heidi either. I knew Olivia told me to wait to tell Heidi about me and her, but that's not totally why I broke up with Heidi anyway, and I just hoped Olivia wouldn't be too mad.

When I came back, I decided to gather all of Heidi's stuff I could find and put it in boxes. I brought them close to the door to get them delivered to her as soon as possible. I didn't want this to drag and be stuck with it for months. I wanted this to be over with and put it in the past. I was not going back to her, no matter what Heidi seemed to believe.

I ended up in the guest room and when my eyes fell on the nightstand, I held my breath. Olivia's panties were still there. I had even put the second pair that she gave me at the club at the same place, to make sure that Heidi wouldn't find them. I couldn't resist much longer and walked up to it, opening the drawer and taking both pairs in my hands. I stared at them for a while before sitting in bed and leaning my back on the headboard with a sigh. I closed my eyes and thought about what had happened when we were supposed to celebrate Harry's birthday, my fingers gripping her panties harder. Of course, we had had an intense discussion on the next morning but the sex, even if not really what I had hoped for, was exactly what I expected. I had missed her and the way she felt and I couldn't hide that I also missed how hard she could make me cum. I wished I could have lasted longer, but I couldn't wait to feel myself inside her again and I groaned low when I felt myself getting hard.

I could still hear her moan and pant but the most exciting was when she told me she was mine, and when she whimpered my name loud enough for the whole house to hear. I had no idea if they heard anything but the fact that she willingly did that to make me horny was perfect and the way she whispered again that she belonged to me as I came made my orgasm even stronger. It was true, perhaps I as a bit jealous of the fact that she had sex with Louis but just like Heidi and Louis both liked to remind me, I hadn't been quite wise myself after I broke her heart.

The more I thought about that night, the harder I was getting and when I brought my hand to my pants, I grunted, feeling myself twitch from my own touch. Moving my ass up, I pushed my short down and grabbed my cock with one hand before taking my phone and snapping a quick picture. The outline of my dick was very clear through my boxers and I decided not to think and just sent it with a short message.

'I can't wait to be inside you again.'

I waited for an answer as my heart was thumping inside my chest and my eyes were glued to the screen of my phone. It took only a few minutes but it felt like an hour.

'Show me' was all she sent and my eyebrows raised as I chuckled.

'You show me'

It took again a few minutes but when I clicked on the picture she sent, my eyes roamed around it. It was just her chest stuck into a shirt but I could see the shape of her hard nipple, along with the barbell on each side. Her hand was grabbing the other one and I let out a curse word when I notice I could see her lips at the top of the picture and the fact that she was biting her bottom one made me even hornier. I loved how her whole tit fitted in her hand and I noticed her other hard nipple poking between her fingers.

'You're such a tease. Please petal, show me'

'I'm a tease? You barely showed me anything. 😝'

I chuckled again at her message but I still hesitated. It's not that I didn't trust her, in fact, I trusted her more than anyone in the world, but sending that kind of picture could be very dangerous. Still, I took my cock out of my boxers and squeezed it with my left hand before taking a picture. I was so horny that I was not really thinking with my head anymore but I still took the time to double check, making sure I was sending it to the right person. I felt my heart skip a beat when I saw it was sent and waited for her answer. I could feel my cock throb against my palm but when I saw her picture, it literally twitched. She had moved her shirt up and was holding the bottom of it in her mouth. One of her hands was still holding her left tit but I could still see her hard nipple between two of them while the other was just free and exposed to my avid eyes.

'Since you said you missed them, here's a picture you can keep. 😏'

Without thinking, I started jerking myself off while staring at her picture. I couldn't stop thinking about her and how bad I wanted her but after a while, I messaged her again.

'Nothing I want more than to cum all over your tits and make you mine.'

It took her only a few seconds to answer this time.

'You need to know i'm rubbing my pussy right now, looking at your cock'

The thought was so hot I let out a curse word and had to stop stroking my cock. I was already close but I wanted this whole conversation to last a little longer. I had sent and received a few dirty messages before but I've always preferred physical contact to long distance sex, obviously. I could just ask her to come over, or rush out and drive to her, but this was clearly a first time I enjoyed and I tried to push my luck a little.

'Show me your pretty little cunt'

I didn't know if she would really do it but it was worth a try and when I received the picture, I quickly let go of my cock and glanced it it, noticing it twitching again.

"Oh my fucking god."

I closed my eyes but all i could see behind my eyelids was the pictures she sent me and the way she came when I fingered her. I waited a few seconds to make sure I was not too close from an orgasm again and opened my eyes, quickly typing an answer to her.

'You make me want to cum so fucking bad.'

I blinked a few times after sending it, realizing that I made a few typos, and took my cock in my hand again, stroking myself as slowly as I could. It was insane to realize that she could turn me on almost just as much with words and pictures than when she was physically with me.

'Please cum for me and then show me.'

My lips parted and i just scrolled up the conversation to look at the pictures she sent me as my hand moved up and down on my cock, rubbing against the tip and going back down until my balls. I couldn't stop thinking about cumming all over her and it only took me a minute or two to actually feel an orgasm hit me. I closed my eyes tight and brought my dick closer to me to cum on my stomach, letting out a few grunts and curse words, my face twisting with pleasure. When I came down from my high, I sighed and loosened the grip on my phone to take a picture that I sent to her. I knew it was the kind of things she enjoyed and after sending her, I quickly found tissues to clean myself. I pulled my shorts and boxers up and got up to go to the bathroom just as I got an other message.

'You made me cum so hard I shook and moaned your name.'

She had sent one last picture and when I saw it, my lips parted again.

"Fuck."

It was simply a picture of her mouth as she was sucking her fingers and I leaned against the bathroom counter for balance as a throbbing sensation hit my whole body.

'I wish I could have seen that, petal. Please come over tomorrow night.'

I couldn't pretend I didn't expect her to deny the invitation but I hoped that her post-orgasm feeling would be in my favor. I knew her well enough to realize that if she said no, it was because she felt guilty about her boyfriend but I was also pretty sure that she wanted to spend time with me. Perhaps it was in the way she touched me on the night we fucked, or maybe it was the way she looked at me before we kissed... I was not really sure. All I knew was that I could feel it deep inside me. I knew that what I felt, she felt too, and although she was not ready to trust me again, it was a challenge for her to stay away from me and stop herself from physically being with me.

'What time?'

My heart jumped in my chest and my lips curled into a bigger smile than I thought. It was only the anticipation of being close to her again but I felt my whole body on fire.

'7pm'

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I checked the list I had made but I was pretty sure I was forgetting something. I had spent the day running errands and preparing food and when I finally decided to get dressed, I only had ten minutes left. I panicked before remembering that Olivia was always late. Sometimes, it was only a few minutes, some other times, it was half an hour, and although it was a flaw I completely hated, since I was the total opposite, I was sort of glad she was like that if only to give me time to put something else on other than this old pair of sweatpants and t-shirt.

I was working on my hair when the doorbell rang and I let out a curse word, moving my hair up a bit more with my fingers and sending myself one last look in the mirror. I rushed to the door and when I opened it, my lips curled again.

"Sorry, I'm a few minutes late." she started as I moved back to let her in. "I had to rearrange my make up last minute."

"At least you didn't fall asleep." I joked as I smiled more, making her lose her smile.

"Okay that happened once."

"More like a million times." I chuckled, making her grimace. "Oh remember that time you fell asleep and we had that stupid test and I literally wrote your name on my copy?"

This time, her lips curled in a fond smile and she tilted her head on the side. I loved the way she was looking at me. That was exactly how I wanted to make her feel at all times, or almost.

"I remember." she let out in a low tone. "I was surprised because we were both in trouble and your mom had threatened you not to let you go to the football game if you failed."

"Heard it was a great match." I laughed as she put her purse on the couch, following me to the kitchen. "Your parents though, they had said they wouldn't let you out for a month or something. I didn't want to spend a month without you."

"I wish we had dated back then." she let out as she seemed lost in her thoughts but as soon as the words came out of her mouth, she tensed and glanced in my eyes before looking away and letting out an embarrassed chuckle. "Sorry that was... out of line." she added, shaking her head.

I took a step closer, putting my glass away, and cupped her face, tilting her head up to look in her eyes. There were so many things I wanted to tell her but I wasn't sure they would come out of my mouth properly and I ended up just licking my lips and kept it simple.

"That wasn't out of line, it was legit." I explained, breathing in. "Sometimes, I wish we had dated back then too... but at the same time, who knows how things would have turned out if we had? Maybe we wouldn't even be friends anymore."

She nodded with a sad expression and pressed her lips together. I stared at her for a few more seconds before bending down and capturing her lips with mine. I closed my eyes, just enjoying the way she tasted and when I pulled away, I let my hands run on her shoulders and arms.

"Uhm, " I started, clearing my throat. "Chicken is good for you?"

For some reason, I was nervous. I has a few things I wanted to clear with her and I had no idea how it would go but I still hoped she would stay the night. She nodded and we sat at the table but I just laughed when she took a seat next to me instead of in front of me. She brought her utensils and plate to her new spot and I shook my head slightly with a chuckle before she turned to me again.

"What's the point in being so far apart?" she asked, reaching for my hand on the table, running her fingertips on the back of it. "I missed you."

I stared at our hands for a few moments before turning my palm up and grabbing her fingers. Her lips curled slightly more and she looked up in my eyes before frowning.

"Are you okay?"

I licked my lips and squeezed her fingers in mine before moving my upper body closer, my eyes not looking straight into hers.

"Please don't be mad, but there's something I have to tell you." I let out as her lips parted and her eyes got bigger. I knew it was stressing her and I decided to just spill it out, hoping it wouldn't ruin the evening. "I broke up with Heidi."

"Oh."

"I didn't love her anymore, I couldn't just stay with her for form. I know you didn't want me to do it and it was probably because you didn't know what you wanted and you didn't want to be responsible for this break up but... you're not. I mean okay, i broke up with her also because I love you, but you're not to blame for this break-up, it's on me, and I wanted it. I wanted out of this relationship."

Her eyes roamed on my face as she listened to my speech and finally, she nodded slightly.

"Okay, Niall."

I sighed in relief and chuckled nervously as she tilted her head and raised her eyebrows.

"You were scared of my reaction?"

I felt my cheeks turn red and brought my hand to the back of my head, scratching it as I chuckled and cleared my throat.

"Yea, a bit."

She tried to hide her smile by biting her bottom lip but all it did was make me glance at her mouth. I thought about the picture of her breasts in a hidden folder of my phone, where she held her shirt up between her teeth and my whole body throbbed.

"So, you're single?" she finally asked, grabbing her fork and playing with her food.

"I am." I admitted as she nodded. "But... you're not."

She stopped moving completely and finally put her fork down before sighing. She didn't seem mad, she seemed tired or exhausted... and a bit sad, too. It made me want to take her in my arms and hold her close to me until she'd feel better.

"No, I'm not." she sighed again. "Look, Niall, I'm gonna be very honest with you... Dylan knows we had sex or I mean, I tried to tell him when we kissed but he assumed we fucked. He said... to go through what I have to go through with you and then meet him at the altar."

I let out an other nervous chuckle and frowned. "That's a... joke, right?"

The way she looked at me confirmed that it was not and I scoffed, leaning my back on my chair and crossing my arms on my chest as I shook my head.  Was that serious? Did my ex girlfriend let me fuck her and sent me nudes to 'live what she had to live' with me and that was it? It was so infuriating I laughed again but without amusement as I tried to keep my anger inside.

"Jesus christ." I cursed and looked back at her. "So basically, you're having a little fun with me and then you're just leaving and getting married to an other man?"

"Niall, please-"

"No!" I cut her, getting up to pace the room as I passed my hand in my hair, pulling on it from time to time. "I'm not a fucking toy, Olivia, you need to stop playing with me! Fuck off!"

She got up too and walked to me. I expected her to scream or tell me to calm down but instead, she got on her tiptoes and kissed me. I relaxed as her lips moved gently against mine but I didn't dare touching her and she didn't touch me either. We were just kissing deeply and slowly but also greedily. The desire I felt in the way she kissed me made mine even stronger and when she whimpered in my mouth, I felt something stir in my stomach.

"I didn't decide anything, Niall." she confessed in a murmur, her lips brushing against mine. "I don't know if i'm gonna marry Dylan. It's the first time I admit that out loud."

I let my eyes roam on her. She was so close it was the only thing I could see : her sad eyes staring right back at me. I could smell her perfume and feel her warm breath on my lips and nothing could make my heart stop beating extra hard in my chest.

I just crashed my mouth against hers again and pulled her body closer to mine. I wanted to skip dinner and bring her to my room even if it was not the plan and when I felt her hands grip the front of my shirt, I groaned.

"I made all this food." I whispered with a chuckle.

"I know, we can eat it later."

[southernbell91]

Some Secrets are Better left Dead Chapter 2

I groaned as I rolled over, reaching for my phone, the Golden Girls theme song playing for the 3rd time this morning, Wade was anything if not persistent. “What!?” I croaked into the phone, my dry throat painfully obvious.

“Is that any way to talk to someone who has an order of Donuts and Coffee on it’s way to your front door as we speak?” My Best friend Wade asked feigning annoyance. “Now get your ass out of bed before the grub hub guy eats your Birthday breakfast.”

“Birthday?” I mumbled, glancing at my phone checking the date, sure enough March 9th. “Oh shit” I whispered seeing the excess amount of notifications on my phone. “Seriously, it’s the same day every fucking year, after 24 of them you would think you would have this figured out. Remind me, how are you the smart one again?” he asked sarcastically.

“Shut up” I grumbled, climbing out of bed after hearing a light knock at the door.”and Thanks for Breakfast Wade,I gotta run I’ll talk to you later”

“Anytime Ace, at least one of us remembered. Oh and Happy Birthday”. After taking the food, and thanking the driver I plopped down on the couch to catch up on the morning news.

I was mindlessly scrolling through my social media, listening to the News when the newscaster caught my attention.

“Tony Stark steps down as head of Stark Industries, former assistant Pepper Potts named CEO” She says.

  Now, why in the hell would Billionaire Tony Stark pass running his company over to a glorified secretary? I rewound the clip while chugging my coffee watching for any hints of anything strange, well stranger than the segment itself. The Video showed Tony at some Gala, cheesing it up for the camera as usual, a fiery redhead on his arm. Stark was a notorious playboy, aside from his assistant he seemed to have a different woman on his arm for every event he attended. The clip also showed Starks massive tower in the heart of New York City, it was his newest project and had only gotten completed a few years ago when he moved his company here from California, after having changed his focus from Military grade weapons to energy, there were rumors already that stark was working on a new facility somewhere but no one had managed to lock down a location, yet. After watching the clip 3 more times I decided I had my new project, I was going to get to the bottom of Starks strange behavior. What could it be Illness? Midlife Crisis? Maybe even blackmail? Whatever it is im going to get to the bottom of it.

 I jumped from the couch and started working on getting ready to head to the office, putting my shoulder length chestnut brown hair into a high ponytail tossed on a vintage Tee and some jeans and slid on my blue converse, my signature work look, then I was out the door. 

       25 minutes later I strolled into my office at the Midtown Journal, a woman on a Mission. I knew I wouldn’t have long to prep for our weekly assignment meeting,  so I sat down and started digging. I started with known associates, business and other. Pepper his assistant was an obvious one, along with his Driver slash Security Happy Hogan but other than the basics there wasn’t a whole lot there, at least not on the surface. I looked into Tony’s former business partner Obadiah Staine but came up empty, his departure from the company had been very sudden 3 years ago, right around the time of the switch from Weapons to Energy and he hadn’t really been heard from publicly since, definitely something to look into. A few more quick social searches showed that Stark had suddenly been seen hanging out with notorious Scientist Dr.Bruce Banner, that was strange. Banner had vanished off the face of the planet a few years ago after an experiment gone wrong and had only resurfaced in the last 6 months or so.   I started scrolling through a collection of pictures of Tony from the last year and was surprised to see that redhead again at least a dozen times, who was she and why was she important enough to be seen with Tony “I don’t wear the same thing twice” Stark? Definitely something to look into. Glancing at the clock I quickly saved everything I could into a file aptly named “Mr Money Bags” and jotted down some notes to mention to my editor and headed towards the conference room for our weekly Meeting. Being one of the only investigative Journalists on the team had its perks, it afforded me more time to dig into my article, I wasn’t a slave to a deadline like everyone else working on weekly prints, but that didn’t mean I didn’t have to still sit through these boring meetings while everyone presented their assignments for the week.     An hour into the meeting, 35 minutes of which was spent listening to the Sports columnist and entertainment editor argue over who should cover some game that involved the husband of some Pop singer or something, it was finally my turn to present. I straightened up in my seat practically twitching with nerves over this prospective article. Uncovering the truth about Tony Stark could not only put our Little newspaper on the map, but throw myself and our staff to the next level, but I wasn’t blind to the fact that Tony was also one of the wealthiest men in the world and that fact alone made him dangerous.     Dean, along with his brother Sam, was the Editor in Chief of the paper and the one who gave me my big break, Sam was more like friendly competition given he was the other Investigative journalist on staff. I glanced from Dean to Sam and back to Dean before speaking.     “It was announced on the news this morning that Tony Stark is stepping down as CEO of Stark Enterprises, now before you go giving me that look hear me out.” I Said, noticing Deans expression shifted, as if he was prepared to argue. The Financial editor glared at me, probably mad I scooped his story. “Stark is stepping down and handing over his fortune 500 company to his assistant Pepper Potts. That strike anyone else here as strange?” I asked glancing around the room. A few heads nodded others looked confused themselves, Deans expression was unreadable as he let me continue. “Something is going on there, of all the people to pass it to why her and why now? I wanna do some digging and see if I can’t find the bigger story behind this sudden change. I want to unearth everything I can about Tony Stark and blow this story out of the water.”  I finished, watching Dean for any type of reaction. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sam move slightly before he finally spoke. “You realize this could be nothing right? Also, digging into a man as powerful as Stark could be dangerous, why don’t you let”   “No!” I cut him off quickly, “I can handle it Sam, i'm not passing this story off to you, besides don’t you have some Slumlord to shake down or something?” I added rolling my eyes, irritated he would suggest I just hand off an assignment like this.

“Look im just saying Layla, you already have a laundry list of Enemies and I would hate for” “And Im sure starks list is bigger Sam” I cut him off again, glaring daggers at the shaggy haired brunette.

“Alright alright” Dean cut in, finally speaking. “You get 14 Days, come up with something Substantial in 2 weeks or I pass this story off to Sam. And It should go without saying but let me remind you to be careful”

I nodded, happy I won this confrontation, another 25 minutes later assignments had been passed out and we left the meeting everyone going our separate ways, I rushed straight to my office ready to jump into this.   Moments after I sat behind my desk I heard a light tap, looking up dean was standing in my doorway arms crossed leaning against the frame.   “ I know you’re determined to turn this into a story, I just wanted to remind you to stay safe. Sometimes the story isn’t worth risking everything.” “As Henry Anatole Grunwald Said “Journalism can never be silent: That is its greatest virtue and its greatest fault. It must speak, and speak immediately, while the echoes of wonder, the claims of triumph and the signs of horror are still in the air.” You may think im crazy Dean, but I feel it there’s a story here and Im gonna prove it.” He must have seen the determination on my face because after a heavy sigh he conceded “Ok, let me know if you need anything. I’ll do whatever I can to help you find the story. And if you need backup don’t hesitate to take Sam, I know he annoys you but he’s nearly as good a journalist as you, just don’t tell him I said that.” He added. I chuckled at his confession and nodded, “Thanks, I’ll let you know if something comes up.” He gave my a quick nod and tapped the door frame a few times before backing out the room, I fired my computer back up and sighed.   I’ve got work to do. 

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Hello / Wonderwall

good fucking night I haven’t posted in like a bajillion years I’m so sorry jdklfldkfjs “anyways here’s wonderwall” (lol anyone remember that meme) anyways this is inspired by two things 

1) this request:  i just listened to adele and my heart is shattered and my angsty soul loves it so could i ask you to write ellie x reader where they're not dating but reader has a crush on ellie and she finds out but neither of them want to be in a relationship because 'feeling things sucks and i dont wanna' something like that because they're both really closed off tough people. and they love eachother and dont want to and its complicated and ugh ANGSTY. im really sorry i hope you're having a great day!!😀💞💞 [btw sorry if i didn’t fill this properly i did my best but my writers’ block is literally THE WORST and has been for a really long time(duh)]

2) This really cool mashup of Adele’s “Hello” and everyone’s favorite Oasis song, “Wonderwall.” It fucking slaps and TOTALLY suits this imagine. If there’s any way you could listen to it and read this at the same time, I recommend it. It’s what I listening to when I was writing it (that and Adele’s “Chasing Pavements.”)

Anyways, enjoy! Who knows when the next one’ll be out, amiright?

Ellie didn’t like love. Even platonic or familial love was shrugged off. It just… Wasn’t her thing. It was too dangerous for mutants, the world. Forget emotions.

You’re new here, at the school. Wade’s forced you to quit your previous line of work, saying that “you’re too damn young to be killin’ people for a living!” You’d rolled your eyes, but agreed that a break would be nice. So, now, you’re being shown around by a charmingly bitchy girl that’s around your age, maybe a smidge older.

“This is the art room, and, um, that about covers it. So, uh, just go away now.”

“Are you not going to show me where my room is?” You ask, letting your eyebrows arch skeptically.

“And how would I know where your room is?” She inquires in response. Where she was the rude kind of standoffish, you were the polite, distant type.

“It’s the same as yours, Negasonic,” you carefully inform her, gauging her reaction.

“It’s- It’s what?”

“Did no one tell you?” you wonder. “That’s weird.”

“Very. Whatever, come on. At least you’re not extra annoying,” she sighs, and you follow her down to the dorms, your suitcase rolling behind you.

“Thanks,” you chuckle a little, and she twitches, her eyes flickering to yours for a moment. The ghost of a smile phases across her lips, disappearing just as subtly as it appeared.

“Alright, now…” She looks at her phone. “Yeah, now, it’s time for training. Depending on your mentor, you’ll have different times. Who’s your mentor?”

“Oh, uh, Emma Frost?” You tell her looking at your schedule.

“You’ll be with me, then. Training with me. Piotr and Ms. Frost’s students train together, I guess because they both have weird skin. Emma’s is temporary, but still. Let’s move.”

“Okay,” you respond, walking with her to the gym.

“If you need any sort of protective gear, it’ll be in the closet by the entrance.”

“I think I’ll be alright,” you say, taking what she said more as a challenge than a helpful tip. She scoffs, rolling her eyes.

But when you catch a glimpse of the light smirk she’s wearing, electricity sparks through you. (Not literally, don’t worry. Your mutation is different and not embarrassing in that way.)

Two weeks later, you and Ellie are fast friends...And maybe more.

“Gaga okay?” she asks.

“Duh!” you respond, scrolling through your twitter feed. “So, whose stans are we trolling tonight?”

“What’s your mutation, anyway? You never did say.”

“Ah, it’s lame,” you brush her off.

“Wade doesn’t think it’s lame… But that’s not really saying much, is it? Damn, sorry,” Ellie chuckles. She smiles more around you than anyone else, but you’re not sure why. Not yet.

“I just… People tend to think less of me when they hear. It’s a bit destructive.”

“You did not just say that to me,” Ellie delivers a surprisingly good rebuttal.

“Well, uh… Basically, by coming into direct contact with it through touch, I can temporarily gain access to their abilities and sometimes even their knowledge. If I consume it, it lasts longer or can even be permanent. Kinda perfect for a kill-for-hire. Not so much for a normal high school girl, though,” you admit shyly. Ellie’s dead silent.

You look to your crush, nervously, and she looks awe-struck.

“That’s so fucking cool. I wish I could become stronger by giving someone a bloody nose. I’d do it all the time. No wonder you killed people for a living.”

“If only everyone saw it that way,” you tell her with a relieved smile. “I can’t believe the stoic Ellie Phimister just called me cool.” Don’t blush, Y/N, don’t blush, you beg yourself.

“Don’t let it get to your head. I once called Wilson cool.”

“He’s not so bad. He’s the reason I’m here.”

“He is?” Remind me to thank him, she thinks. “Hey, listen. I know we didn’t get off to the best start, and uh… I just wanted to say that… I think you’re really awesome.”

“Well, thank-”

“No, that’s not what I wanted to say. What I wanted to say is that, uh… I’m not really much of a romantic or anything, but I really like you. And I normally wouldn’t ever tell a girl that I liked I like her, because then she would stop talking to me and also hate me forever, I think. But you seem…  Different.”

Oh shit. You’re glad your crush likes you back, but...I know what I have to do. I just fucking hate it. “Listen, I’m sorry for giving you the wrong impression, but I don’t like you that way. At all. You’re just my roommate that I really like as a friend. We probably wouldn’t even be friends if we weren’t roommates.”

“But we are roommates.”

“Then I should probably change rooms.”

“Wow. I never thought I’d be the asshole who turns into a, well, a fucking asshole when I get rejected, but I guess I am that kind of asshole. Maybe it’s because I know you’re full of shit. Fuck you, Y/N.”

You sigh, and she turns the music off as you leave the room, making your way to the offices. It’s the early evening, so it’s likely either Jean Grey or Professor Xavier is still in their office.

An hour later, you return. Your efforts were fruitless.

*Guess it’s likely time to make with the apologies, see if she’ll at least treat me with civility after the stunt I pulled.*

“I tried to get a room change. It looks like there isn’t anywhere else for me to go.”

“Then just get out of the school, you murderous scum,” Ellie fires.

*Guess not.*

“Oh shit,” you say, trying not to let the hurt show. She knew how insecure you were, how you just knew that’s what everyone here really thought about you. You’d told her that. Foolishly opened up to her, knowing it’d end like this, or worse.

But in the end, you knew you deserved it for pushing her away. Shattering her blackened heart.

“You’re right. I’ll start packing my things now.”

*Wait,* Ellie thought, but her pride had its hand over her mouth. Don’t go. Don’t be like everyone else.

But, faster than she thought possible, you’re out the door. Guess you hadn’t taken root in this place as deeply as she’d fooled herself.

There’s a knock on the door about ten minutes later.

“Go away!” Ellie yells, throwing a random textbook at the door.

“Why did Y/N leave?” Wade asks through said door.

“Because she’s a stupid fucking liar! Go away!”

“Oh yeah? Well, that stupid fucking liar is gonna get us both in trouble if she we don’t retrieve her, so get the hell up, Negasonic Punkass Mean Teen Queen!”

Ellie begrudgingly gets off her ass and opens the door, hoping that Wade doesn’t notice the eyeliner that’s lightly stained her cheeks, or, at least, that he doesn’t point it out. He seems to have enough courtesy to do at least the latter.

“Tracked her phone to here,” He says, looking at his own phone and walking towards a door. Ellie follows, but stands off to the side when he opens the door.

“Go away.”

“That’s funny, that’s exactly what your little girlfriend said when I knocked on her door.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” you disagree.

“Then why are you running away? You only run away when you like someone, you’re always willing to stick around for a fight. It used to be a good quality, when you were doing a job no kid should be doing. I really should’ve pulled you outta that life sooner, but I knew you wouldn’t’ve listened to me,” Wade admits, unintentionally explaining a *lot* about you.

“She’s not like you, Wade. She can die. I’m not risking that for some cheesy teen romance that’ll probably last around two dates and then fizzle off into us being acquaintances,” you argue, peeking out the window to notice you ex-friend, ex-something, at least, outside. Shit. But you know the truth:

“If you really felt that way, kid, you wouldn’t bother running away.” He continues in a grave, lowered tone: “You wouldn’t have bothered hurting her. If you were anyone else, I’d’ve kicked your stupid ass. You’re lucky.”

“I wouldn’t consider myself lucky.”

“Ellie fucking Phimister told you that she liked you. Like, as a person. You’re luckier than anyone else I’ve ever met.”

You roll your eyes. “Just go away. And take Ellie fucking Phimister with you.”

“Can’t say I didn’t try, kid.”

“I wouldn’t bother telling anyone about this. Go,” you say, slamming the door in his face and sliding down it to the ground, hiding your face in your hands. Your life was so unbelievably fucked.

You let yourself cry, thinking no one’s there to listen. And then there’s a knock on the window. You look to find Ellie there.

“Let me in, asshole,” she says, her voice muffled by the glass. You open the door, too tired to say no. You were so tired, you realized. Tired of running. Tired of fighting. Tired of being so fucking alone.

“You fucking idiot,” she says, pulling you in for a hug, her head buried in your chest. “You fucking idiot.” She pulls away, telling you: “You keep forgetting that I’m just as tough as you are. What am I gonna have to, arm wrestle you?”

You laugh harder than you should, the laughter dissolving into tears.

“I’m so sorry,” you tell her.”I just- I’m not used to people being safe around me. I’m so used to being the most dangerous person in the room, I- I’m sorry for forgetting that you’re- You’re a fucking force of nature, E. I’ll do anything for you to forgive me for being such a fucking scumbag.”

“Just shut up with the apologies, okay? You- Make it up to me by paying for our first date, yeah?”

“I really don’t think it’s a good idea-”

“Well, I do. And, listen: I’m sorry, too. I should’ve realized that just throwing my feelings on you wasn’t the best course of action. I’m not the only person in the world with people issues, and I seem to forget that sometimes. So, let’s have people issues together, okay?”

“I-”

She fixes you with an impatient stare.

“Okay,” you sigh, smiling. “I paid for a night here, do you just want to stay?”

“Yeah. I’d like that, actually. I…”She hesitates, searching your expression for something. “I call big spoon.”

[theolddarkmachine]

12 Days of ODM: Day 1

Dedicated to: @bianww (Also special thank you for the art at the end! I freaking love it :D Everyone check it out!)

Prompt: Jellal is Levy’s overprotective big brother and she just brought her boyfriend home.

AO3

This had to be Hell.

Jellal was certain that was where he had managed to find himself. He must have died of an aneurysm and been sent straight to its lowest level. That was the only answer as to why Gajeel Redfox was sitting beside his little sister at their dining room table.

Holding. Her. Hand.

Thank you so much for such a fun prompt! I, uh, hope you don’t mind that I took some creative liberties with it. I’m not sure why my brain said “Make Jellal a former hitman and Gajeel his rival” when you gave me this prompt but that’s what happened. im so sorry if this is incredibly out of character I hope you like it! Merry Christmas :D

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The breeze was biting as it howled around Jellal, tearing the black hood from his azure hair and whipping it across his eyes, effectively blinding the scope he was peering through.

Winter jobs. He hated winter jobs.

With an angry huff, he pulled the hood back up over his head and tugged the scarf around his neck up over his nose before he returned his eye to the piece atop his rifle. Once this was over, he was going to march up to Makarov and tell him he was no longer taking any jobs between October and February unless they happened well south of the Mason-Dixon Line. He’d find a way to stretch his earnings to last, lord knows he made more than enough to hibernate.

After all, it wasn’t like there was ever a shortage of bad guys that needed to be killed.

Sighing loudly, Jellal watched the door of the bar tucked between two unassuming bodegas deep in the heart of the city. Eventually his target— mob leader code named Zero— would walk through those doors and receive one bullet to the temple. It would be as swift as possible to ensure Jellal could finally get out of this damn cold.

“Come on,” he snarled to himself, his words carried on the fog of his breath and briefly misting over the scope’s lense. There were very few things that could have made this job any worse.

Rain, snow, a bust, or—

“Ya look like ya could use a break, how about you get outta here and let me finish the job?”

Him.

The universe seemed to have jokes tonight, and if Jellal was a more pious man, he might need to have a stern talking with whoever was in charge. That was the only explanation as to why Gajeel Redfox was on the same rooftop as him in the middle of the night as he was about to take out the second highest ranking mob boss in the city.

“What are you doing here, Fox?” He hissed, not even bothering to look away from his mark. With his luck, Zero would walk out the exact moment he turned to shoot the second hitman a patented glare.

“Well don’t sound so excited to see me, Mystogan,” Gajeel said, voice filled with biting sarcasm, his steps coming closer to Jellal as he crossed the roof. Heat radiated off the other man as he stopped just to the right of him, presumably eyeing the exact same spot he was. If he was there, the only explanation would be that he was there to take out Zero before he did. Which only managed to make Jellal angrier.

“It’s funny how you just happen to keep showing up at the same jobs as me. It’s almost like you’re following me,” the blue haired man said through gritted teeth as he fought every urge to pull away from his rifle just long enough to throw his unwelcome company over the side of the building. Gajeel’s unique and ever annoying laugh made him cringe.

“You’ll have to take that one up with Gramps. If we happen to keep getting the same targets, that isn’t on me.” His words were annoyingly over confident, filled with the bravado of youth. Up until Gajeel had joined the team five months earlier, Jellal had been the youngest member at the tender age of 23. Now, just 18 years old, Gajeel had quickly made a name for himself and become one of the most requested hitmen out of the group. Second only to Jellal, which only seemed to stoke the flames of the fiery rivalry they’d managed to cultivate in the short amount of time that they’d known each other. He’d tried to befriend the new assassin, but he knew how to push every single one of his buttons.

It was a deadly combination, especially when Jellal was certain he had frostbite on his ass and a rifle clutched in his hands.

All he had to do was focus on the mark. Zero would walk out those doors, Jellal would take him out, and then he could go home. He could do this. Taking a deep breath, he started to countdown from ten.

“Maybe he doesn’t think you can finish the hits anymore.”

Or maybe tonight would be the night he finally did something about his biggest problem. Tearing away from the eyepiece, Jellal glared upwards at Gajeel one hand leaving the rifle and flying to the dagger sheathed at his hip. As if he wasn’t about to be on the business end of a blade, Gajeel laughed, lifting his hands in quiet submission. Jellal didn’t miss the the Desert Eagle in his right fist.

“Alright, Mystogan, sorry. I take it back,” he said as he waggled his fingers in a half assed attempt to alleviate the tension.

“Don’t take it back, just get out of here,” Jellal growled, fingertips still brushing against the leather handle of his dagger as he considered how easy it would be to still rip it free of its sheath and throw it at Gajeel. His life could be so much easier if he just did.

“Can’t do that, I--”

Gajeel’s words died in his throat as his crimson eyes flashed, catching the light of the street lights as they shot from Jellal to the door he’d been watching. As if in slow motion, he watched the way his rival’s fingers twitched over the gun’s grip before he leveled it at his target. Turning quickly, Jellal pressed his eye back to the scope, only allowing himself a moment to ensure he was looking at Zero.

With a steadying breath his finger pulled the trigger as twin shots rang out through the otherwise silent night.

***

Winter. God, did Jellal hate winter. He pulled his jacket tighter around him as he made his way up the stairs of the house he’d inherited from his parents when they’d died four years earlier, leaving him a 16-year-old sister to take care of, a pile of bills, and no means to continue his line of work. His forced retirement hadn’t necessarily been a bad thing. With what he had saved, and what the Guild had paid him to ensure he was comfortable-- We’re family after all-- he had managed to survive well enough. It at least was enough to bide him and Levy time for him to become a well adjusted member of society again and get a job that didn’t involve killing gangsters in the middle of the night.

All things considered, he didn’t miss it. Though his current accounting job didn’t hold the same adrenaline rush, at least he knew he wouldn’t ever need to worry about not returning home to his sister. Not to mention he didn’t have to worry about sitting on a roof in this weather.

The front porch light was on, and the living room glowed with a golden aura that alerted him to the fact Levy was already home. She had been away at her third year of college, and had been unable to come home before their Christmas Eve dinner. A smile tugged the corner of his mouth upward as he took the steps two at a time and thrust the house key into the lock, making quick work of it so that he could make his way into the home. The smell of ham and a blanket of warmth welcomed him as he pushed the door shut behind him.

“Levy?” He called as he stepped towards the dining room to the left of the entrance. “Hey Le--” The rest of her name lodged itself deep within his throat, nearly choking him as he crossed the threshold of the room. A thick silence fell over the room as if time and space themselves had frozen at the sight that lay before him.

This had to be Hell.

Jellal was certain that was where he had managed to find himself. He must have died of an aneurysm and been sent straight to its lowest level. That was the only answer as to why Gajeel Redfox was sitting beside his little sister at their dining room table.

Holding. Her. Hand.

If a blood clot in his brain hadn’t already taken him out, he was certain it was about to as he felt his blood pressure rising. It suddenly felt unbelievably hot as he tried to get any words out passed the shrapnel that had imbedded itself into his throat.

I invited a friend over for Christmas Eve dinner because he doesn’t have anyone, so be nice.

At the time Jellal had imagined this friend she had mentioned would be one of those two that always tagged behind her like besotted puppies. Drone, Jay, whatever their names were. He could handle those two, having already struck the fear of God into them but casually dropping that he was a trained hitman that knew an obscene amount of ways to make people disappear. They’d assumed it was just the joke of a crazy big brother, unaware that the best way to hide the truth was buried behind the confines of laughter.

Gajeel, however, was an entirely different story. The last time he’d seen the ever present thorn in his side had been shortly after the Zero incident, when the Guild had given him a proper send off. After the same niceties and condolences he’d heard from everyone else, the other hitman had disappeared from his life. Much to his delight.

He should have known he couldn’t have been that lucky.

Jellal’s eyes darted from the couple seated at the table towards the numerous items that sat within reach that he could use to take Gajeel down and get Levy away from him. A vase to the back of the skull; a fork to the eye; and if things got particularly desperate, he could probably work something out with the ceiling fan if he needed to.

“Jellal!” Levy’s voice was bright as it pulled his attention from the dark corners of his mind and back to his sister and her guest. She smiled at the black haired man just to her right, her fingers tightening in his grip before pulling free from his hold as she stood from her seat. As she made her way to him, her smile stretched wide, she missed the way Gajeel’s eyes flickered between the two of them. One of his studded brows shot upwards as he attempted to make the connection between the two. The corners of his mouth turned down as he finally rested his glare on Jellal. He looked displeased.

Good.

“It’s about time you got home!” Levy said as she threw her arms around his waist and pulled him into a hug. He returned the gesture as he glared back at Gajeel over the top of her head. Wars waged for dominance in the space between them as they held each others gazes, both oblivious to Levy’s words as she continued to speak.

“--boyfriend Gajeel!”

Jellal shook his head, breaking the bitter tension zinging between him and the unwelcome man at his dinner table as he turned his attention back to Levy as she pulled away from their hug.

“What?” Eloquent as ever, he admonished himself.

“I know I should have said something earlier, but I didn’t want you to say he couldn’t come. But I wanted you to meet my boyfriend,” Levy’s words were rushed as she gestured to the only other person in the room she could be referring to. “Gajeel.”

The moment stretched in an unending pause as the two hitmen mentally plotted the course of the rest of their night. Jellal saw the moment Gajeel chose his path, cementing his choice with a grunt and curt nod before standing up from his seat and offering a hand over the table for him to shake.

“Nice to meet you, sir.” He didn’t miss the way Gajeel winced as he spoke, and he had to bite back a smile at the obvious discomfort it had caused him.

Now it was up to him to play along.

“Call me Jellal,” he said, pulling away from Levy and crossing the short distance between him and the table, taking Gajeel’s hand and squeezing it tightly in an overly firm handshake. Outwardly, he looked every bit a good older brother meeting his little sister’s boyfriend for the first time. Inwardly, he was trying to figure out what exactly he had done to warrant this kind of karmic retribution.

Aside from the whole hitman thing and the lying to hide it from his family, of course.

“Jellal,” Gajeel said through gritted teeth as he pulled his hand from the tight handshake, testing that he still had full range of motion as he spread his fingers wide before closing it into a fist. His sister made a small, happy sound as she watched them, apparently pleased by the false show of niceties before she started to head towards the kitchen.

“Good. Dinner is pretty much done, so let me just go start grabbing that,” she said over her shoulder as she strode across the room.

“You need any help?” Jellal asked, pleading filling his voice. Either Levy didn’t hear the plea, or she didn’t care as she shook her head and gestured to the both of them.

“Not at all, you two get to know each other.” Her voice was filled with the same sunshine as her smile as she turned to leave. Steel shuddered over the olive green of his eyes as he glared at their guest who returned the look with matching ferocity.

“Be nice, Jellal.”

With the warning hanging in the air, his sister pushed open the door to the kitchen and disappeared inside. Before it had even finished swinging shut, Jellal was reaching across the table and grabbed Gajeel by the collar of his shirt.

“What are you playing at, Fox?” He growled through gritted teeth, other hand clutching a fork that he was ready to use to maim and destroy if the other man made any false moves. Hell, he might do it anyway just for the relief of being done with him. Jellal didn’t miss the way Gajeel’s own hand had closed around a knife.

“I’m not playing at anything, Mystogan,” he spat in response, Jellal’s codename dripping with venom as it fell from his lips. “Now get your hands off me before I have to take them off for you.”

Instead, he pulled him closer as his eyes narrowed. Like Jellal would believe him so easily. Barring some sort of cosmic interference that wished to see him suffer, he couldn’t imagine any other reason as to how Gajeel of all people found himself in his house for Christmas Eve dinner.

“Why are you with my sister?” He asked a bit more forcefully, flipping the fork in his hand and holding it to the other man’s pulse point. Gajeel rolled his eyes at the show of force, flicking the knife and mirroring Jellal’s pose as he pressed the point into his throat. A beat of silence passed between them as they sized each other up, the cool silverware warming against their skin. The soft clinking of Levy in the kitchen was the only thing that disturbed the intensity of the quiet in the room before Gajeel finally sighed and pulled the knife away, hand opened in surrender in an all too familiar gesture.

“Put the fork down, Myst, unless you wanna explain to Lev how blood got all over the dinner table,” he growled low enough to be heard only be Jellal. “Something tells me she doesn’t know what you used to do for a living.”

The threat was barely veiled beneath a tone of nonchalance as Gajeel leveled him with a quizzical look.

Choose wisely.

Exasperation colored Jellal’s moan a careful shade of resignation as he let the collar go and pulled away. With a quick flick of his wrist, he flipped the fork over in his hand and pointed the dulled butt end of it at the smug man opposite of him.

“If you tell her--”

In that moment, Levy came bursting back into the room with a ham perched on a large, silver platter.

“Tell me what?” She asked, golden gaze flicking between Gajeel and Jellal’s tensed forms. The corner of her mouth bent downwards as she read the strained silence. Panic roiled in his stomach as he looked between Levy and Gajeel, mind racing to find a perfectly acceptable ending to that statement that didn’t involve the words “hitman,” “kill,” and “will shove your face into a microwave.”

“That this will be my first real Christmas,” Gajeel said with a shrug, the ruby of his eyes bouncing imperceptibly from Jellal before returning to Levy as he spoke. The implied message was loud and clear.

You owe me.

Maybe Jellal would still consider something with that microwave idea.

“I wasn’t gonna tell ya,” Gajeel continued, standing to take the plate from Levy and setting it down onto the table. “The foster system isn’t exactly a festive topic.”

They both watched as Levy’s mouth turned down ever so slightly at the edges, her golden eyes casting a saddened glance over their guest before her hand ghosted over his shoulder in a reassuring touch.

“I’m so sorry, Gajeel,” she whispered, her attention solely on the hitman as if Jellal wasn’t even there anymore. He watched as Gajeel smiled at her, dropping a kiss over her knuckles before she pulled her hand away.

“It’s alright, Shrimp. I couldn’t think of  a better way to spend the first one than with you,” he replied lowly, voice brusque with emotion. It almost felt intrusive watching them, which only served to annoy Jellal even more. He felt his eye twitch slightly as Levy turned away and disappeared back into the kitchen. Gajeel’s shoulders stiffened as he sat back down, eyes cutting through the blue haired man opposite him, daring him to say something.

Jellal rested an elbow on the table, pointing at his unwelcome guest with a stern look, voice even harsher as he spoke.

“I’m watching you, Fox.”

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The worst part about the night, was that Jellal couldn’t actually find any fault in Gajeel’s affections towards Levy. Much to his dismay, he was actually a completely different person when his sister around. Where he’d been a hardened, smartass killer whose sole purpose most often had seemed to annoy the piss out of Jellal, he was softened by her mere presence. Jellal had watched in almost abject horror as they’d moved together, completely unaware the way each of their movements seemed to influence the other as if caught in each others gravities. Even worse still were the small touches and secret smiles as dinner had progressed, each lingering a little longer as time passed. Somehow Jellal had become the third wheel in his own home.

And somehow, he hadn’t minded at all.

Jellal couldn’t remember the last time Levy had smiled like that, if she ever had at all. It was almost as if she glowed as she spoke to Gajeel, unaware just how brightly her eyes shone while all else fell away. A small voice in the back of Jellal’s mind told him exactly what it was that he had a front row seat to.

Love.

If Levy hadn’t looked so happy, he would have blanched at the thought, taking care to tear her away from Gajeel and the whole damn situation.

But as she snuck a small glance sideways, smiling around a timid bite of food with a flush coloring her cheeks, Jellal couldn’t even bring himself to hate his former coworker.

“That was delicious, Lev,” Gajeel said, rubbing his stomach languidly as he smiled at her, breaking Jellal’s concentration as he watched them carefully.

“It certainly was, sis,” he agreed as he stood, eyes falling squarely on Gajeel. “So delicious that I think you earned the evening off from dishes. Me and Gajeel will take care of this, won’t we?”

His final words came out pointed as he quirked his eyebrow. Agree or die, the look said. Nodding curtly, the dark haired man stood, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of Levy’s hair.

“Are you sure?” She asked, her eyes bouncing back and forth between the two, trying to decipher the look that had passed between them. Worry colored her tone as she made to stand.

“Of course, Levy, I think we can handle some dishes,” Jellal said as he stacked their plates and made his way to the kitchen. He heard her soft mumbling before the door shut behind him, making him laugh quietly to himself.

Placing the dishes gently in the sink, he turned his back to the counter, leaning against it and crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for Gajeel to appear. After a moment, the hitman followed, the platter of ham clutched between his hands as his steely eyes narrowed at him. The door clicked softly behind him, signaling him to stop on the opposite end of the kitchen.

“Is this where you kill me, dispose of my body and tell Levy I ditched?” He said gruffly, glaring at Jellal and widening his stance as if prepared for a fight. In another world, hell even just a couple of hours earlier, he would have happily obliged. It had been years since he’d fought anyone, and though Jellal might be rusty, he was certain her could still kick the younger man’s ass.

At least, that’s what he told himself. Instead, he shook his head.

“I love my little sister, Gajeel,” he said lowly, not moving from where he was leant against the counter. “She’s why I left the Guild, and sorted my life out. Levy deserves the world.”

Gajeel’s mouth fell open as if to protest, causing Jellal to wave his hand to silence him.

“She isn’t a child anymore, and I don’t need to protect her. And for some unimaginable reason, you make her happy.” His eyes flashed over his companion, offering a small peace offering of a smile. He watched as Gajeel did an impression of a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing wordlessly before he settled on a nod.

“That being said, if you break her heart, my S&T Motiv K14 is in the attic.” Jellal flicked his gaze up towards the ceiling as if to reiterate how close Gajeel was to certain doom. “Do not think for a second that just because I have been out of the field for four years I won’t kill you.”

The threat earned him a good natured laugh as Gajeel finally stepped closer, putting the platter in the sink before turning and offering Jellal his hand.

“You won’t need to worry about it, Jellal.” Sincerity rang in his words as the older man shook his hand.

“Good. Now go keep our girl company,” he said.

Watching the door shut behind Gajeel as he took his leave, quick to take up the offer before Jellal could change his mind. Soft laughter floated into the kitchen from the dining room as Levy and Gajeel’s voices melded together. Sighing lowly, he turned towards the sink, pushing his sleeves up and turning on the water.

Maybe I’ll teach Levy how to shoot, though.

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[bluesrrgents]

Hi dear!! So sorry to bother you (again because i've asked you for fic recs before and they WERE amazing so im back aha) but would hav any good jerejean fic recs?? Ive become kinda obsessed with them

hii you’re never a bother!! sorry this took so long i lost my list of jerejean fics that i’ve read r i p zoe! they’re all under the cut and * means i haven’t read it yet, and please make sure to look at the warnings if you have any triggers!! have fun reading:)

thanks again to everyone who offered me some more recs :)

*hair dye by profslupin

Renee convinces Jean to let her dye his hair. The rest is exactly what you’d expect. (2k)

*mirrors by profslupin

The Trojans help Jean learn to look in the mirror and see himself instead of his scars

“Jean had a complicated relationship with his appearance. It wasn’t that he was insecure about his flaws, necessarily, but rather that they reminded him of his time in the Nest. Of his time with him.” (2.6k)

*watermarked by fairietailed

He hops into the kitchen on one foot, catching his mother before she carries the bowl of peas she’s holding into the dining room.

“Jeremy?” Her eyebrows pull together in concern at the look on his face. “What is it?”

“I don’t know,” he says, sticking out his foot. “I think it’s my soul mate?”

–

In which bruises and scars from your soulmate appear on your skin, and Jeremy’s skin is a myriad of colored stains. (4.6k)

*and i wanna come home to you. by redhoods

He’s so absorbed in staring at the way the sleeves are pulled up around his wrists that he doesn’t realize the team has filed out to the locker rooms until Jeremy crouches into his line of sight, “Everything alright?”

No, he thinks desperately, you’re too much.

“Sure,” he says eventually, standing up and walking away.

this is actually two parts, so it’s about 6k total

*the smell of honey by lilaliacs

Martha’s was a cozy little coffee shop that always smelled of honey, lilacs and something that couldn’t be described as anything less than home.And that’s what it was to Jeremy, who had spent his childhood sat on a stool at the tiny bar, coloring in the patterns of the menus, or watching his mother creating the most beautiful cakes and pastries that he had ever seen.

The place was filled with good memories and everyone who came in could sense the atmosphere of peace that seemed to fill the soft light falling in through lacy curtains at any time of day. In fact, multiple patrons had stated that they came in for exactly this, for a break from their everyday stress, to just grab a coffee and absorb whatever magic the smell of Martha’s cakes emitted and it was something Jeremy’s mother was very proud of.It was also something Jeremy was very proud of, and the reason for him to put his all in making the customers’ time there worthwhile.He never thought that one day, doing that would be a challenge.

(AU in which everything is the same only that Jeremy isnt captain of the trojans but works in his mom’s coffeeshop instead) (11k)

*eyes wide open by jaylocked

Jean blinked. Blinked again. Was sure he didn’t recognize the man on his doorstep, with his bright eyes and enormous grin and wavy blonde hair. Waited for him to explain himself with a simple raised eyebrow.

“Hi!” the man finally chirped. The sound was happiness channeled into a single word, and Jean wasn’t sure how he didn’t hate him already.

(based on the prompt from tumblr: “hi sorry I live below you and I hear your dog running around and barking all the time and– no no it’s fine I was just wondering if I could pet it?” au) (13k)

*i’ll come crashing by exyfexyfoxes

Hades/Persephone in the modern world where Jean runs an underground club that herds the souls of the dead. It’s a place where even gods die if they stay too long, regardless of how many pomegranate seeds they eat. Jean wants out. Jeremy wants in. Everybody wants them far away from each other. (19k)

*je reviens by laarusthefirst

‘Moreau is a rain cloud,’ Alvarez muttered, annoyed and bruised, watching Jean stalk ahead to the changing rooms. ‘He’s the human embodiment of a headache. He is the opposite of a Trojan.’‘Fucking good though, isn’t he?’ grinned Connor, jogging past.‘Can’t we all just be nice?’ Jeremy asked. (20k)

*this ink is still drying by ghostqueen

You can’t control who you want and you can’t control who hurts you

Jeremy was staring at Jean’s arms, tracing the bright swirls and splotches of ink that made up his sleeves with his eyes. His sleeves had been months of work and they still weren’t quite complete, he was still figuring out how to finish them. The first tattoo on his arms had been eight months ago, his first tattoo had been long before that. (26k)

*thick skin, an elastic heart by badacts

Jean sleeps around and learns how to make friends rather than alliances. Jeremy falls in love and can’t stop fucking up. (26k)

*ask the messenger by metis_ink

Jeremy Knox and the soulmate.

Guest starring: Exy, a transfer student, generalized anxiety, older sisters, drunk lesbians, bread, cake, a shed, the beach, the absence of Hennessy, Star Wars, Renee Walker, self-taught smooth talking, gratuitous French, No. 1 Trojans fan Kevin Day, relationship drama, general drama, the power of Friendship, questions, answers, team spirit!, and, of course, romance. (32k)

he could taste the stars by subtlehysteria

Jean is still adjusting to being a Trojan, Jeremy tries to help Jean open up to his new team. (47k)

*shield for a heart by neilskey

“It’s your choice, but you’re rotting away in here, Jean and no matter what she says, you can’t live in Abby’s spare bedroom forever. Time to start fighting again.”

Kevin’s hard and commanding tone was no surprise. The softness had been beaten out of him around the same time as Jean.

“What if I don’t want to anymore?”

Maybe it was because he had been half hidden in shadows-Jean had kept the shades drawn, but light still seeped in the cracks- but Jean thought he had seen something akin to understanding paint Kevin’s cool expression.“He’s gone. You survived. Play or don’t, it’s up to you, but you need to get out of this fucking house.”//Jean’s first year at USC. Jeremy falls hard, Jean comes around eventually. (55k)

*a little illumination by lazarusthefirst

Jean’s a lonely firefighter, and Jeremy teaches kindergarten. Everyone learns something about themselves. (56k)

*shooting for the stars, desperately reaching for something in the dark by cryptidkidprem

“He just won’t be back in black.”

A look at Jean’s first year with the Trojans, and his slightly rocky path to recovery. (146k)

WIPs:

*these streets by profslupin

alternate title: Jean and Jeremy’s Guide to an Epic Cross Country Road Trip

After one of Alvarez’s pranks leaves the boys stranded in South Carolina after a game, they decide to take the long route home. (1.6k, chapters 1/?)

*under the sun by knox_moreau

Jean Moreau is an exy player, not a writer. At least that’s what he thinks. His newfound therapist, however, has other ideas. Seeing as Jean refuses to talk to her in his hour-long therapy sessions, Ms. Dawson suggests perhaps writing down whatever he’s keeping inside. Jean can’t possibly see how he’s expected to write when he has nothing to write about. Then comes Jeremy Knox, in all his brightness and magnitude. Maybe, Jean thinks, he has something to write about. (7.2k, ch. 5/?)

*daffodils & gardenias by profslupin (any and all works by meg sponsored by this blog)

Jeremy Knox is the owner of a tattoo parlor when Jean Moreau opens up a flower shop next door. Jeremy gets a crush, but thankfully Laila and Alvarez are there to play matchmaker, with the help of Renee. (14k, ch. 9/?)\

*leaving marks by blackcatiiix

In a world where your soulmate’s injuries appear as bruises on your skin, Jeremy is… struggling. And that’s even before he meets Jean Moreau. (46k, ch. 12/?)

*marrow without bone by exyfexyfoxes

Onscreen Jeremy didn’t hesitate, displaying an eagerness that translated well across television. “Yeah, I spoke to Jean earlier this week. He’s definitely done for the year but he’ll be back in the fall.”Then, impeccably, a twitch at the corner of his mouth. “He just won’t be back in black.“Jean’s eyes narrowed.

(The season hasn’t even started yet and Jeremy already wants to cut their newest player from the team. Making the switch from Raven to Trojan isn’t quite what Jean thought it would be.) (68k, ch. 18/20)

[sicklylittlesnowflake]

Prompt: "I’m really feverish and I haven’t noticed you and this sneeze just won’t come out and I’m pulling the most ridiculous build up you’ve ever seen and shit now I’ve noticed you this is fucking awkward sorry" (I can imagine this with Klance and them being roommates or somthing. Lance coming home a finding Keith in miserable sneezy limbo and Lance just teasing him about it until he decides to help him out.)

(I lowkey love when posts I make come back to me omg!!! Also this is my first time ever writing voltron au!! I’ve always written canon verse!! So forgive me, and I have no time, so here’s a ficlet!Also great timing bc Keith’s vlog has me dead tbh)

Keith had a lot of pride.

He was fairly confident in his abilities, he had worked hard for them, and he was happy with the outcome. There were a few things about himself that he held dearly to his heart and was determined to not let them go, and with good reason. Some things, however, were slightly irrational.

Keith held pride for the fact that without fail he would always miss and avoid the annoying bout of sickness that seemed to plague everyone in school for the first while back. The plague skipped over Keith religiously every year. He’d missed it on his  first day on his last year in middle school, he’d missed it on his freshman year of high school, and he had done so on his first day of college.

He would never admit it, but deep down he knew how ridiculous this was. It was something Keith wasn’t embarrassed to show off, and boasted about constantly whenever it came up in conversation. Shiro and Lance were very close to jamming their ears out every year, without a fail, with how much Keith prided himself in this meticulous thing.

But Karma was a bitch.

He had supposed his constant teasing of Lance since they met their first day of high school finally came back to haunt him. Keith wouldn’t admit it, but he kinda deserved it.

He went through a denial to begin with, telling himself he’d just suddenly developed some allergy, and that was why he had woken up sneezing all over the place. It had left him breathless, monstrous sneezing ripping out of his throat, echoing off the thin walls of his and Lance’s dorm room.

He was a mess. Hair all over the place, sticking up in places where it shouldn’t, horribly reddened and chapped nose and the most bloodshot eyes he’d ever had. Keith was just glad Lance had a morning class that day, and that Keith didn’t have any classes until 4:30 later that day.

Keith coughed harshly, dragging himself out of bed and staggering over to Lance’s part of the room and grabbing the box of tissues he always kept on his bedside table. He resented the fact he needed them, and he was still kind of in denial. He was not sick. Not at all.

Keith blew his nose furiously into the tissue, hating the way the tissue felt soggy and all sorts of disgusting afterwards. He loathed it, and wished the cold virus had fucked off and gone to someone else. The cold virus didn’t look too bad on Lance, but the little shit never looked bad. Keith blushed furiously as he caught himself in his thoughts. He finished his trail of thoughts with the conclusion that it was not a good look on him.

Once he finished, he felt a little lightheaded and woozy. The world spun slightly, and everything in the universe was telling him to sit still and wait for it to steady again, but he was Keith, and everything was a challenge.

Keith forced himself to stand up, but the moment he did he was hit by a tidal wave of nausea that hit him in the gut, and an astounding shot of pain induced tremors throughout his head. The intense pain caused his knees to buckle, and Keith tried to find something to hold onto but the attempt was futile, because  he was tipping over and collapsing onto the floor.

“Oh for fucks sake,” Keith hissed to himself, trying to pick up his heavy and weak bones from the floor but to no avail. Keith coughed, the sound resonating from his chest as a wave of pain rang through his chest as he coughed. His chest ached horribly against the floor as he coughed.

Keith somehow managed to drag his heavy body up, only for an insistent tickling in his nose to make his breath hitch wildly. He snapped forward with a harsh, unrestrained sneeze that sprayed Lance’s bed, the force so strong he toppled over onto the bed.

“..Not sick..” He mumbled to himself, wanting to get off the bed and be productive to prove it to himself, but Lance’s bed was so soft and welcoming. His sheets were pleasantly crisp and cool, perfectly made. His pillow smelt of him, that flowery scent of his shampoo, the clean scent of his hand cream and moisturiser. So perfectly Lance that Keith was melting into it.

Keith hugged the pillow, letting its warmth engulf him into a heaven of softness. The thought of Lance made him go a deeper shade of pink, and thinking about him lifted his heavy head towards a better place filled with singing birds and swaying trees.

Then he was lulled back to sleep.

Keith woke a bit later, not quite knowing when, he’d lost his sense of time, to an annoying tickle in his nose. His chest heaved as his body began to succumb to the sneeze, breath hitching as his nostrils flared irritably. Keith tried to stubbornly scrub vigorously at his nose, still in denial of the state he was in.

But to no avail, his body was winning over him, as much as Keith hated to admit it. He managed to lift himself up with his elbows, gasping for air until he took one shaky inhale and fell into an intense sneezing fit that left him breathless.

Keith let out monstrous sneeze that sprayed across Lance’s bed, a brief, very short moment of clarity and relief coming to him before another round of intense prickling flooded his sinuses. Immediately he launched into yet another harsh and powerful sneeze that doubled him over.

Keith managed to clasp his two hands over his reddened face, feeling his nose tremble as it built up for another round of harsh sneezes. His body was racked by the new wave of sneezes, by the force of it. He kept sneezing, feeling a bit tired and couldn’t hold his hands to his face as they shook too much and went into another uncovered fit.

He felt absolutely miserable, his nose running and eyes red with irritated tears. All he could really concentrate on was the sound of his intense sneezing and the ticklish feeling in his sinuses. Everything else faded. Keith geared up for his next sneeze, but was left hanging in an awfully unsatisfying crescendo that had been building up to this very moment, the peak of the music, but it never came.

And just a little bit ago Keith would have done anything to deny his illness, but now more than anything Keith just wanted it to happen. He just needed to get this sneeze out, and he looked plain ridiculous, looking up with one side of his nose scrunches up and twitching with anticipation, his breath continuing to hitch as itchy tears threatened to fall from his irritated eyes.

“..What the fuck?” Lance gaped.

“N..n..” Keith tries to respond, but he can’t speak, too preoccupied with this tortuous sneezy limbo and the absolute shame flooding him. He doesn’t want to admit the truth, it’s deflating his pride way too much, which is so ridiculous, he knows that, but he can’t help how pathetic he feels for being sick.

“I’m uh..uh..tryi..trying to..sn..sn!!” Keith tried to make out through his hitchy, dazed voice, beginning to fan at his face desperately.

A victorious smirk crept onto Lance’s face. He crossed his arms and flashed him a grin, suddenly straightening in pride and amusement.

“So, you’re sick, huh?” Lance taunted playfully, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous light.

“No !!..im…not!” Keith protested breathily.

“Hmm,” Lance chuckles, “sure thing, Jan.”

“I just..need to..” Keith tried his best to speak, but was still overtaken by the insistent, incoming sneeze that just wouldn’t come out.

“Well well well, Keith fucking Kogane has finally caught the Fresher’s Flu. A bit late, sure, but it’s happened!” Lance exclaimed with gusto, extremely pleased with himself.

Keith could only squint as he tried to get the sneeze out of his system, nostrils flaring in a manner he believed to be horrendous and embarrassing.

“Now you’re in this sneezy limbo, like I have every single year on the first day, and now you have to suffer through it as a punishment for your relentless teasing! Karma truly is a bitch, ain’t she, Kogane?” Lance giggled, slightly bouncing from his excitement.

Lance kept rambling about his amusement, but Keith couldn’t concentrate on him as the intense tickling in his sinuses was way too much anyway. This limbo was too much, and Keith couldn’t bare one more second of it. The sneeze was right there, just at the end of the floodgates, waiting for the key to turn and unlock so it could just release.

Keith grew impatient, and he snapped.

“Lance, I’m sick! J..just shut up and help me sneeze!”

Lance grinned with victory and nodded, “Alright, sick boy!”

Lance approached Keith and tapped him on the nose, “Boop!~”

Keith finally took in a shaky inhale and when the sneeze finally came out of the floodgates, Keith had never felt more satisfied and complete in his life.

“Bless you!” Lance offered as he passed Keith a tissue to blow his nose with.

“Now, will you let me take care of you?” Lance asked gently, the softest smile framing his face.

Keith blushed hard, “W-what?”

“..I mean..you have to be sitting on my bed for a reason, Keith,” Lance stated, a little awkwardly.

Keith turned a deeper shade of red as he was hit by the sudden realisation of what he had just been doing.

“U-uh..I-I can explain–”

Lance could only smile softly, “You..don’t have to say anything. Just..let me take care of you?”

Keith had a lot of pride. It took over him sometimes, and it stopped him from doing many things, and often held him back from experiences. But somehow against all odds Keith was able to put it aside. For Lance.

He nodded shyly, as Lance climbed onto bed with him and wrapped his warm body around Keith’s shivering frame. Lance draped the blanket over the both of them, running his hands through Keith’s hair soothingly. Everything about Keith’s DNA would’ve made this moment awkward, but something felt so right. So in place.

“Are you really here, or am I dreaming..I can’t tell dreams from truth…” Lance sang softly, his lyrical tenor voice so sweet and comforting to his ears, lulling him into a peaceful rest.

Fresher’s Flu wasn’t as bad as Keith had anticipated, with Lance by his side. Lance took care of him well, so well that Keith wondered why he was so against the idea of getting sick when he had Lance to be there for him. It was almost like he had missed out.

And while Lance complained three days later when he woke up sneezing, he did not regret a thing.

[bunny-wk-fanfic]

Story request... Zootopia Kagome taking the place of Judy Hopps as the first rabbit police officer. while still following the movie storyline of the movie of Solvang the case of missing animals with Nick Wilde and falling in love with him!!!

Couldn’t exactly follow the whole movie, so I decided to do a little ‘post’ movie thing. I hope this is more than alright for you!

Kagome sighed as she took off the vest after a long day, shaking her head as her ears sprung up after a long day of wearing her hat. As much as she loved her job, the much-needed gear matting down her fur was a little… annoying, especially on those hotter days.

A heavy knock sounded through the female’s locker room, quickly followed by Nick’s voice. “You almost finished in there? I think I saw the tortoise secretary leave already!”

“Ha-ha. Very funny Nick. Unlike you and almost every other male, I prefer to keep up with my hygiene and not come out smelling like a sweaty jock.” she placed her gear and gave them a quick spray to clean and get rid of the smell of the day’s sweat. She’d wash them properly on the weekend.

Now that she was free of the sometimes containing gear, she was much quicker to change into her ‘civilian’ clothing. So thankful to be wearing something a little more comfortable in the current heatwave, a breezy summer dress.

“Yeah, well, you’re still taking your sweet time for a rabbit.” she heard the grin when he called her a rabbit, causing an ear to twitch in annoyance.

“Hare. I am a hare. I’m not some cute fluffy country rabbit. No offense to my cousins.” she grabbed her tote and strolled out of locker room feeling much more refreshed. “So, we gonna go or you just going to stand around until someone files for harassment because you’re waiting outside the women’s locker room?”

She smirked at his surprised expression before he quickly scanned the area, finally noticing that he was indeed getting strange looks. “Come on then, let’s get out of here. I know the perfect place.”

“Don’t forget, you’re paying this time.” Kagome smirked at Nick, not at all surprised to see him trying to fox his way out of paying, again. “I’ve paid for the last five times, it’s about time you pay. Don’t ya think?”

Clawhauser called out his farewell in that way that only could be described as Clawhauser, one of the only officers that had supported Kagome from the beginning as well as Nick. If it hadn’t been for Kagome’s first case, she would never have been recognized as an actual officer and not just a mascot, and Nick would have never gotten his own chance.

Now that Bellwether was in jail for her crimes, Zootopia was looking at its citizens in a different light. Slinging an arm around Kagome’s shoulders, dragging her towards where he was going to be paying for their night out. A sort of tradition they started after every successful case, or event. Kagome had paid for their meal when he had successfully got accepted into the academy, graduated from the academy and then joined ranks at the ZPD.

There was this perfect lounge not to far away, and Nick had been more than a little curious. With them both having off the next couple of days off due to putting in some major overtime, Nick was going to try a little experiment.

“Wow, nice place. Didn’t know you’d know of a place like… Wait a minute. Have you swindled your way in here before?” Kagome pulled down her sunglasses to look at Nick over them, brows furrowed slightly as she waited to weigh the truth of his answer.

“No. No, not this place, it had been a sort of dream to scam, but they don’t just let anyone in. And it was particular to get in with the police headquarters right down the street.” he smirked as he remembers how much he had wanted in, though never quite ready to take that chance. Now that he was an officer and hero of Zootopia, getting in was not going to be a problem.

“Ah! Mr. Wilde, please follow me, we have your table all ready for you and the Miss.” the young female bobcat smiled at them and directed them to their supposed table.

“Our table? This place is a reservation only sort of place, how long have you been planning this?” Kagome removed her sunglasses completely as she observed everything about the restaurant.

Nick shrugged his shoulders as they followed the hostess. “ A while I guess.” it was his way to apologize for all the trouble he put her through and was more than likely to continue putting her through.

“Ooo, fancy.” Kagome commented as they sat down, taking in the dim lighting, rich woods, and coloring accented with brass and gold. “I’d figure you were more of a bar guy or smoky lounge that played smooth jazz.”

“You know me too well.” he smirked at her as she blew him a playful kiss. “Be still my beating heart.”

“Oh come off it.” she smiled at their waiter, who Nick thought could be described as handsome, for a rabbit. It wasn’t until their waiter left did Kagome comment on what she was reading from the menu. “Uh… this is a little on the pricey side.”

“Don’t worry about it.” he waved her concerns off, just happy that everything was going so well right now. Save for their waiter… he saw how that rabbit had eyed Kagome.

“Alright, since you brought me here and insist on paying, don’t come crying to me when the bill comes around.”

Nick felt a small trickle of worry at the smirk she threw his way. If there was one thing he learned about Kagome, was that she was a kind and caring individual. She wasn’t, however, above dishing out punishment for all the teasing he put her through. He was just hoping his wallet would survive tonight.

Their night was going well, their food was top of the line and even he couldn’t snub the wine. Once they were done and had sat for a bit, Nick dragged her onto this little hole in the wall that was on it’s way to their shared apartment. After having visited her literal one door, one window, one-bed apartment, they had pitched together for a place. All his other friends were more than likely to either dish out for him become a police officer or stealing his stuff.

With Kagome, he didn’t have to worry about either and she was not the judging type.

The hole in the wall was exactly as she had called it, a smoky lounge that played smooth jazz. His kind of place and he was sharing it with Kagome for the first time.

“Now this is what I was talking about!” she smiled up at him as they took a corner table away from the noise.

Then they got to drinking and having a good time. Kagome stuck to the lighter stuff, thankfully away from the girly drinks, but still the lighter stuff. But the more she drank, the loser her tongue got until it was late, or early depending on how one looked at it, and Kagome was leaning heavily against him

Nick was… flabbergasted, he thought he would never actually see her drunk!

“I don’ know whatta do, Nick.” she let out a small hiccup as she watched the rest of the lounge from her spot next to Nick.

“What do you mean?” Nick had to wonder just what was in those drinks, they shouldn’t have hit her that hard or so fast. Or was Kagome simply a light-weight.

“I don’ know how to tell ‘im I like 'im!” her whine had him perking up, simply wondering who it was Kagome could be talking about. She had never mentioned anyone new in her life, hard to when you were roommates.

Furrowing his brows, he wasn’t sure if it was concern or jealousy that had him asking and he wasn’t quite ready to figure that one out. “Who?”

Her head lolled to the side to stare up at him with her big blue eyes. “He’s what me Mama would call a bad boy… Well… Maybe he is! But he has a heart of gold!” she snickered at her words, legs pulling up and curling into the bench. “O’ course… he could 'ave stolen it!”

Nick felt his heart beating wildly at her words, catching on her words to who she could be describing. As she continued, describing how he looked, he felt his heart picking up its pace. She couldn’t mean him… could she.

“But… we’re too diffrence… differate… different.” she finally buried her face into his arm as her shoulders shook a few times. “I sure know how to pick 'em. Cause don’ get me started on my line of exes. It’s short 'n ugly.”

Nick chuckled at her words, she did always have a way with them. He waved one of the servers indicating that he wanted to pay. The old dog nodded his head before making his way to their table, smirking at the obviously drunk Kagome that was currently oblivious to everything save her own woes. “Yer rabbit gonna be a'right?”

“Hare. I’mma hare!” she slugged Nick in the shoulder, huffing that he needed to get that through his thick skull.

Nick soothed the lightly bruised area with a chuckle as he paid their tab, morning how light his wallet now felt. “Yeah, apparently, she can’t hold her liqueur.”

“Can too!” she giggled out as she flopped back on the bench, a small hand waving in the air. She laughed when Nick hauled her to her feet and easily picked her up into his arms and still manage to grab her tote. “Woo-hoo, I can fly!”

Nick shook his head as he bid their farewells to the old bartender with a nod of his head in thanks when he opened the door. The night air was cooler compared to the heat of the day, earning a sigh of relief from Kagome, even as she snuggled into him. “You’re the best, Nick. A great partner and an awesome friend.”

Nick nodded his head, smiling as she cuddled closer to him. Her next words nearly had him tripping and dropping her. “I love ya, ya dumb fox.”

Bringing her closer into his hold, he bent his head to nuzzle the top of her own. “I love you too, clever hare.” he shifted slightly to get into their apartment building. “Though you are going to hate me in the morning.”

“…never…” Kagome buried deeper into his neck, a sleepy smile spreading across her flushing cheeks at his scent was the last thing she took with her as she finally fell asleep.