nick nap


so someone asked us what are favorite aus are so heres some of mine which i sort of sketched here

newsies au, bunnyburrow au, grease au, high school musical au, regency au (if u havent read @weatheredlaw‘s fanfic please do its one of my favs, and zistopia au by @nicolaswildes which is literally the beST


So what if

-Imagine if when Nick was hanging out with the kids, they taught him a bunch of children’s games. So its kinda stuck with him, all the old kids games hes played with them and have kinda shoved into the back of his head. So anytime sole or anyone else mentioned they’re bored he pulls them along and teaches them the lemonade clapping game, hopscotch, and other games sorta lost to the war. Sole would be really happy as they start to remember watching some of the neighborhood kids playing them before the bombs fell, and remember playing some of them thereself.

-Imagine that nicks makes himself a cup of coffee every morning. Old habits. He always gives it to Ellie tho. She likes her coffee without milk too anyway.

-imagine nick being a pretty decent artist, like he sometimes draws some crime related evidence for his own remembrance purposes, but as soon as someone catches on they’re amazed and ask him to doodle stuff all the time when he has a free minute. He really doesn’t mind. He finds it actually kinda fun.

-imagine that nick keeps a journal. Small bits and pieces of paper modepodged into a hastily made bound book. It’s dedicated entirely to documenting and flashbacks he has. He likes to look through it sometimes, but rarely has it out before people head to bed.

-imagine that sort of like McCready, Nick had spent alot of time around children, and had adopted a sort of buffer for his swearing. Its dimmed down alot, not too many kids in diamond city, and in all retrospect he doesn’t swear too often. But you can still catch him whispering Frick Frack Tic Tac when he stubs his toe or something.

-Imagine Nick caring alot about Ellie. All the time. He always listens to her ramblings while she sifts through filling cabinets or what not and whenever she mentioned she’s headed to Vadim’s bar he slips her a few more caps. He always tries to find stuff for her when hes out and about.

-Imagine Nick being an immaculate person. Old habits again. But whenever he doesn’t have papers scattered about his desk mid-case, hes actually quite tidy. He folds his clothes, cleans off his desk, tries to straighten out the moose photo etc.

-imagine nick has a collection. He always has that chiding line “you starting a collection or something?” Right. Well imagine when sole isn’t looking he picks up cigar boxes and slips them into his pack and they stumble upon the cigar box drawer in his desk once. They hold him accountable.

-imagine that nick knows quite a few languages. I caught him talking to the noodle vendor robot in diamond city (forgot theyre name help) and he asked them how they were doing, and naturally he replied in Japanese. Nick respond back casually as if he totally understood what he said. Maybe it was just that he was able to translate things because he’s a robot. But in any rate, I bet he knows Latin and Spanish pretty well.

-Imagine the nick loves loves to read. Whenever he snags some free time he probably grabs any book he can, and just reads forever. Hes so happy when he finds an old mystery book, and he always tries to figure out who done it. Every once and a while while he’s with sole they’ll catch him pulling out his book and reading while walking.

-Imagine that Ellie isn’t very good with mechanics, so before sole came along he had to resort to doing all his internal repairs himself or paying a technician a ridiculous amount of caps to do it for him.

-Imagine Nick being quite self conscious underneath his air of confidence. Only when it comes to touchy matters does it ever expose itself, such as romance. Hes still iffy on anything because of his old memories of Jenny and sometimes he feels really awkward and unconfident when they arise again.

Golden Morning

Word count: 2200

Summary: the morning after Dan and Phil win the Golden Headphones they wake up on Nick Grimshaw’s couch, and find themselves lacking both the restraint and motivation to hide their relationship.

A/N: so idk this happened? I like Dan and Phil, I like Nick, I like sleepy morning boys, I like anything that even vaguely resembles a coming out fic, and I love procrastination. Hope you enjoy the product of these things!

now also on AO3!

Dan’s not sure how long he’s been dozing on Nick’s couch for when his bladder wakes him, but judging by the amount his head is still swimming he doubts it’s been more than an hour. He lets out a soft groan as his position registers, tangled up in Phil, trapped between him and the back of the couch. He lies there for a second, half appreciating Phil’s arm around his waist, his head tucked under Dan’s chin, and half trying to fathom some method of escaping Phil’s octopus limbs without waking him. He’s not sure when they got like this, as he has a vague idea that they’d tried to keep their limbs to themselves when settling in the night before, but he isn’t really surprised.

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The thought of Nick and Harry at the park with Pixie and George, just lazin' around, maybe lying on a blanket, Harry munching on grapes, Nick trying to nap but Harry bouncing grapes off his face until he gives up, the two of them laughing and watching the dogs... it's lovely to think about, isn't it? #gryles2017 #strangerthanfiction #omgilovedthatmovie #somuchtoworkwith #someonewritethisfic

Where are paps when we actually need them

Books for Wolfkin

A Wolf Called Romeo is the true story of the exceptional black wolf who spent seven years interacting with the people and dogs of Juneau, Alaska, living on the edges of their community, engaging in an improbable, awe-inspiring interspecies dance, and bringing the wild into sharp focus.

When Romeo first appeared, author Nick Jans and the other citizens of Juneau were wary, but as Romeo began to tag along with cross-country skiers on their daily jaunts, play fetch alongside local dogs, or simply lie near Nick and nap under the sun on a quiet afternoon, Nick and the rest of Juneau came to accept Romeo, and he them. Part memoir, part moving animal narrative, part foray into the mystique, lore, science, and history of the wolf, A Wolf Called Romeo is a book no animal lover should miss.

The man Arun loves is kin to the wolf; but Arun is kin to darkness itself.

Arun is in training to be a priest of the Fire God when he is abruptly plucked from his peaceful studies, bespelled and staked out as bait to capture a monster—a wolfkin. But the wolfkin isn’t quite what Arun expected. He has a name, Trae, and he’s more man than beast. And from their first touch, they are far more than predator and prey to each other.

Instead of killing Arun, Trae spirits him away to the distant city of Shireen. There, on a family plot of land, they should have a good life together. But the spell that a witch cast on Arun is growing stronger, taking over—and it still wants to destroy the wolfkin.

Torn between the power of the spell and his love for Trae, Arun must face the darkness within him—or it will kill them both.

Six thousand years ago. Evil stalks the land. According to legend, only twelve-year-old Torak and his wolf-cub companion can defeat it. Their journey together takes them through deep forests, across giant glaciers, and into dangers they never imagined. Torak and Wolf are terrified of their mission. But if they do not battle to save their world, who will?

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"The Bunny in the Red" Zootopia Noir

Chapter 1
“Zootopia noir chapter 1”

The rain fell like cheap liquor.
It soaked into the ground, leaving behind a foul taste and releasing the smell of dried blood into the air. The city of Zootopia, the garbage of the earth as he referred to it, always smelled the same during a storm. It smelled like petty crime gone bad, the type of crime that leaves shell-casings and a white chalk outline on the asphalt, soon followed by salty tears and dead rose petals. The weather always seemed to take in all those scents, only to piss it back onto the earth. .
He hated the rainy season.
Not even the smoke of his cigar could push the smell away.
The small beat of his electric fan pulsed through the room, pushing away the thick smoke like a torn lover kicking out its two-timing spouse. He placed the empty shot glass beside his now empty bottle of vodka.
The slim bottle seemed to vex him and mock him for finishing her so soon. After just three shots, he had drank the very lost drop. He inhaled another puff of smoke into his sore lungs. Once he had his fun with alcohol, he could always come back into the warm embrace of Nicotine.
With one final kiss, he placed his fine cigar into his glass ashtray. The warm embers died out against the unfeeling glass. He tilted his white fedora down over his eyes as he leaned back against his chair. His tired eyes were closing, in expectation of another quiet and boring night in the office.

Until ‘She’ walked through his door.

Nick Wilde tilted his fedora up to look at the animal who had interrupted his nap.
Nick was a down-on-his-luck private detective. He never would have thought he would fall upon hard times when he first set up business. With the amount of crime and thefts in the city, he should have had stacks of gold bricks in his safe from animals needing his “special” skills. With no such luck, he suspected the closest Catholic priest was seeing more action than he was.
With no cases or money, he had less than a month to pay the rent for his worn-down office, which also served as his bedroom.
He lifted his head up and leaned back on his rickety chair. His red tail swept the floor clean, depositing the discarded hot dog wrappers under his desk, out of sight from his new customer. Water dripped from the ceiling, the drops plinking against the tin pail he had put out in the middle of the room. The constant slow rhythm seemed to silence the showers that pattered against his glass window.
He blinked at the small bunny standing by the doorway, slowly taking in the sight of her. She had grey fur and legs that would make the goddess Aphrodite jealous. The floor creaked in pain when she took a step into the dull light emitted from the flickering bulb that hung from the ceiling. She wore a rose-colored ruffled skirt and matching coat with gold buttons. No female in the city could afford that type of coat. The gold locket around her slim neck also told him how good she must have it in life.
She wore a black beret over her ears,which showed off her diamond earrings. Everything about her just screamed the good life. She seemed like a real daddy’s girl, the type of dame who wanted envy from those around her. Well, she got it.
Ignoring her short height, she seemed to stand as tall as the skyscrapers outside, perhaps a result of an aura of authority that emanated from her. This competed with her sculpted curves, which cried out Vixen, but her eyes told a different story. Her amethyst-colored eyes seemed to fog over when she spoke with a voice that was softer than snow.

“Are you Detective Wilde?”

“Depends on who’s askin’, doll.” he replied, holding a sleepy gaze. He did not care for the rich, but if this girl had a case for him he was would take it, no matter how much he didn’t want to. He straightened his red tie as he sat up.

The bunny closed the door behind her, obviously wanting privacy, before taking a seat in front of his desk. His nose crinkled from the smell of lavender on her neck. The scent of her perfume was strong enough to peel cheap wallpaper. She sat down with her paws clutching at the fabric of her skirt. Her eyes darted toward the door behind her, almost as if she was wishing to turn around. Nick reached for the right top drawer of his desk, taking out a pack of cigarettes. A good smoke was a good way to calm the nerves, if the lungs could handle it.

He held out a cigarette toward her.

“No, thank you.” she said putting her paw out in protest. He let out a scoff, putting the white rolled tobacco into the inside pocket of his mud-brown trenchcoat. The rich always preferred the cubans, he supposed. She coughed. The thick smoke and strong odor of liquor made her cover her pink nose and red stained lips. The whole room stunk like an alcoholic.

“Please, I need your help.” she whispered, before letting out another cough. Nick rolled his eyes, rose from his chair, and strolled to the lone window in the room. He forced the rusty hinged frame open, letting the smoke escape to the outside, only to be consumed by the rain. It brought some relief to bunny but pain to him. Already he regretted letting go of the sweet smoke.

“Make it quick, will ya? I got places to be, animals to see and I don’t have time to listen to some doll’s sob story.” he said, his irritability becoming obvious. Either that or the drink was making him cross. Her eyes narrowed, sharing his annoyance.

“Some doll?” she repeated, her jaw clenched. “This ‘doll’ came to this backwater office to ask for some compassion and help from a fox, who smells like he came from the back of a bar.”

His eye twitched, this dame was as aggressive as a tiger staring down the barrel of a shotgun. If she thought that just because she wore her best he’d be just another maroon in a dance hall, she had another think coming. Nick Wilde refused to be played by some rich, hoity-toity mistress. He crossed his arms.

“If you’re here just to tell me your husband been cheatin’ on ya, then he has my compassion and you have my help in showing you the exit.” tilting his head toward his solid oak door for emphasis. She stood up in a fury, the chair thrown to the ground. Her cheeks turned as red as the lipstick she wore.

“I’ll have you know that you are not the first male to be intimidated just because of how I carry myself. You treat me like I am your enemy, but you do not know me.” He dug his paws into his pockets and took a step forward, ready to throw her out. He did not care how much dough she carried. He knew her kind.
The bunny took a sharp breath, her eyes fogging over, stopping him in his steps. “I came here for you because you are the only one who can help me. It doesn’t matter to me if you are a fox, or your office smells like a dumpster, all I want…is you to help me.”

He bit the inside of his cheek and cracked his sore neck. His paw scratched under his chin in thought before he leaned back against the wall. Something about her was throwing him off his game. It was as if she was a roulette and every ball that landed set off something different. He knew that if he placed his chips on the table, he would be in for a loss, but he couldn’t help but gamble. She dressed like an heiress, but underneath she was a different animal altogether. That certainly spelled trouble, but he wasn’t one to run from it.

“All right.” he sighed, rotating his wrist. “Tell me what it is you want, then I’ll tell ya if I’m up to it.”

“It’s my family…“ She sat down on his desk and looked down at her paws, almost in shame. “We have recently been robbed in our home, the thief taking every last jewel we owned from our safe. It was all that me and my mother had…”.
Nick rubbed his chin while he listened. “They are worth thousands of dollars, and they were our livelihood. I had gone to the police but they were no help…”

“Well the police never are.” He replied with a dull tone. “They are occupied with the current drug cartels…” and from the murders caused by them, he thought.

“Please, would you help me?” she whispered. “I’m desperate.”

He shrugged “Depends sweetheart, there is the matter of my fee…”

Her eyes widened slightly, making his narrow in suspicion as he circled his way around the desk toward her. She bit the inside of her cheek and squeezed the fabric of her skirt, wrinkling the fine material.

“I…I don’t have money on me, the thief took everything!” she exclaimed, her eyes glossing over. “But if you can locate the thief you can have one third!”

“Tempting.” he smirked, then scoffed. “But I ain’t some chump buying fake rolexes. I need a portion of my fee, now.” he stated firmly.

“B-but…but I don’t have anything. I have nothing to give!”

“Nothing eh?…” he strolled right up to her, placing a firm paw on the desk. She froze when he wrapped his other paw around her locket, pulling it slightly by its nimble chain. “How about this?” He could tell it was real gold. The weight was almost perfect and the color shone brighter than most street lamps. His thumb grazed across the engraved words.

‘To my love’

She pulled away, snatching the locket and cupping it in between her paws, almost like she was afraid that he might rip it off of her neck. The dame was hysterical.
“No! I can never part with this!” She exclaimed. It was more than obvious that something in that locket meant everything to her, maybe even more than he realized. Her mouth went into a straight line, catching her outburst and embarrassed by her own shouts.
“But….” Her paw went to her earrings. She took the small diamonds and placed them on the desk.

“They’re worth more than my necklace…that’s enough, isn’t it?”

Nick gave the diamonds a glance. “Yeah…yeah, it’s enough.” They were just enough to pay for rent and a week of food. “Just remember our deal, doll…” Her temple pulsed at the word. He could tell that she hated it. Good. “When I find your guy, I get one-third of the loot.”
He sat down behind his desk, scooping the prized diamonds and placing them in his drawer, under lock and key.

“Of course…” She brushed her skirt, as if there was dust. Reaching into her coat pocket she pulled out a white card, and placed it on his desk. “This is my private number, please call me if you have any questions.”
She walked away and turned the knob to the door. She stopped and pivoted her hips to the side, giving him a sideways glance. “And by the way, my name is not “doll”…“
He placed a cigarette in between his lips, lighting a match as he stuffed the card into his pants pocket. The flame seemed to flicker once she opened her mouth. “It’s Judy Hopps.”
And with that she walked out the door, disappearing like a dream, with only the scent of her perfume lingering.


I finally finished this chapter! This is going to be a ten or so chapter long story. This story is going to be dark and gritty from what you have read, but don’t let that sway you, it’s going to have some light hearted parts. I hope you enjoyed it!
Thank you @obsessivegeekgirl13 for editing! ^_^

“Two week trial part 7″ Zootopia drabble

“Two week trial part 7”

Day 10

Judy was beginning to feel irritated.

She thumped her foot impatiently when a rolled up chip bag touched her toes. Carelessly thrown by a lounging foc who failed to notice her. Nick, with a tv remote on one paw and a new bag of chips in the other. He was browsing through the channels, staring dumbly at the screen. His constant munching made crumbs escape his lips  and onto his shirt. Her eye twitched when most of those crumbs fell onto her carpet like snow.

For more than a week, Judy had been vacuuming non-stop from the trail of potato chips he leaves behind, along with picking up piles of trash he had been hoarding around his space in the living room. She had no idea how Nick managed to sneak in junk food in her healthy alternatives. She realized that Nick hardly ever does anything but get up, raid her pantry and sit back on the couch with a lap full of salty delicacies.  

And his snack habits was just one of the problems.

She interrupted Nick’s friday’s screening by placing herself in front of him. Nick’s eyes slowly gazed up and blinked. He groaned softly.

“What did I do this time?” He said while brushing the crumbs off his shirt. Judy fought hard to restrain herself as more crumbs landed in her carpet.

She took a breath and pulled an item from behind her back. She held up the familiar green fabric in front of him, holding it by the nails of her fingers. His nose retracted from a sudden , horrific smell. He violently sat up and reeled away from the item which was dangerously close to his sensitive nose.

“Do you mind telling me why I found this smelly and humid shirt in my coat closet?” She asked sweetly. Nick felt a cold chill run down his neck.

Nick covered his nose when he replied steadily. “I must have missed one when I did my laundry last week…”

“Missed one, have you? Oh.” She let out a dry laugh. “Well, because you missed this one, my whole closet stinks!” She threw the shirt right on his face making him yell out when he took one big whiff of it. He threw it off and almost gagged. His eyes on the verge of tears.

“Ugh! Judy!” He shouted, rubbing his nose on the sleeve of his shirt. “I forgot!”

She placed her paws on her hips. “Nick, leaving your shirt in my closet is not the only thing. You can’t just leave a mess and expect me to clean it up! I’m not your maid!”

“You didn’t have to clean up anything.”

She pursed her eyebrows together. “I didn’t see you making an effort.”

Nick sniffed and avoided her hard glare. Judy slowly let out a calming sigh. “Look, I cleaned up after you for a week because I thought maybe you just needed a break after getting kicked out, but I had it.” She pointed to the floor, making Nick take notice of the amount of empty chip bags around him. “It may not seem like it, but this is your room and I expect it to be clean.”

Nick stood up giving her a sleepy gaze. “But Whiskers!…I don’t know how to be a clean freak like you, maybe if you show me how?” She crossed her arms when he gave her a small pout, but his puppy dog look isn’t going to work on her this time.

She cocked a brow. “Are you really trying to hustle me into cleaning your mess?”

Nick put his paws in his pockets and hummed.  “No?”

She gave him a straight face. “The vacuum is in my room. Use it.” He frowned when she walked away. She snatched her purse off the table and headed to the door. “I’m going grocery shopping and I expect this place to be clean when I get back…”

Nick’s ears lowered when he took noticed how much he needed to do. There was garbage spewed out across the floor, his DVDs cases that were once stacked into a mighty tower was now a mole hill and his clean clothes were just sitting on her couch, spread about like the blanket he had.

Judy pulled opened the door, making Nick go up behind her with a grin. “What? No goodbye kiss?”

“Oh right, I forgot.” She turned around and grabbed his face gently. He chuckled when she leaned forward. If he was going to do something he was going to need some incentive. “Throw that shirt away too.” His face fell when she gave his cheeks a pat and slipped away. Leaving him alone.


She pushed the small metal shopping cart down the aisle, stopping in front of the assortment of fruits and vegetables. There was a grocery store just for animals her size which made shopping a breeze. It also gave her the time to get some more healthy snacks for Nick. This time she is going to avoid buying any fried foods for him. No matter how much he begs. She grabbed five small boxes of blueberries. Just for him. It was the only thing he actually like to eat. She frowned by how small they were, not plump and juicy like the ones in her family’s farm. It was times like this that made her wish she was back home with her family. Life in the city always seemed to affect her with common homesickness. She sighed when she grabbed a set of strawberries, also not as big and plump as those she was used to. A soft orange paw suddenly landed right over her paw.

She pulled away, forcing a polite smile and pushing away her melancholy.

“Excuse me, after you.” She motioned with her paw. She could always find some more.

“Mighty kind of you, Judy.”

Her eyes lite up when she saw Gideon Grey, a smile plastered across his face as he held the prized strawberries in his paws. She was more out of it than she thought. She didn’t even notice him standing next to her.

“Oh Gideon, what are you doing here so early?” She asked as she glanced at the clock on her phone. “It’s almost 8:30, don’t you need to open your shop?”

“Yes and no.” He placed the strawberries in his paw-basket. “I am meeting with Miss Jesse in an hour to take her to a carnival down at The Burrows. I’m packing us a lunch.”

Judy’s ears twitched. Jesse? “The burrows are having a carnival today?”

“Yes.” He nodded and grabbed another basket of strawberries. “It’s the annual burrow carnival.”

“Oh yes! Wow…it’s been a long time since I went to the carnival.” The last time she went was when she was a kid, in fact, the last time she went was when Gideon scratched her. She brushed her left cheek unconsciously.  

“Why don’t you come with us?” Gideon began excitedly. “Having a group of friends would be much more fun!”

Judy tapped on her chin. This could give her the chance to visit her hometown, even if it was for a day. “You know, I think I might take you up on that offer.”

Gideon exhaled in relief. “Thank goodness, I’m no good when it comes to dating, why I’ll be as stiff as a dead corn stalk with Jessica.”

“Why Gideon Grey, a date with Jessica Wilde?” She grinned and elbowed him playfully in the gut. “Aren’t you lucky?”

He laughed slightly, his eyes shifting to the side in embarrassment. “Yeah…Miss Jesse, is a bit on the wild side, I’m just hoping I won’t bore her on this trip.” He wiped his brow, feeling himself sweat from underneath his shirt collar. “Why I’m so nervous I might just make a fool of myself.”

“Don’t say that, I’m sure Jessica would be happy to spend time with you!” Judy placed her paw on his arm, comforting his nerves. “Don’t worry, me and Nick will be by your side looking out for you.”

She rushed back to the apartment. She only had less than an hour to get Nick and head out with Gideon. She was surprised to see the living room was actually cleaned. Not a speak of crumb to be seen, and the smell of fox musk was aired out.

Her ears sprang up when she found Nick, taking a nap on her couch, exhausted by cleaning for only a half an hour. With a gentle smile, she silently tip toed up to him and slowly leaned forward. Her pink nose rubbed against his snout in a gentle nuzzle. One of his eyes slowly opened and the corner of his mouth went up.

“You should wake me up like this more often.” He noted with a deep chuckle when she pulled away. She dropped down on her knees to rest her chin on his chest.

“Thanks for cleaning up, you slob.” She teased. He chuckled when she wrapped her arms around him. “In fact,-”. Nick’s tail wagged when he heard her silky smooth voice and felt her moist breath next to his ear. “I think you deserve a reward.”

He couldn’t help wrapping his arms around her waist. “This day just keeps getting better, and what exactly are you going to give me, Whiskers?” He asked wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. He knew how much Judy loves it when he does that.  He could only guess what type of reward Judy wanted to give him. Maybe a kiss or a massage? He hoped it was both.

She pulled away and clapped her hands together.

“We’re going to a carnival!”

“A carnival?” He hid his disappointment but he wasn’t entirely against of going to a carnival. Just him and Judy. He already began to plan out their day. He could win her a stuffed bunny for her collection. He could eat all the junk food he want without Judy telling him not to. He scratched his chin when he grinned wolfishly. If the carnival has a tunnel of love that is nice, dark and private…it would be perfect.

“Yes!” Judy chirped. “We’re going with Gideon and your sister, Jessica!” Nick’s ears fell.  “Won’t it  be fun? We’re going to join them as a double date at my hometown!” Nick bit his cheek and debated whether or not to go back to sleep, fake a coma, and avoid his annoying sister and the equally annoying Gideon. Judy grabbed his arm making him turn to see her press her cheek against it. “I can’t wait to play all the games there with you, and go on the hayride and-!”

He sighed inwardly. He really wanted to fake a coma. Every time Jessica meets with Judy, she always manage to reveal something embarrassing about him to his favorite bunny. The last time they were together, Jessica revealed to Judy that he was used as a make up doll for her sister to practice on. Judy couldn’t stop laughing for twelve minutes.

And Gideon?

He was glad he found someone new to like but hanging around with the pie-maker without the satisfaction of his pies, was more than he can take.

Judy rubbed her face against his fur, giggling softly as she imagined the day ahead. He shut his eyes, not wanting to be swayed by her cheerful mood. She let out a blissful sigh that made Nick shiver. Ending him. “And the ferris wheel is my favorite.”

His head drop on top of hers. She always had a way to butter him up like popcorn. “Sounds fun, Carrots.”


Jessica Wilde brushed her rough tail down with her comb. She was dressed in a pair of ripped skinny jeans and a slimmed white tank top. With one final stroke of the comb, her tail was now soft and glossy. Her fingers gently stroked against the fur making sure it’s silky smooth.  The way to a fox’s heart is how your tail looks. It was something every fox knew and was praised for. She liked to think that Vixens had the best tails out of the males.

She really wanted to make an impression with Gideon. She couldn’t get him out of her head. He lacked everything she looked for before. A sexy body, a strong personality and overall a great lover.

Gideon was none of those, he still had a chance of being a great lover but, she would have to wait and see. His body was something she was against, round and plump. Very plump. She could beat that belly like a drum and she could come up with a song. His personality was something strange. He was soft and polite but from what she had experienced in his kitchen, he could also be brash and blunt. Her paw grazed over her chest, her heart beat wildly when she looked back on it now. He actually held strength inside that gooey exterior. In fact, he was the only fox who had ever pinned her down.

With a click of her compact, she found her reflection in its round mirror. She cringed when she saw the dull color of her fur. She immediately patted the blonde powder in her compact and pattered her cheeks, hiding the black and white roots. She made sure to cover all the ugly blotches on her face and neck. She smiled when she found a beautiful and blonde fox looking back at her.  

A set of knocks made her head swiveled towards the front door. Her tail wagged in excitement when she rushed towards the door. She skidded to a stop when she realized how happy she was getting. With a deep breath and a flick of her tail, she went back into her calm self.

She cleared her throat. “Yes?” She called out as sweet as possible. “Who is it?”

“It’s Gideon, Miss Jesse.” Her eyes narrowed in interest by how early he came to her apartment, about 10 minutes to the dot. That’s a first for her. “I’m I too early?”  

She pivot her hip to the right. “Yes actually, but don’t worry, I’ll be out soon!” She held back a laugh. She was actually ready to go but she wasn’t going to go out that quickly. It was best to keep him waiting for her. It will be a reward for him after waiting for a few minutes outside. She looped her bag over her shoulder and slid her compact inside. Her eyes widened in fear when she found a black spot on the top of her paw.

“Oh Shoot!” She whispered harshly to herself and yanked her compact out. “Almost missed a spot.” She powdered the color away and back into her beautiful blonde. She was lucky she saw it before she went to open the door.

With a smile she unlocked the door and revealed herself to her date.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” She cooed, her eyes moved up and down at him. He was wearing a blue striped long sleeve shirt and a cheesy red bowtie that made him look like an owner of a candy store. He wore a pair of jeans that looked new, as if he recently bought it the day before. In both of his paws he held one flower. She arched a brow at the small daisy, its head was forward in a sad bow. She imagined that it was plucked from the patch that grew next to her apartment building.

“It’s no problem, Miss Jesse…here.” Gideon replied, giving her the limped flower. She nimbly took it from him. She was expecting a bouquet of flowers, not just one. She forced out a smile.

“Thank you…its um, cute. Let me put it in a glass of water.” She went behind the door and chucked the dull flower in her waste basket. Out of sight from Gideon. His eyes lite up when she returned with a large smile. “Okay let’s go!” The door slammed shut and the fragile flower lost one of its petal.

Jessica clutched the strap of her purse. It wasn’t the start she was expecting in the day but hopefully Gideon could make it up for her.

“So which carnival are we going to?” Jessica mentioned smoothly, making sure to brush her shoulder against him. The mere touch made him take an immediate side step. He flustered immediately.

“W-we’re going to the Bunnyburrows, it’s my hometown…t-they have their annual carnival there today.”

“The Bunnyburows?” Strike two. Jessica should have known they were going to a carnival in the country, she was hoping they were going to the Savannah Square. She heard there was a building near it named, Wild Times. She really wanted to go there but it appears she won’t be heading there today. “Sounds like fun.”

“I am happy to hear that.” Gideon said. Jessica ears dropped when Gideon opened the passenger door to his van. On the side was the decal and art of his shop. It was pink and slightly rusted near the bottom of its frame. She was actually going to go inside a refrigerated van. Even the seats were tore up and the age of the van looked over twenty years old. “Oh..thanks.” She said as she slowly slid onto her seat. Gideon closed her door and rushed around to the driver seat. Jessica softly groaned by the condition of the car.

“Isn’t he nice, Jessica?!” a voice popped next to ear. She jumped in her seat and whirled to see Judy sitting behind her with a large smile. Nick was beside her with his elbow propped up against his arm rest. The two of them were cramped in the back, sharing one seat.

“Judy? Nick? What are you doing here?” She demanded, casting daggers onto her brother who smirked at her attempt.

“Good ol’ Gideon here, invited us.” Nick replied with a roll of his tongue. Jessica mouth fell from his answer. She whirled at Gideon who hopped inside, he didn’t notice her shock expression when he checked the mirror and slipped on his seatbelt.

“Are you two alright back there?” He asked.

Judy’s nose wiggled, her whiskers bouncing gently. “We’re fine, Gideon, thanks again for inviting us along.”

Nick chuckled when wrapped his arm around Judy. “It’s perfect, Pie Boy. Nice and snug.” He replied, making sure he said the last words towards Judy. She snorted and slapped his chest playfully.

Jessica eyes narrowed when Gideon gave the blonde fox  a toothy grin. “I hope you don’t mind, Miss Jesse, I thought it might be fun if we go as a group.”

Jessica waved a dismissive paw at him. “Of course not! This is a good idea, we will have twice the fun!” She giggled, but inside she was screaming and ranting from the thought of Nick hanging around her and Gideon. If there is anything she expected from her scheming brother, is the thought of him purposely there to embarrass her. She would need to make sure to sneak away with Gideon.Unknowingly to her, Nick was having the same thoughts of sneaking off.


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