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Requests from sixfeetbelowspace and Hipstetrashwannabe !!

P.S. I'm sorry Hipstetrashwannabe !! I changed your request a bit (actually, a lot), so I hope you'll like it!

P.S.S. I hope all of you socks (inside joke head over to my journal to get the joke) like this!

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It was about time you got caught.

I mean, you've been hustling the folks of Zootopia since what, (number) (days/months/years) ago? You just never thought you would be caught by an old friend.

You had just gotten a good deal out of a shop keep, taking her products and planning on selling them for three times her price someone in Tundratown or Sahara Square. Just as you loaded up your car with all the stuff you had bought, you heard his voice call out to you. You hadn't gotten in touch with him for quite some time now, but it was certainly a surprise when a smirking fox in a police outfit strolled around the corner with his fancy, intimidating car and said, "Hey sweetheart, long time no see."

Of course, you knew he had been since dropped his hustling ways and became a police officer with that grey bunny that did something or whatever for Zootopia. You didn't care much about what happened in the city, as long as it didn't affect you.

Practically gapping at him (for the fact that he looked so natural in a police outfit) but still wanting to keep your cool, you said, "Hey Nick, nice, uh, police costume you've got there."

The red fox smirks, eyes blocked by a rather intimidating pair of sunglasses, as he looks down at his outfit and replies (in a playful tone), "Oh this, darling? Well, you could say I was accepted into the ZPD, also known as the Zootopia Police Department, but hey, I'll make sure you get a nice and comfy little cell."

Although the threat may sound menacing to a stranger, you knew who Nick Wilde was and you were no stranger to him. However, butterflies churned in your stomach just because of his smooth and charming voice. The outfit didn't help either. "Well then Nicky, aren't we old friends?" You look at up with adorable puppy dog eyes (of course, you're actually a (species) and stare at him through your lashes.

Nick smirks at you, crossing his arms. Even though you can't see his sparkling eyes, you know they're twinkling with amusement. "Then I'll just have to give you a warning, don't I?"

You smirk right back at him, saying, "Thanks, sweetheart, you've been a real help."

As you turn around to go, Nick quickly says, "However, hustling really is a crime, isn't it? Cheating poor citizens of Zootopia out of their pocket money!" His tone is dramatic and exaggerated, but he continues to say, "So, I'll just have to take a visit to your house every so now and then to make sure you're not hustling any more, (animal (offensive) nickname)!"

You roll your eyes before saying, "If you wanted to get into my (apartment/house), you could have just said so! You know where it is." You wink at him before turning to go and starting your car up, leaving a smirking Nick on the side of the road.

That was three weeks ago, and since then, he had ended up at your doorstep seven times already.

Every single time, he would lecture you on the negative effects of hustling and why you should get an actual job and become a good civilian.

Honestly, you thought he sounded like a priest that would constantly preach you on why you should convert to (religion) and why whatever you believed was false and would ruin your life (which would always ruin your Saturday afternoons), but you sat through his lecture and smiled at him when he finished.

Most of the times, it would be fun when he came over. You would talk about your hustling days together and how much fun you both had, as well as experiences apart from each other's company. Occasionally, you would watch a movie together, where SOMETIMES, VERY RARELY, Nick would lazily leave his arm over your shoulders.

It was a nice, friendly relationship, but sometimes you wanted more (even though you had only recently caught up with each other). Your heart would skip a beat when you thought about him, but any gal would fall under his foxy charms.

You definitely knew you weren't the first.

As you thought about where you would take your relationship and what you would do, the door rang, followed by a series of quick knocks.

Nick was here.

You rushed to the door, flung the door open and practically dragged him inside. "Hello, Nicky boy." You beamed at him. The lectures were boring, but everything else about Nick Wilde was fun.

When he came over, he would occasionally be dressed in his police officer outfit, but you knew that was only to scare you, but on other days, he would come by in his green Hawaiian shirt that you absolutely (loved/hated).

He didn't greet you with his normal 'sweetheart' or 'darling', only to say, "Hey (name)."

You knew he was serious.

He only used your name when he was serious.

Your mood suddenly dropped as he walked in. "Nick, I know you're going to say 'you need to stop hustling,' but it's a part of who I am. It's what's keeping me with a home and food and everything. Where else am I going to get a job with this bad reputation of mine?" Sighing, you fell to the couch.

The fox wasn't smirking. Instead, he looked sad, the corner of his mouth drooping down. "Hey, Nick, um... Is something wrong?"

He didn't reply immediately. Instead, he waited and waited.

It felt horrible waiting.

"(name), are you ever going to take me seriously?"

You looked at him strangely, raising an eyebrow as you replied, "Of course! Nick, where in Zootopia did you get that idea?"

He looked away from you, not making eye contact. "It's just that, I've come over what, six or seven times? And you still haven't thought about getting an actual job."

What could you say? He looked so sad and heartbroken and you felt absolutely horrible. "Nick, I... I just... I don't know. I can't just let go of everything I've done for the past (number) (days/months/years). I'm... I'm not ready."

He sat down next to you. The couch cushions bounced up slightly (because of course, you had gotten the most bouncy couch Zootopia could offer). "(name)... I just want what's best for you, and I can wait. I can wait however long you need me to wait for you to be ready, but I need to know that you're thinking about this."

You had never once in your life heard Nick say something so thoughtful and just, so thoughtful. He had always been the joking type, flirting and smirking and being the cool fox he always was, sly and mischievous.

"I... Nick... Yes, I'm thinking about this." You were literally left speechless, so conjuring up that sentence was the best you could do.

He smiled, just slightly, looking down at his feet as he said, "Good. That's my cute little (animal nickname)."

You leaned next to him and sighed. "However, I would probably be ready faster IF a certain Nick Wilde asked me out on a date."

It was barely a whisper, but somehow, he caught him (because ahem, he's sitting right next to you). You could almost feel him smirk as he replied, "Well then sweetheart, now that you've asked so nicely, there's a coffee shop right round the corner."

That was literally not how you expected your relationship to start.

Though you did expect a hot air balloon and fireworks, so I guess you were just born with high hopes and dreams.

---

Time skip to one year later! (Because I'm the author and I get to CONTROL TIME)

It had been once year since you stumbled across an old fox-faced friend and since then, your life had been turned around.

It was one thing that you had stopped hustling and gotten an actual job, which was (job position), but it was another thing that you had moved in with Nick Wilde.

Yes, the Nick Wilde we've all been going crazy about. That foxed-face, smirking, annoying mammal that's also extremely, ahem, 'handsome.'

It was strange how quickly your relationship escalated, but you liked it that way. He even introduced you to his partner in crime, Judy Hopps. At first, she was slightly annoying, with her justice thing and stuff, but she was quite a lovely little bunny, with her adorable charms and rather nice personality.

The two of you got along swell, with sleepovers dashed around here and there.

After your late shift at your (job position), you decided to curl up on the couch (the soft, bouncy couch from your old apartment) and watch TV until Nick came home. He worked until late hours sometimes, and today just so happened to be that day.

The door shook around as you heard it swing open before a foxy fox-face landed on the couch next to you. "Hey darling. Isn't it pass your bedtime? Do you want me to rwead you a bedtime story?" His baby voice particularly annoyed you, but at the same time, it was kinda calming.

"Yes daddy, I want you to rwead me a bedtime story." You batted through your lashes as you laid on his lap, looking up at him all cutesie and adorable-y.

"Okay then sweetheart. Once upon a time, there was a sad, lonely fox. He was sad and lonely. Sure, he had friends, but he was lonely."

You didn't realize how tired you were until you closed your eyes, Nick's voice lulling you to sleep.

"This fox was sad because he was missing a part of his life. One day, he met a lovely little (animal species) and he knew she was special, but he didn't understand in what way. They were friends and spent some time together until they parted ways.

"Years later, they met again, and the fox knew she was the one for him. They spent more and more time together, and he realized something: Mister Fox here realized he liked this (animal species) very, very much.

"The more time they spent together, the more he grew to like her. And he couldn't stop his crazy thoughts about her and his butterflies in his stomach.

"He thought it was like at first, just a school crush or whatever, but the more he got to know her again, he realized something: he was in love with her, and he loved her so much."

At this moment, the corners of your mouth lifted up and you smiled. "I love you too, Nick."

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Requests from sixfeetbelowspace and Hipstetrashwannabe !!

P.S. I'm sorry Hipstetrashwannabe !! I changed your request a bit (actually, a lot), so I hope you'll like it!

P.S.S. I hope all of you socks (inside joke head over to my journal to get the joke) like this!

- - -

It was about time you got caught.

I mean, you've been hustling the folks of Zootopia since what, (number) (days/months/years) ago? You just never thought you would be caught by an old friend.

You had just gotten a good deal out of a shop keep, taking her products and planning on selling them for three times her price someone in Tundratown or Sahara Square. Just as you loaded up your car with all the stuff you had bought, you heard his voice call out to you. You hadn't gotten in touch with him for quite some time now, but it was certainly a surprise when a smirking fox in a police outfit strolled around the corner with his fancy, intimidating car and said, "Hey sweetheart, long time no see."

Of course, you knew he had been since dropped his hustling ways and became a police officer with that grey bunny that did something or whatever for Zootopia. You didn't care much about what happened in the city, as long as it didn't affect you.

Practically gapping at him (for the fact that he looked so natural in a police outfit) but still wanting to keep your cool, you said, "Hey Nick, nice, uh, police costume you've got there."

The red fox smirks, eyes blocked by a rather intimidating pair of sunglasses, as he looks down at his outfit and replies (in a playful tone), "Oh this, darling? Well, you could say I was accepted into the ZPD, also known as the Zootopia Police Department, but hey, I'll make sure you get a nice and comfy little cell."

Although the threat may sound menacing to a stranger, you knew who Nick Wilde was and you were no stranger to him. However, butterflies churned in your stomach just because of his smooth and charming voice. The outfit didn't help either. "Well then Nicky, aren't we old friends?" You look at up with adorable puppy dog eyes (of course, you're actually a (species) and stare at him through your lashes.

Nick smirks at you, crossing his arms. Even though you can't see his sparkling eyes, you know they're twinkling with amusement. "Then I'll just have to give you a warning, don't I?"

You smirk right back at him, saying, "Thanks, sweetheart, you've been a real help."

As you turn around to go, Nick quickly says, "However, hustling really is a crime, isn't it? Cheating poor citizens of Zootopia out of their pocket money!" His tone is dramatic and exaggerated, but he continues to say, "So, I'll just have to take a visit to your house every so now and then to make sure you're not hustling any more, (animal (offensive) nickname)!"

You roll your eyes before saying, "If you wanted to get into my (apartment/house), you could have just said so! You know where it is." You wink at him before turning to go and starting your car up, leaving a smirking Nick on the side of the road.

That was three weeks ago, and since then, he had ended up at your doorstep seven times already.

Every single time, he would lecture you on the negative effects of hustling and why you should get an actual job and become a good civilian.

Honestly, you thought he sounded like a priest that would constantly preach you on why you should convert to (religion) and why whatever you believed was false and would ruin your life (which would always ruin your Saturday afternoons), but you sat through his lecture and smiled at him when he finished.

Most of the times, it would be fun when he came over. You would talk about your hustling days together and how much fun you both had, as well as experiences apart from each other's company. Occasionally, you would watch a movie together, where SOMETIMES, VERY RARELY, Nick would lazily leave his arm over your shoulders.

It was a nice, friendly relationship, but sometimes you wanted more (even though you had only recently caught up with each other). Your heart would skip a beat when you thought about him, but any gal would fall under his foxy charms.

You definitely knew you weren't the first.

As you thought about where you would take your relationship and what you would do, the door rang, followed by a series of quick knocks.

Nick was here.

You rushed to the door, flung the door open and practically dragged him inside. "Hello, Nicky boy." You beamed at him. The lectures were boring, but everything else about Nick Wilde was fun.

When he came over, he would occasionally be dressed in his police officer outfit, but you knew that was only to scare you, but on other days, he would come by in his green Hawaiian shirt that you absolutely (loved/hated).

He didn't greet you with his normal 'sweetheart' or 'darling', only to say, "Hey (name)."

You knew he was serious.

He only used your name when he was serious.

Your mood suddenly dropped as he walked in. "Nick, I know you're going to say 'you need to stop hustling,' but it's a part of who I am. It's what's keeping me with a home and food and everything. Where else am I going to get a job with this bad reputation of mine?" Sighing, you fell to the couch.

The fox wasn't smirking. Instead, he looked sad, the corner of his mouth drooping down. "Hey, Nick, um... Is something wrong?"

He didn't reply immediately. Instead, he waited and waited.

It felt horrible waiting.

"(name), are you ever going to take me seriously?"

You looked at him strangely, raising an eyebrow as you replied, "Of course! Nick, where in Zootopia did you get that idea?"

He looked away from you, not making eye contact. "It's just that, I've come over what, six or seven times? And you still haven't thought about getting an actual job."

What could you say? He looked so sad and heartbroken and you felt absolutely horrible. "Nick, I... I just... I don't know. I can't just let go of everything I've done for the past (number) (days/months/years). I'm... I'm not ready."

He sat down next to you. The couch cushions bounced up slightly (because of course, you had gotten the most bouncy couch Zootopia could offer). "(name)... I just want what's best for you, and I can wait. I can wait however long you need me to wait for you to be ready, but I need to know that you're thinking about this."

You had never once in your life heard Nick say something so thoughtful and just, so thoughtful. He had always been the joking type, flirting and smirking and being the cool fox he always was, sly and mischievous.

"I... Nick... Yes, I'm thinking about this." You were literally left speechless, so conjuring up that sentence was the best you could do.

He smiled, just slightly, looking down at his feet as he said, "Good. That's my cute little (animal nickname)."

You leaned next to him and sighed. "However, I would probably be ready faster IF a certain Nick Wilde asked me out on a date."

It was barely a whisper, but somehow, he caught him (because ahem, he's sitting right next to you). You could almost feel him smirk as he replied, "Well then sweetheart, now that you've asked so nicely, there's a coffee shop right round the corner."

That was literally not how you expected your relationship to start.

Though you did expect a hot air balloon and fireworks, so I guess you were just born with high hopes and dreams.

---

Time skip to one year later! (Because I'm the author and I get to CONTROL TIME)

It had been once year since you stumbled across an old fox-faced friend and since then, your life had been turned around.

It was one thing that you had stopped hustling and gotten an actual job, which was (job position), but it was another thing that you had moved in with Nick Wilde.

Yes, the Nick Wilde we've all been going crazy about. That foxed-face, smirking, annoying mammal that's also extremely, ahem, 'handsome.'

It was strange how quickly your relationship escalated, but you liked it that way. He even introduced you to his partner in crime, Judy Hopps. At first, she was slightly annoying, with her justice thing and stuff, but she was quite a lovely little bunny, with her adorable charms and rather nice personality.

The two of you got along swell, with sleepovers dashed around here and there.

After your late shift at your (job position), you decided to curl up on the couch (the soft, bouncy couch from your old apartment) and watch TV until Nick came home. He worked until late hours sometimes, and today just so happened to be that day.

The door shook around as you heard it swing open before a foxy fox-face landed on the couch next to you. "Hey darling. Isn't it pass your bedtime? Do you want me to rwead you a bedtime story?" His baby voice particularly annoyed you, but at the same time, it was kinda calming.

"Yes daddy, I want you to rwead me a bedtime story." You batted through your lashes as you laid on his lap, looking up at him all cutesie and adorable-y.

"Okay then sweetheart. Once upon a time, there was a sad, lonely fox. He was sad and lonely. Sure, he had friends, but he was lonely."

You didn't realize how tired you were until you closed your eyes, Nick's voice lulling you to sleep.

"This fox was sad because he was missing a part of his life. One day, he met a lovely little (animal species) and he knew she was special, but he didn't understand in what way. They were friends and spent some time together until they parted ways.

"Years later, they met again, and the fox knew she was the one for him. They spent more and more time together, and he realized something: Mister Fox here realized he liked this (animal species) very, very much.

"The more time they spent together, the more he grew to like her. And he couldn't stop his crazy thoughts about her and his butterflies in his stomach.

"He thought it was like at first, just a school crush or whatever, but the more he got to know her again, he realized something: he was in love with her, and he loved her so much."

At this moment, the corners of your mouth lifted up and you smiled. "I love you too, Nick."