Something I came up with not too long ago when I was reading this book about graveyards...yeah. GRAVEYARDS.

BTW, IMPORTANT A/N AT THE END.

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Sting wrapped his arms around your waist even tighter, groaning. He buried his face in your shoulder before mumbling something.

"Sting wake up," you said, "can you please cooperate with me...just this once?"

"I'm tired!"

"You always say that."

"Because I am!"

"Well I don't want to have to deal with your thing pressing against me any longer, have the damned decency to wear real clothes. Wearing a shirt that isn't a freaking half-shirt would be a nice start!" you exclaimed.

He looked up at you, "Are you judging what I wear, love? Because I think i'm pretty damn hot."

You looked away, blushing slightly, "We need to do something about that ego of yours."

He snickered and breathed down your neck, his breath slightly tickling you ear, "C'mon Y/N, you know you like it when I wear those stuff that show off my AMAZING body."

"S-shut up, t-that's not true!" you stammered, cheeks turning redder.

Sting smirked, "Y/N~ I know you LOVE it when you see my BEAUTIFUL body. I keep seeing you check it out, you think I don't notice?"

"I do not!" you yelled, flustered.

"Just admit it, you love my body and I know you find it really hot," he purred.

"I hate you."

He laughed at that, "Well I think your adorable when you get embarrassed."

You pouted, "I'm not kidding. I don't love you anymore!"

"Then why am I still in your house, lying in your bed, if you don't love me?" he asked.

You didn't answer his question, instead you completely ignored him. He poked your cheek a couple of times before he gave up and stared at you in a really weird manner. Having enough of his silliness, you threw a pillow at his face and walked out of the room.

And so you made yourself a Nutella sandwich...

When you were done you set the sandwich aside to check the time, when you turned to eat the sandwich, you found that it had disappeared. You faced the door that led to the bedroom and saw Sting, Nutella sandwich in hand.

"Give it back!" you yelled.

You ran towards him and tried to snatch the sandwich, but he held it up, so you couldn't reach it. You struggled to get the sandwich, but since Sting was obviously much stronger and taller he managed to keep it away from you.

"Meanie! Give it back!" you cried, literally about to burst into tears from frustration.

Sting saw this and quickly gave it back to you, you ran to the couch and sat down, quickly eating the sandwich that literally took about a minute to make.

"Y/N? Are you mad?"

You didn't answer his question and continued eating the Nutella sandwich, you could tell Sting was studying your face, he sighed in frustration.

"Goddammit, I'm sorry Y/N."

"Why did you take my sandwich?" you asked quietly.

"I was hungry," he answered.

"Well, I was hungry too!" you yelled.

He sat down next to you and wrapped his arms around you, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to end like that, it was supposed to be a joke."

You glared at him, "Well, it wasn't very funny, now was it?"

"No," he admitted, looking quite guilty.

You patted his hair with your hand, "You are forgiven."

"Really?" he gasped.

"It takes too much time to break in a new lover, and it'll take even more time to find a new one. So you get a pass."

You shot a glance at Sting who looked at you in disbelief, you smiled and continued eating the last bits of your sandwich while Sting was still looking at you.

"Wow, Y/N, your horrible."

"Look who's talking."

"I'm sorry okay! Now feed me!" Sting yelled.

"No. It is your punishment."

"So your saying that I go to the guild on an empty stomach?" he asked.

"Basically."

"I'm gonna die!" he shouted dramatically.

"Fine," you sighed, "if you behave I will bring you 3 sandwiches."

"How will you know I behaved?" he asked.

"I'll ask Rogue."

Sting put on his clothes and walked out, muttering something along the lines of "I can't believe how I'm being treated is actually legal. This woman is going to kill me." and headed to Sabertooth. You chuckled before making another sandwich that you quickly ate afterwards.

>>At Sabertooth<<

"Hey, Cheney! Come over here!" you yelled.

The Shadow Dragon Slayer grunted before heading towards you, the male was standing in front of you, his arms crossed and his eyebrow raised.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

You ignored his question, "Has Sting been behaving?"

He blinked twice, "Actually yeah, why is that? Did you drug him or something, 'cause he hasn't caused any trouble, in fact he walked into the office and he's stayed in there like an obedient dog. I don't know if I should be happy or if I should be freaking out."

You smiled, "I told him if he behaved I would feed him."

Rogue sighed, "So he's basically gonna be rebellious again after you feed him?"

"Yeah, basically."

"Goddammit, I could torture him but he'd still won't listen to me."

You smiled and patted his head before walking away, "I'm gonna go feed your Master now."

"Making him Guild Master was probably the most screwed up choice we've ever made."

"I salute you for trying not to cuss."

"I salute you for surviving Sting and all the horrible stuff he puts you through."

You laughed and walked away from the Shadow Dragon Slayer, barging into Sting's office like you owned it. When Sting saw you he immediately wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in your shoulder.

"Thank the gods, my savior has come!" he yelled.

You smiled and gave him the promised sandwiches and he sat down and began eating them. You snickered as he stopped eating his sandwich and patted his lap. You shook your head and sat down on his lap, suddenly he handed you one of the sandwiches.

"What's this?" you asked.

"A sandwich, dumbass."

You rolled your eyes, "What am I gonna do with this?"

"Eat it, duh."

You rolled your eyes again and began quietly eating the sandwich, at some point Sting finished his first sandwich and began eating the second.

"Hey Y/N? Even though I called you a dumbass, I still get to keep the second sandwich, right?" he asked hopefully.

You smiled at how cute he sounded, "Yeah. Since you've been a good boy."

He happily finished his sandwich and afterwards the two of you began arguing, you had no idea as to why you were arguing, but you were just having so much fun watching his flustered face as he was yelling at you.

"For the last time, I don't need to change my clothes!" he yelled.

"No, listen to me right now Sting-goddamn," you covered your mouth with your hand and began laughing like an idiot.

"What's so funny!?" Sting yelled.

You didn't answer him and kept him on laughing, he clearly didn't find this funny at all because he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, glaring at you.

"How would you feel if I told you that I wanted to cut my hair and dye it green?" he asked, making your eyes widen in horror.

"IF YOU DO THAT I SWEAR-"

He laughed, "Just kidding, there is no way in hell I'm changing the color of my beautiful, beautiful hair. It's just so perfect."

He ran his hands through his hair just to give you the impression that his hair was indeed, beautiful and perfect and sparkly and lovely. It's like you TOTALLY haven't noticed his hair before.

He shot a smug look at you, "That's exactly how I feel when you tell me to change the clothes I wear."

You rolled your eyes, "Whatever. You win. I'll be going home now."

You turned around and you were about to leave but Sting wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder.

"Why are you leaving so soon?" he asked.

"Because I need to get away from you and your big ego."

He immediately let go of you and began feigning hurt, you smirked and faced him, placing a hand to your hip.

"Oh, did I hurt your feelings, Sting-sama?"

He was clearly shocked at that, but he quickly smirked back and walked up to you, you took a step back as be basically towered over you.

"Y'know, you should call me that more often, it gives me an air of superiority...well, it's not like I haven't always been the superior one."

"What is that supposed to mean!?" you yelled.

He chuckled before snaking an arm around your waist, pulling you closer towards him. Both your faces were only faces apart, the two of you were staring at each other.

He smiled, "Just kidding."

"Well if you don't have a big ego, you clearly are one of the proudest assholes I've ever seen," you mumbled.

He clicked his tongue, "Now don't go swearing, Y/N. It's not very lady-like and for that you need to be punished."

He moved closer...and closer to your face so that your noses were basically touching. You closed your eyes, and waiting for the taste of his lips...but it never came.

He smirked arrogantly, "Naughty girl, later...not in the guild."

You blushed in embarrassment and pushed him away from you, he laughed as he saw you walk out of his office with your head lowered, trying to hide your embarrassment. You left the guild and awkwardly speed-walked to your house.

Damn him...

>>Later That Night<<

"Hey, Y/N?" Sting asked.

"Yeah, what is it?" you answered.

He poked your cheek, getting your attention, "I want a sandwich."

You grabbed his hand and moved it so it was away from your cheek, "At this time? Why can't you make one yourself?"

"It tastes better when you make it," he said.

"All I do is put Nutella between two pieces of bread, even if a kid makes it, it'll still taste the same," you stated.

Of course since Sting was so persistent on getting that damned sandwich, he wrapped his arms around you and planted a few kisses on your neck.

"Please?" he pleaded, looking up at you.

"No."

No matter how big his ego was, or how proud he was, there was always that one person that was unaffected by his ego: YOU. In normal circumstances, he would go into a fit because somebody dared to deny him, Sting Eucliffe, but you were an exception.

His face fell at that and all he could muster was a sad, "Oh."

He looked up at you again and his voice sounded very hopeful, "But can you make me a sandwich, tomorrow?"

You could deny his ego all you wanted, you could shatter his pride and still laugh about it, BUT you could never say no to his cuteness. It was simply...adorable, and not to mention...ire-frickin'-sistible.

"Alright."

He smiled and gave you a quick kiss on the lips, he laughed afterwards before he yawned, showing that he was sleepy.

"Y/N, promise me something," Sting mumbled.

You smiled, "Sure. Whatever you want."

"Promise me you'll make me that sandwich tomorrow."

You smiled and ruffled his hair, messing it up, he either had no energy to whine or didn't care at all that you messed up his hair. You kissed his forehead and slowly moved downwards to his lips.

"It's a promise."

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A/N:

Y'know I've been thinking and well, I think I came up with a third book. I have like a plot and planned some stuff up and I think it's cool, but I want your opinion.

Do you want a third book?

Or do you want me to wrap up this story at the second book?

Either way, I can live with your decision. I don't know if you'd like the concept of the third book and i've actually planned little to nothing but the plot summary and whatever but would you want a third book? Or nah?

I'm scared of your opinion...

O.o

But state it! Honestly, state it!

So Book 3.

Or no Book 3.

BTW, THIS A/N DOESN'T MEAN THAT THE SECOND BOOK IS ENDING ANYTIME SOON. I STILL HAVE SOME STUFF PLANNED SO TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK.

:3

~Aki

Okay wtf, that was a weird nickname anyway I shouldn't use "Aki" as a shorter version for Acnologia_Slayer, but I might...or will I just use "Slayer"?

Hmmm...

Okay stop.

GOODBYE.

~Aki/Slayer/Acnologia_Slayer/Sting's Waifu/Potato Lover/Some Girl On The Internet/Okay Bye/Why Are You Still Here?/K Bye~