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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 2 years

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Riverdale//compliments

Request: riverdale cast x fem! Reader. reader HATES getting compliments, not that she doesn’t appreciates them but she just gets uncomfortable and doesn’t know what to sayn e ways the cast is chillin in the cast tents talking posting on the insta story playing games etc. Jordan being the annoying but loving cast mate that he is start gives her a compliment and she visibly gets so uncomfortable and everyone sees that so they keep spitting compliments at her until she gets up to walk out of the tent but drew stops her saying they’ll stop so she sits back down, then cole spits out another compliment and she through a her water bottle at him

hey! i had so much fun writing this! i just really like writing for the cast as a whole group and when they’re annoying each other it’s even better! enjoy!

Compliment.

Even hearing the word makes you uncomfortable.

The very thought of people saying anything remotely nice to you makes your skin crawl. I mean what do you even say to them? Thank you that means a lot? Thank you but you’re wrong? Whatever you say, you sound like an ass.

And so whenever you hear somebody say anything that has anything nice in it apart from the usual everyday conversation, you change the subject and hope that they don’t push it.

Which is quite ironic that out of all of the careers you could go into, you chose acting, because it’s of course known for it’s lack of compliments. I mean, it’s not like they have full on award shows that’s only purpose is to give out literal prizes to the best of the best.

“Come on Drew, it’s really not that hard.” Vanessa groans and leans over his shoulder, trying to swipe the screen while Drew attempts to tilt it away from her.

You pull your eyes away from your own phone and an amused smile pulls at your lips as you watch the interaction happening across from you. Vanessa’s eyebrows furrow as she tries and falls to teach Drew how to play some game that is far too loud for 8 in the morning.

“Really Drew?” She deadpans and Drew lets out an exasperated sigh.

“That was your fault! You and your swiping!” He argues, flailing his arms around and the two of them fall into a small row. You and Madelaine share a tired look before she decides to pull her camera out and film the two of them.

“And here we see, Vanessa and Drew arguing over Cute Kittens Two, a game that literally no one over the age of 12 ever plays.” Cole says with a terrible british accent making the two of you giggle. Madelaine turns the camera on to him and he suddenly gets shy, a small blush spreading over his cheeks as he chuckles nervously and starts a conversation with KJ and Lili.

“Y/n, can you please entertain the people?” Mads asks and you send her a look, it screams ‘why are you making me do this?’ and in return she just sticks her tongue out at you.

“I dunno what you want me to do?” You groan and hide your face behind your hands.

“Literally anything is more interesting than those idiots.” Jordan interrupts while shuffling through the opening in the tent. He rubs his eyes and sips his coffee before taking the empty seat beside you and slumping in it.

“Aww, is someone tired?” Charles teases and leans over Cami to pinch his cheek. Cami elbows him, grumbling angrily about trying to cheat at the game of uno they have going.

“Fuck off.” He mumbles and pushes his hand away.

Mad’s sighs dramatically and turns the camera off before shoving it back into her bag.

“You know I have YouTube guidelines to stick to...I can’t have you dropping f-bombs at the beginning of my videos.” She huffs and throws an empty candy wrapper at him.

“Hey, if you’re gonna through food wrappers and me at least make sure they have the food in them.” He sulks and Madelaine smiles before throwing a full sized snickers at his head.

You roll your eyes at the two of them before quickly snapping a picture of you frowning and posting it to your Insta story, the caption ‘help me’, in the corner.

“Rude.” Casey calls from across the room making you giggle and grin.

Silence falls over all of you for a little while, each of you happily doing your own thing while you wait to be called to set. But then Jordan has to open his stupid mouth and it makes your blood run cold.

“Oh hey Y/n.” He says nonchalantly, barely looking up from his phone as he types away. You hum in acknowledgement, glancing at him quickly while attempting to win the game of Mario Kart you’re playing on your switch.

“I saw the trailer for that new movie your in, Wrong About The Ocean.” He starts and you freeze, Yoshi and his cute little car with ridiculously oversized wheels crashing into one of the barriers. You whine and look up, fear flashing through your eyes as you look at the dark haired man sat beside you.

“Yeah?” You ask, your voice wavering as you try your hardest to remain calm.

“Yeah!” He grins, dropping his phone in his lap, and meeting your gaze. “You were so good!” He says and your stomach churns at his words. Despite the kind smile on his face, you feel more like he’s just punched you and you have to force a smile onto your face as you slowly slide further down in your seat. “And Harry Styles. I mean talk about a beefcake.” He adds, stopping the group in their actions as they all stare at him, eyebrows raised and lips parted in confusion. “What? This is the 21st Century now, guys can find other guys attractive.”

“That’s not what we have a problem with.” Charles rolls his eyes and Jordan looks at him even more confused.

“Beefcake?” Lili repeats his words, causing the people around you to giggle and you let out a relived sigh now that the attention has moved off of you.

“Did you seriously call Harry Styles a beefcake?” Cami asks, trying and failing to hide her laughter and Jordan sends a glare her way, crossing his arms and holding his head high in offence.

“Yes.” He nods. “And I stand by it.” He adds before turning his attention back to you and you gulp. “As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted. You were really good. I can’t wait to see the whole thing.” He says, a warm smile lighting up his entire face and you laugh nervously while staring at the failed game of Mario.

“Thanks.” You reply, heat spreading across your entire body as you play with the sleeves of your sweater.

“Seriously Y/n, you should be proud of yourself.” He continues and you groan internally as he grabs your hand and gives it a squeeze.

“Thanks.” You shift uncomfortably and he raises an eyebrow at your off behaviour.

“Are you okay Y/n?” Cami asks, concern filling her tone as her question draws the attention of the rest of your friends.

Shit

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” You nod. “I’m just not really good with compliments.” You shrug casually in an attempt to play the whole thing down. However nobody seems convinced and they all eye you suspiciously.

“Hey Y/n?” Cole asks, a mischievous smile pulling at his lips and a feeling of dread settles deep in your bones. Your stomach turns and you shift uncomfortably again while looking at each of your friends. “Do you not like compliments.” He hums, leaning forward in his seat and glancing at Casey and Skeet. Casey winks at him while Skeet just rolls his eyes and goes back to scrolling through his phone.

“No, no. Compliments are great. The best. I just love getting compliments they fake me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.” You ramble and sit up straight, shaking your head as you speak. “...they’re the best.” You whisper and raise your fist unenthusiastically.

There’s a few seconds of silence as you nervously glance at your friends, each of them smirking to themselves as they try not to show just how much they are loving this, and a loud groan leaves your lips as you slump even further in your seat, preparing yourself for the onslaught of torture that’s about to be inflicited on you.

“Hey Mads.” Cami asks, one eyebrow raised and her head cocked to the side as she pretends to be nonchalant. “Who do you think is the best actor in the entirety of Riverdale?” She adds and Madelaine hums, tapping her chin in fake thought before her eyes brighten as she looks at the dark haired girl across the room.

“I think, it could be Y/n.” She says, staring directly at you. You gulp and look downwards as you try and fight the off the heat that’s threatening to creep over your face.

“Y/n?” KJ says while sending a quick text. “You are the best friend I could have ever asked for.”

“And you’re an inspiration.” Vanessa says and Drew nods along quickly.

“I heard you’re the reason Meryl Streep got into acting. She saw you in Stranger Things and thought ‘yes, I want to be just like her’ and then she did.” Jordan shrugs and you send him a look.

“Okay, okay.” You hold your hands up. “One, that doesn’t make any sense, so if you’re gonna annoy me at least make is cohesive, and two, you’re all a bunch of jerks.” You huff at the last part and cross your arms. “And I hate you.”

“Well we love you.” Lili smiles, her compliment making you slightly less uncomfortable than the rest of them.

“Do you know who I think of when I think of the best person in the world?” Casey hums and everyone pauses, trying to think of the answer.

“Y/n?” Charles asks and Casey’s eyes widen.

“It is! How did you guess that?” He asks and Charles just shrugs, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.

“Right.” You stand. “You guys are the worst. I’m gonna go hang out somewhere else before you make me throw up and tear my own skin off.” You say, anger evident in your tone as you grab your switch and bottle of water off the floor.

“Okay, okay, okay.” Drew says, running after you. You make it to the entrance of the tent, trying your hardest to ignore him, but when he grabs your wrist you have no choice but to stop and turn around. “We’re sorry.” He continues, guilt lacing his tone as he looks at you with sad eyes. “We won’t do it anymore, we promise.” He finishes, giving you a firm nod and you roll your eyes at him. “Won’t we?”

The rest of your friends shake their head, and promise that they’ll drop it as long as you sit down again. And so, reluctantly you agree, it’s far too early to be annoyed with your friends, and even though you still feel like you want to tear your skin off, you also want to hang out with everyone.

“Y/n?” Cole says, making you tear your attention away from Madelaine and settle on him. “We’re all so lucky to have you in our live-OW!” He shrieks gaining the attention of the rest of your friends.

They all stare at him confused, until they notice him rubbing his forehead and the full water bottle lying on the floor beside him

“Oops.” You shrug and send him a wink.

“Nice shot!” Jordan compliments making you grin.

“That one I didn’t mind.”

“Oh come on!” Cole shouts. “That’s not fair.”

#riverdale #riverdale imagine #lili reinhart #camila mendes #madelaine petsch #cole sprouse #charles melton #kj apa #jordan connor #casey cott #drew ray tanner #vanessa morgan

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the-awkward-outlaw · 4 years

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Hello! Would you be able to write about reader getting tired of Micah constantly hitting on/pestering her that she grabs him and throws him over her shoulder so hard he bounces. Anyone whos there to witness this is shocked meanwhile Arthur's just like "well mark me down as scared AND horny"

Yes! I love this request because, let’s face it. All us Arthur hoes are going around saying this all the time, but we never hear him saying that about reader!

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You have HAD it with Micah and his bullshut. He’s always been a nuisance, but for some reason after the events of Blackwater, he’s gotten worse. You’re not the only one he’s been busy harassing, but for some reason, he seems to enjoy bothering you the most. Maybe it’s because you’re the only unavailable woman in the camp. That is the only possible explanation you can think of anyways.

He walks away from you, chuckling. He’d just been over to make more comments about you and you’d snapped at him. God, you’d like for nothing more than to put a bullet in his face, or perhaps bury your knee into his crotch. You’ve only held in your punches because there’s enough drama with the gang being on the run.

As you throw your rag down from scrubbing Pearson’s table, you sigh and look up. Despite your irritation, you smile. Your boyfriend, Arthur Morgan, is walking towards you. He’s been gone for a few days, hiding from the Grays and Braithewaites. He’d burned the Gray’s tobacco fields and stolen the Braithewaite’s horses and it was decided that it’d be best if he stayed away from Rhodes while things were still hot.

You would’ve gone with him, but when Dutch told him to head off for a while, you’d been scouting a job in town with Charles and hadn’t gotten the chance to go with him. It’s good to see him back. The two of you hooked up right before fleeing Horseshoe Overlook after having flirted and blushed around each other for weeks. Everyone was grateful when you two got together. Sean said it would be relief to not see the pining stares and the not-so-subtle flirting. Of course, now he complained that you two openly flirted and kissed in front of everyone.

Arthur smiles when you look up at him. He plants his hands on the table and leans over, kissing you.

“Mmm, good to see ya again, sweetheart,” he says.

“I missed you.”

“I know. I’m sorry I had to leave so soon. I woulda taken you with me and… well.” He grins and hides his eyes beneath his hat, his cheeks pink.

"And what?" you push.

"I was, uh… maybe gonna… I don't know, I'm just being stupid."

He turns to walk away and you stop him, already knowing what he was thinking.

"Arthur, are you saying that if we'd been out, you would have tried to be romantic with me?" you giggle. The two of you have not had sex yet, though not for lack of desire. Hell, you've fantasized about it more than you'd care to admit, but neither of you have had much chance to go out of camp and do it. Arthur isn't fond of the idea of doing it in his tent, despite you sharing it. He doesn't like the idea of the others hearing.

A small huff escapes his lips. "Well, maybe I had something planned for us."

You lean up and kiss him again. "You're so cute. I'm the luckiest girl in the world."

"Oh my God," that voice that makes you grit your teeth comes floating over your heads again. "I don't know what's worse, Morgan. Seeing you smooch your girl all day or watching that new dog take his morning shit by the lake."

"Shut your goddamn mouth, Micah," Arthur snaps.

Micah snickers. "Always were so sensitive, tough guy, but no need to get so angry. I actually came over to talk to you about a job. Could use your girl, actually."

"No," Arthur says, putting his hands on his hips. "She ain't getting involved in any of your jobs. They always come with a storm of bullets."

"Arthur," you start. You're more than capable of defending yourself. He ignores you.

"I ain't letting her get shot because you turn yellow and go off again."

"Yellow? Well, for your information, this job don't involve no one getting shot."

"Well what is it?" you interrupt before Arthur can say anything.

Micah describes that he found a lead about robbing a house in Scarlett Meadows and how you could put on an act for the owners while he and Arthur rob it.

“I think you should use the lost little girl act,” he finishes.

“And why the lost little girl?” you retort. “Because women can’t put on any other act?”

“Because it’s what people buy-”

“Oh but if Hosea were doing it, he’d be pretending to sell something, not be this damsel in distress, am I right?”

“I ain’t tellin’ you how to act, a’right? It was just a suggestion! Now are you two in or out?”

Arthur looks at you and sighs. “Fine. But pull any bullshit, Micah, and we’re out.”

“Trust me, Morgan, you’ll be thankin’ me. Word is this family is loaded.”

He starts marching over to the horses. Arthur looks at you and sighs. “Well, I guess we can do this. But…” he pulls you close and whispers in your ear. “If he starts anything, you let me know.”

“Arthur, I can handle myself. Trust me, you don’t have to be the big, tough, protective outlaw all the time.”

Before he can say anything else, you follow Micah’s footsteps and mount up. The three of you ride off and soon you’re on the trail leading up to a large house. There’s a large stable behind it. You pull out your binoculars and peer at the house, spotting what looks like a mother and son sitting in chairs.

The three of you discuss the best way to approach this and it’s decided that you should go up alone and pretend to be injured or lost. Or at least that’s Micah’s suggestion.

“Look, why don’t I go up pretending to sell perfumes or women’s clothing? There’s a woman on that porch, you can’t tell me she wouldn’t appreciate a saleswoman.”

Micah snorts. “Listen, sweetheart, women don’t go around selling things.”

“Sweetheart?” you snap, your hands on your hips and glaring at him.

Micah giggles. “Oh that’s right, only Morgan gets to call you that. But my point still stands: women don’t go around selling things to people. It just ain’t a lady thing.”

You’ve finally had it with Micah. As much as you’d like stabbing or shooting him, you know Dutch wouldn’t appreciate it. Instead, you grab him around the waist, heave and throw him onto your shoulder. The movement is so quick, he can’t fight you off, tense up or do anything. As he yells out, he bounces on your shoulder.

“I’m sick of your shit, you little bastard,” you snarl, walking him back to the horses. “We don’t need your help with this.” You toss him on the ground and rub your shoulder. “Arthur can rob the house just fine by himself while I go and distract the family whoever I damn well please.”

“This is my show!”

“Not anymore it ain’t. You ain’t allowed to play with the other kids until you learn how to get along with them. Now get the hell out of here.”

“I-” Micah starts, but you whip out your gun and point it at your head.

“I ain’t gonna tell you a second time, Mr. Bell.”

Arthur just chuckles behind you as Micah stares at your gun. He glares up at you, but for once he makes the smart choice and gets up, mounts on his horse and rides away. You hear him mumble something but don’t catch any words.

“There,” you say, holstering your gun. “Finally some peace and quiet. Well, Mr. Morgan, should we go rob these fools?”

You turn around and see him staring at you, his eyes wide.

“What?” you say.

“Damn, sweetheart. That was… No offense, but I didn’t think you were that strong! I’m honestly a little nervous.”

You blush and smile. “No offense taken, Arthur. Most people don’t know I can lift people up no problem.”

“Well, I hope you don’t mind then, but… I think we need to hold off on robbin’ these folk.”

“Why?”

“I got another idea. C’mon.”

He grabs your hand and runs off into the thick grove of trees nearby. There, he slams you against a tree and starts kissing and touching you. It doesn’t take long before the two of you are naked and you’re straddling him, taking the lead as you bounce on his lap. You show him your strength again by pinning his arms down and licking his neck. Although he doesn’t have a ton of experience with past sexual partners, he definitely won’t ever forget this encounter.

#rdr2 fanfic #red dead fanfic #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x female reader #awkward asks

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1917-boys · 4 years

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Ice Cream (Dean-Charles Chapman Fluff)

Requested: Yes / No

Word count: 1,289

Author’s Note: I finished a book the other day called Death on the Nile by Agatha Christie and it was super good. And then I found out it’s being made into a movie and it’s coming out later this year, and I was thinking maybe I’d put Dean in it? So that’s where I got that idea :) Also I totally suggest reading it if you can, it’s honestly great! Plus, I got a lot of Tom Blake vibes from Simon at the beginning, so that’s who I said Dean would play

You first met Dean when you were 16 years old. You met him at an audition, in which neither of you got the part. As bummed as you were to hear that, your hours waiting for the news had been passed eventfully, chatting with a boy named Dean, who would soon become your best friend.

Now, almost 7 years later, the two of you were still the best of friends. Your acting career was still getting off the ground, compared to Dean’s extremely successful one. He was always so supportive of you, calling you before an audition and wishing you luck. If you got the part, he’d cheer for you and invite you over to his house for a celebratory dinner.

Although you two were still going strong as friends, a part of you wanted more. You knew Dean in and out, and could picture yourself with him for the rest of your life. Waking up next to each other in the morning, cooking dinner together in the evenings, maybe even having a kid to play with and take care of together. You were always quick to suppress these thoughts, though, knowing that if you were to dwell on them you would only be more upset if it didn’t happen.

Unbeknownst to you, though, Dean had been thinking thoughts similar to yours. He wanted to grow old with you, buy a cute house and move in together, having some kids and watching them grow up. But Dean treasured your close friendship, and it was something he feared would be torn apart if he were to tell you of his hopes.

One day, the two of you were walking through London, admiring the fancy shops and restaurants you passed. Dean had recently been cast as Simon Doyle, one of the main characters in a new film, Death on the Nile, and you had decided to take him out for ice cream to celebrate.

As the two of you walked together, you felt Dean brush against your arm. Glancing up at him, he smiled apologetically down at you before shifting himself away from you a bit. If you were being honest, you liked the contact. Feeling Dean against you, in close contact, it excited you. But you weren’t sure how Dean felt about it, so you kept it to yourself.

You two continue walking the streets of London, approaching a stoplight. As you approach the small crowd of people waiting to cross, you slow your pace, coming to a stop. Since the small crowd was packed tightly together, Dean had moved behind you, rather than beside you. When you stopped, Dean hadn’t stopped yet. As a result, he had walked right into you. Thankfully, there hadn’t been too much pressure or you would have pushed into the others standing nearby.

You turn around to face him, smiling slightly. “You’ve got to be careful, Dean,” you reprimand him, although your tone is light. Dean hears the light tone of your voice and plays back at you. “Okay, mum,” he replies, grinning.

You slap his shoulder playfully, stepping back slightly to hit him again. Dean’s smile widens at your actions, laughing at you. Your smile grows as well, and soon the two of you have fallen into a fit of giggles, each laughing happily at the other.

The walk sign is soon lit up, and you and Dean move forward to cross the street along with the now slightly larger walking crowd. When you have successfully crossed the street, Dean is able to move up and walk beside you again. When he’s next to you, your eyes dart to look at him from the side, praying that he doesn’t notice your ogling. Dean’s head doesn’t turn back to look at you, so you continue your appreciative glance over his features.

His eyes, so bright and blue. They’re captivating, you think to yourself. God, I would look into those eyes all day if I could. You move to scan his cheeks and nose, taking in the innocent mounds of his face. If only I could squish his cheeks, just once, you find yourself thinking.

Dean’s head turns suddenly, catching you admiring him. Your face heats up immediately, a deep blush spreading rapidly up your neck and across your face. You can feel the warmth of your cheeks, and you’re sure Dean’s going to say something about it.

“Like what you see?” Dean asks cheekily, wiggling his eyebrows at you. Your blush deepens, but a shy smile makes its way onto your face. In a desperate attempt to shift the attention off of you, you quickly throw your hands out, pushing Dean’s arm.

A chuckle leaves his mouth, a slight rosy tint to his cheeks. “What was that for?” he asks, playfully offended. You bite your lip, struggling to contain a bright smile. “No reason, you’re just cute,” you reply, quickly turning your head to face forward. A few moments of silence pass, the two of you beginning to quicken your pace as you continue to walk. Your eyes don’t leave the street in front of you, though you feel Dean’s gaze boring into you.

As you approach the small ice cream parlor, your eyes flit up to meet Dean’s. His cheeks are still a soft, rosy pink, and you can’t help but think how much you’d like to give them just one little squish.

Dean awkwardly coughs, causing you to turn your full attention to him. “You think I’m cute?” he asks, shyly glancing from your eyes to his feet. You glance down at his feet as well, watching as he shuffles them nervously. You take a deep breath, ready to admit your feelings. All you can do now is hope that Dean reciprocates them.

“I do,” you state confidently, your eyes turning up to look at him squarely. You feel your face heating up, but this time you’re standing your ground. Dean’s face darkens, a much deeper blush painting his face.

“You know, I kinda like you, too,” he manages to admit, struggling and stuttering his way through the words. His hands move from his sides to your arm, guiding you gently to the ice cream parlor entrance. A bright smile is on your lips now, a happy laugh leaving your mouth. Dean’s smile grows, his grip tightening slightly on your arm.

Dean steps back, letting go of your arm to open the door for you, following you into the small shop. Both of you are blushing and smiling and laughing, and the young man working the counter smiles upon seeing you two. Dean follows you up to the counter, each of you ordering before the worker makes your order and hands it to you over the counter. You volunteer to pay, since it was your treat to Dean for his new role, but he quickly shot your idea down.

You roll your eyes, sighing softly as Dean pays and you find a table. You sit across from each other, enjoying your ice cream quietly. The comfortable silence is soon broken by Dean, who says your name to get your attention.

“What now? I mean, we’ve both established that we like each other, so what happens next?” He asks. You hear in his voice that he’s shy and nervous to be asking, but you can’t blame him. I mean, you two had been friends for years. What happens when two best friends suddenly admit that they like each other?

Without warning, you lift yourself slightly off the seat and lean over the table, pressing a sweet kiss to Dean’s cheek. His face is once again painted a light pink, and a soft laugh leaves his mouth. “Well, Y/N, that works just fine.”

#dean charles chapman #dean charles chapman x reader #dean charles chapman fluff #dcc

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sugarpolis · 5 years

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Growth

Pair: NaLu

Note: HAPPY NALU DAY Y'ALL! I wrote this months ago but I decided to post it here. This fic is basically a Natsu appreciation fic we all needed... so... I hope it's good enough :)

Update: I noticed some mistakes and typos, sorry for that, I've fixed most of it.

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Knowing Natsu for years, Lucy couldn't help but to notice the changes in his appearances.

She didn't know how and when, but she began to notice how attractive he was after Tartaros.

When she first met him, he still looked cute like any other innocent 17 years old teenagers. If you squinted a bit, he looked handsome if he was being serious and calm, though he wasn't your typical handsome prince and knights; he was boyish in his own way. His abs weren't really defined back then. He was thinner, and generally, he was just... so Natsu. Like a child trapped inside a 17 years old boy. His voice also cracked a lot due to his usual shouting habits.

Back then, she just didn't really think of him as her love interest, really. Though, thanks to Mirajane planting the idea into her head that day when she thought he was going to confessㅡno, she wasn't going to fall into the same trick again so she always pushed away any weird thoughts about him.

However, the more she pushed it away, the more she suffered. So she decided to let it be. She wouldn't deny, but she'd ignore. Yes, that was a good plan.

Then one day, more like this particular night, why did she suddenly notice Natsu as an attractive man?

Yes, man. He was no longer a boy; he was a man alright in his twenties. They had been dating for months now, and Lucy's life couldn't be happier.

He changed a lot, and Lucy meant it in a good way. He was more mature, yes, for example he'd think before he acts unlike in the past, but Lucy loved it too when he showed his childish side which involved his cute whines, pouts, and his insatiable need for cuddles. Lucy loved his OTHER mature side too of courseㅡhe was a monster in bed and Lucy enjoyed every love making with him. (Props to him being so good with his mouth and hands AND his dirty talks)

And not just in personality either; he was becoming more attractive and attractive now that she took a good, good look.

Sure, as she said, she noticed him being more.. mature and handsome looking after their reunion before the Alvarez War, but she never really took a good look, which was stupid. She should've seen the looks girls gave him when they walked together. He was attractive alright.

Currently they were in the middle of the guild, taking a rest after a mission. They talked about random things with Cana, Mira, Lisanna, Gray, Juvia, Gajeel, Levy, Erza, and the others. Everyone were coincidentally on their day off too instead of a mission. Happy was in the Fairy Hills with Wendy and Charle, though.

As the night came, Lucy felt a little bit sleepy, so she decided to rest her head on the table, looking at her side which was Natsu himself. He laughed her favorite raspy laugh, and he talked with a wise volume, which was making his voice deeper than usual. That was another trait that changed within him through the years; his way of talking was calmer. Though his usual eternal bicker with Gray involved shouts, and Lucy didn't mind (if she was in a happy mood, actually).

Lucy couldn't help but notice the way his jaw moved when he opened his mouth. His baby cheeks were gone, too, because his cheeks were more defined with a sharp chin and jaw that could cut anything. He had bags under his eyes, meaning he was actually tired but he was always happy when he was surrounded by his nakamas. But he still looked beautiful nonetheless. His nose were pointed and just carved in the right way, though many enemies had punched him there and he had gotten Wendy and Porlyusica to fix it countless of times, but as she said: he still looked perfect. Also, his forehead was defined, making his eyebrows.. enticing? Could she also ogle at his more defined muscles and abs hidden in his usual tight one-sleeved vest? Oh, and the right shade of his tan skin.. she could practically lick it all dayㅡand please don't make her even mention his tight ass and thighsㅡ

"Luce? Heyyyy," Natsu waved a hand in front of her eyes.

Lucy just sat upright hearing his voice. "Ah, um, yes, what is it?"

"Girl, you've been staring at Natsu for like minutes," Cana smirked, "like what you see or somethin'?"

Lucy blushed, not wanting to meet anyone's amused eyes, but a part of her couldn't deny. "Is it so wrong to ogle my own boyfriend?" she asked innocently, blinking as she looked at Natsu's eyes instead.

Usually, Natsu would be smirking and teasing her, but she didn't expect him to blush, looking surprised.

Several catcalls and snickers were heard, but Lucy still didn't want to lower her pride. "Say Natsu, when did your jaw become this sharp?" she asked, caressing his jaw gently.

"U-uh," Natsu only gulped.

"You also have high cheek bones," her hands moved to caress his cheek instead, and pinching it playfully. "You're just so different with your 17 years old self. You were so cute back then," she smiled.

"Gee thanks, 'coz people don't change after several years, Luce," he muttered, rolling his eyes.

"Oh yeah, he was really cute back then!" Lisanna laughed, remembering their childhood. "He was chubbier, I think."

"Yes, I suppose so," Erza agreed. "You've grown into a man."

Cana took a gulp of her booze, "man, time flies fast and I'm sure little Natsu and Lucy will be running around here."

"Cana!" Lucy gasped, feeling embarassed. "We're still so young."

"Ain't a bad idea," Natsu nodded approvingly, earning a half-hearted slap to his arms from his girlfriend.

"But really, I think Natsu changes the most here. He looks more mature, and that's creepy," Lisanna commented which Lucy laughed at. Natsu groaned, burying his face on the table between his arms.

"Natsu's mature side isn't so bad, you know," the blonde chuckled, ruffling his hair affectionately.

"Like what?" Mirajane asked with an innocent face, but Lucy knew her small smirk meant otherwise.

"He.. he thinks more than acts?" Lucy grinned sheepishly.

"Giiirl you know what she meant; what's he like in bed?" Cana smirked drunkenly even though she was far from being drunk. At that, Lucy covered her tomato face with her hands.

Natsu looked up with a light blush, "don't fucking ask about things like that. You're embarassing her."

"Right, 'coz you're shameless," Gajeel remarked, making Natsu growl.

"I don't care how bad he is in bed," Gray commented, smirking. "Can't we talk about something else?"

"He's not bad!" Lucy defended him. "He's amazing! He'sㅡoh god just kill me now because we're not talking about this." She banged her head onto the table as she mumbled. The others went "Ooooh" and gave Natsu an approving nod.

"S-shut the hell up!" Great, even he got embarassed.

Natsu sighed, the guild always found ways to tease them even before and after they became a couple. While he appreciated that Lucy suddenly complimented him a lot tonight, but they should really go home.

"Let's go home Lucyyy, I'm tired," he whined, poking her sides while ignoring Gray's snort: "Natsu's mature, they said." Lucy huffed, smiling slightly as she got up.

"Okay, come on you big baby. Bye guys!"

"This conversation doesn't end yet, Lu-chan!" Levy shouted before Lucy stuck her tongue at her.

Then Lucy found herself finally plopping down on her mattress after she changed her clothes as Natsu suddenly came and kissed her deeply it made her toes curl.

"What's that for, baka?" she giggled. Natsu only smiled. No teeth, and not a grinㅡjust a sweet, genuine smile for her.

"You surprised me at the guild," he whispered against her lips, giving her a peck. She gave him her own small kisses, arms circling his neck, feeling the vibration of his hum on her lips.

"Well, have someone told you that you're attractive?" she asked curiously.

"I've been told, and I'm aware anyway," he smirked, his cockiness rising and unweavering as always. "Well, not until recently."

"What do you mean?"

Natsu also plopped down beside her, their legs brushing against each other. "I was very ignorant of my looks when I was younger."

"I see," Lucy's fingers traced circles on his back.

"So when we suddenly went for a photoshoot for Sorcerer's Weekly, I began to notice people's compliments and how it affects my confidence," he licked his lips, eyes darting to the side. "I began to like compliments about my looks, and noticed myself more. I have always liked it when people admit that I'm strong, but this is.. different, ya know?"

"Mmmhmm," she agreed, because who didn't like genuine compliments?

"But then this shitty feeling, like insecurities, began to form too, so yeah." he sighed, then he added, "so I like it more when I heard it from you myself 'coz it erases all of my insecurities, thanks, Lucy," he smiled.

"You're welcome. Remember, I love you the way you are, so don't think so little of yourself," Lucy marked her words to him with a kiss. She felt him nod through closed eyes.

She did a final glance to Natsu before sleep completely took her over, sighing with a small smile.

He was gorgeous indeed.

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What on Earthland did I just read?...

Soooo, I wrote this Nalu oneshot in response to this tumblr post. It was only gonna be a short drabble, but it got away on me. *shrugs* what else is new... tagging @shibukii and @fairywithajetblackheart because I said I’d deliver - sorry it took a little longer than expected. Rated T for kisses and Natsu’s language.

Lucy clapped excitedly as Max set up the new communications lacrima on her desk. “Max, you’re an angel. Thank you so much for helping me set this up. Warren is a genius.”

Max smiled, blushing a little at Lucy’s compliment. “Yeah. Who would’ve thought him patenting that miniature communications lacrima could go so far huh? Ever since he sold his idea of a DeskComm, he’s been rolling in jewels. As if his head wasn’t big enough already”, Max joked.

Lucy grinned. “Ah well, he’s the one that developed it, so it’s only fair. This is going to make contacting my editor in Crocus so much easier! I can’t believe that I can send her my manuscripts instantly without having to courier them to her.”

Max nodded. “Yeah. People are sharing lots of information with each other that way. It’s going to make a huge difference to the way people interact with each other. Not only that, now it’s been combined with a typing interface, you can chat to lots of others at the same time. It’s become really popular, even with non-magic users. I set up an in-lacrima Fairytail guild, so we can keep in contact with everyone while they’re out on jobs. I also set up a space where Fairytail fans can chat to us and each other. You should check it out Lucy. I’m sure a lot of the fans would be very excited to talk to you!”

“Really?” Lucy cringed a little. “I dunno Max. Since Team Natsu did that photoshoot for Sorcerer’s Weekly last month, some fans out on the street have been a little weird. Every time they see Natsu and I together, they’re whispering and nudging each other… it’s kinda creepy, to be honest.”

Max shrugged. “I wouldn’t worry about it too much. If you’re concerned, you can give it a try without interacting with anyone outside the guild. Just see what they’re saying, and what information they’re sharing. There are a lot of artists and writers on there – you never know Lucy, you might really enjoy it.”

Lucy’s eyes widened. “Other writers? Oh, I’d love the chance to chat to other writers! It can be so isolating sometimes, being stuck at a desk all the time without anyone to share ideas with. Can you show me how to get to it Max?”

Max chuckled. “Sure thing Lucy.” He typed into the lettered keypad sitting on her desk, and the glass sphere cradled in its brass holder glowed. Small jewel coloured lights spun within the circle, and Lucy recognised the Fairytail emblem as one of them. “You just need to touch the Fairytail emblem within the glass – here, you do it, because it will recognise traces of your magic aura and let you in. That’s it.”

The screen changed to show a picture of Lucy; the one on file at Fairytail as her ‘official’ picture for potential clients. Lots of other pictures were all in a line down one edge – some she recognised as fellow guild members, but others where unfamiliar. There was an image of the outside of the guild hall, and an image of the inside. Max pointed them out to her. “Here you go. Only guild members can access this area inside the guild, and you can chat to them if they’re there at the same time as you, or you can leave them messages. Non-members can access the outside of the guild – there’s a shop where they can buy Fairytail merchandise and a place where they can talk to each other.”

Lucy clapped her hands. “Wow, Max, this is amazing. So you said that I can go on there without interacting with anyone, right? Won’t they know that I’m there if they see my picture?”

“Ah.” Max pointed at her picture. “Just tap on it Lucy.” Lucy’s picture changed to a big smile. “That shows that you’re in the room and you want to talk. Tap it again.” Lucy’s picture changed so her eyes were closed - she looked as if she were asleep. “That shows that you’re out of the room. But I’ve set it up so that you can still see what people are talking about. If you want to join in the conversation, just tap it again.” Lucy gave him a big hug.

“Thank you so much for coming over and helping me with this Max. You do so much for the guild behind the scenes – I hope you realise how much we all appreciate you!” Max returned the hug briefly then stepped away, rubbing the back of his neck a little self-consciously, but smiling widely.

“Thanks Lucy. I’m gonna head over to Fairy Hills now. Erza has given me special permission to visit so I can set up deskcomm lacrimas over there for a few girls, but if I miss the timeslot she suggested, there’ll be hell to pay.” They both shivered a little, imagining Erza’s wrath.

Lucy tapped her lips in thought. “Oh, I know”, she grinned. “Stop in at the guild on your way there and get a slice of Mira’s strawberry cheesecake for Erza. That should put her in a good mood.”

Max chuckled. “Good idea. Well, it was nice seeing you Lucy!” He waved and stepped out of the apartment, closing the door behind him, and Lucy sat down excitedly at her desk. What should she do first? She tapped on her image so it ‘woke up’ and clicked on the in-guild icon. She was momentarily taken aback at the long string of insults in the chat space, but then rolled her eyes when she realised it was Natsu and Gray talking. She stretched her fingers and got to work.

Lucy H: Can’t you idiots keep the insults to yourselves for a change? And, Hi!

Natsu D: What? Who’s that? Oh, it’s you Luce. Hi yourself weirdo.

Lucy H: Natsu, that nickname was getting old years ago. Can’t you think of something more original?

Gray F: Yeah, dumbass. Can’t you think of something… oh wait, no you can’t because you’re a dumbass. Hi Lucy! This is pretty cool huh?

Lucy H: Yes, it is Gray. Don’t you think you’re wasting it though, just using it to type insults at each other?

Gray F: No.

Natsu D: Nup. I just see ice prick’s face and it’s automatic.

Gray F: You shut up, fire eating trash can!

Natsu D: Ice sparkling snow princess!

Gray F: Slow combustion ass wipe!

Natsu D: Pretty boy ice-for-brains!

Lucy H: Ugh. I’m not staying for this. I hear it enough in person. See you later at the guild!

Lucy left a welcome message for Levy, Erza, and Juvia, then looked at the other icon, where the non-guild members chatted. Maybe she could just take a little peek? Just to see what they were talking about? Biting her lip, she tapped her image again so it changed to ‘sleeping’ and clicked on the exterior guild image.

An avalanche of words crossed her screen. It was a bit disconcerting – so many people were chatting at once. Words whirled across the screen in a tangle, but gradually she realised that there were different threads of conversation. She started unravelling the different chats with interest. One group was talking about who would win in battles between the male mages of Fairytail. Another was talking about when the Grand Magic Games were going to be held that year, and who Makarov might choose to go. And yet another was talking about the recent magazine article with Team Natsu.

Rose P: I loved that outfit that Erza was wearing. You hardly ever get to see her in something so pretty. That dress was so cute, and the sunhat just made it, ya know?

Claire D: I know! And they actually got some photos of Gray Fullbuster wearing clothes *giggles* I mean, but seriously, that man is a dish. I don’t know how the women at the guild work with him without melting into a puddle.

Alice O: I agree! Although, I prefer Natsu. That grin of his, with the fangs! Ugh. And even though he’s not as tall as Gray, he’s so muscular. Oh. My. Gods. I mean, that photo with him and Lucy, where he’s holding her in his arms? So. Hot. And the way he was looking at her, as if he could eat her up? And the way she was looking up at him and smiling at him? Adorable. Nalu forever.

Rose P: Oh, I loved that picture! That was my *favourite*. It inspired me to write another Nalu fanfic. You wanna read it?

Claire D: YES!! Gimme gimme!

Alice O: Rose!!!! You. Are. The. Best. Really, what would we do without you feeding our Nalu addiction?

Rose P: Jeez, settle down you two! Okay, here’s the link.

Lucy pulled back from the deskcomm, wide-eyed and blushing. What on Earthland did she just read!? Nalu? She could only assume it was a combination of both her and Natsu’s name. And exactly what picture where they talking about?

She moved over to her coffee table to pick up the latest edition of Sorcerer’s Weekly, flicking through the pages quickly to get to the article. Jason had called in a favour – the team he was going to do an article on had pulled out, due to an urgent mission, and he needed another team to spotlight. Team Natsu had agreed, as long as they got a free meal out of it. So they had met at a local restaurant near the canal for lunch, and as Jason requested, had dressed up for the occasion, the boys in dark pants with buttoned shirts and rolled up sleeves, and the girls in summer dresses.

Erza had gone all out, wearing a yellow patterned sundress with a large hat. Wendy had looked particularly cute in a little baby pink dress with a lace collar, and Charle had a matching outfit with a perky pink bow on her tail. Happy was wearing a green vest, and Lucy had worn a strapless sky-blue dress with lace edging.

The interview had been fairly painless, all the usual questions about teamwork, and how they managed to get along so well, and their favourite foods and so on. The photographer had snapped photos while they were talking and eating lunch, and then they’d walked down to the park to take a few more shots as the sun set. Lucy had been walking along the top of the wall on the edge of the canal, as she usually did, when her heel caught on a cracked stone. She had slipped, and Natsu had caught her. That must be the photograph the girls chatting had been talking about.

She examined the photo carefully, trying to see it with an outsider’s eye. It certainly looked romantic. The sun was setting behind them, the water in the canal was sparkling, and Natsu had his arms around her as if he were carrying a princess. He was looking at her intensely, the way he often did when he came to her rescue. But that was just… Natsu. And yes, she was smiling at him, with her arm resting on his shoulder, but that was just because he’d stopped her from falling on her arse and embarrassing herself. There wasn’t anything romantic about it. It was just how they were. They were close friends. Best friends. As close as any friends could be. He was always there for her. Always. Just like she would always be there for him.

She smiled at the photo, stroking the image of Natsu’s face with her forefinger, feeling that warmth that she always did when she thought of him. Her life had changed for the better in so many ways since that day she had met him in Hargeon years ago. They had gone through so much together. Some of it dark and dangerous. But the bond they shared after coming though it was stronger than any relationship she’d ever known. She put the magazine down and walked back over to her desk, sitting to look at the screen again.

Claire D: OMG!!! Rose, I’m dying. I think I’m actually gonna die. That was so freakin’ good! So hot! Man, I think my deskcomm is gonna burst into flames any second.

Alice O: ^^^^ I second that. You really know how to deliver the goods. Rose, your fanfics are so amazing! You really should write professionally, you know that?

Rose P: You guys!! I’m blushing, seriously. I’d love to write professionally, but… I don’t know. And Lucy’s my idol – the way she’s combined working as a mage with a writing career too? It’s just… how can one person be so talented!!! And she’s so pretty too. If she ever read any of my stuff I know I’d just die. I just love her and Natsu so much – I just want them to be happy.

Lucy’s cheeks felt like they were on fire, and she patted them with her cooler hands, trying to calm down the burn. This was too much. She felt equal parts embarrassed and proud, and her stomach was doing flips. Should she read what this girl had written? Her heart beat faster as she moved her finger over to tap on the link, hovering above it. She screwed up her eyes and her courage, and tapped.

Okay. She sighed in relief as she read. This wasn’t so bad. Her and Natsu were walking along, chatting. That was okay. Now they were holding hands. That was still okay, they did that all the time. Well, usually it was because he was dragging her someplace, but still within the realms of what she was comfortable with. Now he was… oh, um. A little cheek stroking was fine, she guessed. And… kissing!? Not just a little peck either. Hot kissing. Full on tongue kissing, and his hands were… eep!

Lucy shut her eyes tight, squirming a little on the seat as she fought to control her needy reaction to the sexy words on the screen. This was… if she were honest with herself, in her daydreams her and Natsu had kissed more than once. More than kissed actually. But those were just daydreams. Because, lets face it, Natsu was oblivious. He loved her, yes, but he wasn’t in love with her. And she loved him, and the small part of her heart that wanted to take things further in a romantic way, she’d carefully well and truly smothered. It was only when she was alone, in certain private moments, that she let her imagination take full flight and picture how they might be together.

Taking a deep breath, Lucy opened one eye and squinted at the screen as if it were a dangerous object that might explode at any moment. It looked like she was half-way through the document. And even though the subject matter was making her heart beat a million miles a minute and making her feel more than a little hot under the collar, it was actually well written. If it were about somebody else, anybody else, she’d be raving about it too! It wouldn’t be fair to not read the rest, would it? She opened her other eye and began reading again, leaning forward to give it her full attention, her heart beating faster.

“Watcha doin’ Luce?”

Lucy shrieked and leaned over the desk, trying her best to cover the glowing words on the lacrima orb. She turned around slowly, leaning backwards with her hands gripping the desk edge, her face a violent shade of pink. Almost as pink as her partner’s hair, the partner standing right there in front of her. Obviously she’d been so engrossed in her reading she hadn’t heard him come in the window.

“Oh, um, ha ha, hi Natsu” she stammered, blocking his view with her body as he tried to peer over her shoulder. “Um, weren’t you busy chatting with Gray?”

“Nah, that got old quickly. Typing out insults is much harder than actually sayin’ ‘em. I’ll just save ‘em up for next time I see him at the guild.” Natsu took in her flustered appearance and her efforts to hide the screen from him. “Soooo, what’s on the screen that’s so exciting you’ve got to hide it from me Luuu-seeeeee?” He grinned at her, as she spread her arms out and attempted to block his view even further. “Are you writin’ somethin’ that’s pervy? Wait ‘til I tell Happy.”

“Noooo! I didn’t write it! I mean, I’m reading it. I mean, I wasn’t sure what it would be about but someone wrote a story about us and then I was interested but I don’t think it would be anything you’d be interested in so I’ll just…”

“Someone wrote a story about us! Cool, I wanna see.” Natsu picked Lucy up as she tried to cover the screen and put her behind him, and then grabbed her hands as she jumped up and down behind him, trying to cover his eyes. He sat down at Lucy’s desk and dragged her hands downwards so her arms hung over his shoulders, both wrists secured by his larger hand against his chest. He used the other to tap the screen. “Quit it Luce! Lemme just scroll to the top here. Well, this is borin’ so far. There’s no fights or anythin’… oh.” Lucy blushed even brighter as they reached the kissing scene, waiting for Natsu to stop reading in disgust. But he kept reading.

Both their eyes widened as the scene on the page continued. Lucy could feel Natsu’s heart hammering against her hand, and he gulped as his eyes scanned the page, where on screen Natsu and Lucy got up close and personal wearing a lot less clothing than they had at the beginning of the story. Lucy’s own heart was thumping so loudly she was sure that Natsu could hear it, she was almost sure she could hear it. She squirmed against Natsu’s back, trying to get her hands free, but his grip on her wrists was firm. They both kept reading until the scene reached it’s logical conclusion. Safe to say that on screen Natsu and Lucy were feeling a lot happier and more satisfied than real life Natsu and Lucy were currently.

Natsu gulped again, shifting a little uncomfortably on Lucy’s chair. “Well, that was… you said you didn’t write this?”

Lucy shook her head and buried her face into Natsu’s shoulder. “No, it was written by a fan.”

“So people outside the guild see us that way too? Huh, figures.”

Lucy raised her head. “What do you mean?”

Natsu turned his face to look at her. They were so close their noses were almost touching. “Luce, there’s been a betting pool on how long it would take for us to get together since about three weeks after you joined the guild.”

“Whaaaaat!” screeched Lucy. Natsu screwed up his eyes tightly and grunted.

“Fucking hell Luce, go scream into my other ear as well, then I’ll be totally deaf!”

“Sorry, sorry!” Lucy whispered. “But there’s a betting pool on us?”

“Sure is. Cana runs it. She has heaps of betting pools going. How do you think she affords all the booze she drinks?”

Lucy blinked. “That explains a lot, actually”, she said slowly. She looked at Natsu’s still pink cheeks, then looked downward, examining her carpeted floor with interest. “Um, Natsu? Have you ever…” she chewed her bottom lip. “Never mind.”

“Have I ever thought about you and me… together?” replied Natsu, his voice husky. “Sure I have. I’d have to be made of ice not to have thought of you that way. You’re pretty easy on the eye Luce.” He grinned at her, his cheeks flushing darker again. “Sooo, have you…”

“Yes. Quite a lot actually.” Lucy bit her lip nervously again as their eyes widened. They stared at each other and looked away quickly. Natsu’s thumb drew slow circles on Lucy’s wrist.

“Say Luce”. He swallowed nervously, then continued. “If you’ve thought about it, and I’ve thought about it, how come we never…”

Lucy glared at him. “How was I supposed to know Natsu? You’ve never done anything to make me think that you had that kind of interest in me.”

Natsu grumped back at her. “Yeah, well, I wasn’t the one dating half the population of Magnolia Lucy.”

Lucy’s eyebrows rose so high up on her forehead they nearly disappeared into her hairline. “What!” she screeched. “I’ll have you know, since I joined Fairytail I’ve gone on… five dates. FIVE! In how many years? And that’s only because my partner had the romance of a… of a… a rock has more romance in it than you Natsu Dragneel!”

Natsu’s hand tightened around Lucy’s wrists and he scowled. “Is that right? So, seein’ I’m so fuckin’ hopeless in the romance department, if I asked you out on a date now, you wouldn’t go?”

“YOU WANNA DATE ME?!”

“YES I DO!”

“FINE!”

Natsu let go of Lucy’s hands and swung his arm around Lucy’s waist, pulling her onto his lap, as his other hand cupped her chin, guiding her face towards his. Their lips met, pressing hard against each other, Natsu’s heated tongue slipping into her slightly opened mouth, twisting against hers, making her moan. Her hands twined around his neck, her fingers tugging his pink locks desperately. At first the kiss was ferocious, as years of pent up yearning was released; a battle of lips and tongues fuelled by mutual desire. Lucy’s fingers thrust through Natsu’s hair as she made small needy whimpers, and Natsu’s fingers clutched her hip so tightly she was sure there would be bruises later, but she didn’t care. He pushed her down tightly into his lap, the hard evidence giving her ample notice of exactly how much he was enjoying their kiss. This was finally happening. All those daydreams she had thought would never come true. All that time spent pushing down her feelings. All those lonely nights when she had sobbed into her pillow when he had left her behind for a year, not knowing where he was, or even if he were still alive. Those days were over. If he thought she would ever let him leave without her now…

Their foreheads rested against each other as they paused to take a breath, both gasping for air. Natsu chuckled, cupping her face with both hands, rubbing her nose affectionately against his. “Lucy”, he rumbled, “I’ve wanted to do that for so long. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you.”

Lucy smiled back, her eyes full of stars. “Well, maybe you should have, then we would have been doing it much sooner.”

Natsu leaned back, quirking an eyebrow at her. “Oh really, Miss ‘get outta my bed, don’t look I’m changing Natsu you pervert’… That was kinda discouraging Luce.”

Lucy pouted, then grinned back. “Well, a girl’s gotta keep up appearances, you know. I don’t let just anyone see me in my underwear.”

Natsu leaned closer, his hot breath ghosting over her neck, making Lucy shiver. “What would you say if I said I’d like to see that now Lucy?” he said softly, his voice deepening, thumbs stroking her cheeks as he bounced her a little on his lap with the strength of his thighs.

Lucy wrapped her arms around his neck again, raining soft kisses over his face. “I’d say… kiss… try your luck... kiss... Natsu… kiss… you never know… kiss… what a new day might bring…”

“Oh really?” Natsu drawled, his chest rumbling with a growling purr.

“Yes, oh really…” Lucy grinned, then shrieked as Natsu lifted her up over his shoulder, balancing her with one hand. He flipped up her skirt and slapped then squeezed one underwear clad bottom cheek as he marched towards her bedroom. “I’d say I’m feelin’ lucky today Lucky Lucy Heartfilia. Whaddya say?”

“Natsu you pervert!” she squealed as she dangled over his shoulder, giggling madly. She pinched him hard on his behind as they went through the door. He kicked it closed with a chuckle, shutting out the world.

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Rose sighed as she walked in the door to her parents’ home. She kicked off her boots and hung up her jacket on the hook in the hallway. The other baker’s assistant had called in sick today, staying home to nurse a bad cold, and it had been hard managing the workload alone. Even though she quite liked her job, it wasn’t what she wanted to do forever. She wandered into her bedroom to put away her bag, and was surprised to see a large box sitting on her bed. “Ma, what’s this?” she hollered.

Her mother came down the hallway, drying her hands on a teatowel. “Oh Rosie, you’re home. That box came for you today. Were you expecting anything?” Rose shook her head, and sat down eagerly on her bed, wanting to see what was inside. She tore open the packaging and gasped. The entire box was full of Fairytail merchandise, banners, posters, plushies of Team Natsu, and some postcards. “Oh my goodness! Who would have sent this to me!”

Her mother looked just as surprised as she did. “It was delivered by a courier – I had to sign for it, but I didn’t notice who sent it. Is there a letter or anything with it?”

Rose, sorted through the merchandise, pausing to hug each plushie with delight, then noticed the postcard with a photo of Natsu on it had some writing on it. Eagerly she swept it up, doing her best to decipher the messy scrawl above his signature.

‘Yo, Rose – you’re doin’ great work, keep it up!’

She looked at it, overjoyed to have something handwritten and signed from Natsu, but puzzled by its meaning. She turned over the other postcards, and her heart nearly stopped when she saw the flowing cursive on the back of the photo of Lucy Heartfilia.

‘Dear Rose – I just wanted to let you know your writing shows real talent. In fact the story I read was very inspirational! Don’t ever give up. Keep writing every day; the sky’s the limit! With much love, Lucy xx.’

There was a cute heart drawn underneath the writing, enclosing the letters ‘NaLu’.

Rose shrieked and clutched the postcard to her chest, burying her face into her pillow as her laughing mother looked on, used to her daughter’s over the top personality. “Oh. My. Gods. Mama, call the hospital. I’m gonna diiiiiieeeee!”

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Imagine #18 Charles Xavier - Part 2 (Request)

Requested by Anon: hi! so can i request a charles x reader one shot that ive been thinking of? ok so first of all y/n and charles were super close as teens but y/n died at around 19(got mixed up in smth), charles was devastated and hes still not 100% over it as an adult so when the xmen find a mutant who can control time he ends up asking them to go back and try to save y/n? and they try and they have to convince her to stay safe bcs ‘theres some1 who needs her’ or some cute shit like that?..but if u do this thx!

Not my gif

Words: 1552

Warnings: typos, fem!reader, time travel (?)

A/N: This is part 2 out of 3, the last one will probably be up some time next week. Enjoy! xoxo

Part 1 - Part 3

“Y’know, I wonder”, Peter said in a singing voice, skipping down the sidewalk next to a way more serious Jean. “I wonder, why they picked us.”

“Probably, because they know, how much we care about Charles.” “And you do care a lot for him, don’t you?”, Peter teased and shoved his elbow into her side. Jean blushed slightly. “Don’t be absurd, you know that I’m with Scott, you jerk!” “Oh, this isn’t about Scott or no Scott, I don’t know a single person, who doesn’t have a crush on the professor. And I’m not even gay! Or am I?”, he laughed out loud.

“Yeah, sure. So, about the plan.”, Jean interrupted. “We need to find y/n. Raven said, if not on campus, she’d probably be at the library, but I think know that we can get in without any kind of identification. I don’t know, how thrilled they would be, if we showed them two IDs from the future.”

“See, that’s why you have me!”, Peter cheered. “I’ll be in and back out before anyone notices anything. Damn, good thing y/n is a mutant as well, or else she would be in for the shock of a lifetime.” He didn’t sound concerned at all.

In front of an impressively huge stone building, complete with pillars and ornaments, they came to a halt. “Wow! I didn’t even know that was here. Does that exist in the future as well?” Jean shot him a glance from the side. “Maybe you should slow down once in awhile to appreciate things like architecture. It’s all about general knowledge.” “Yeah, but what do I need that for, if I can just look anything up in a split second? It’s not like anyone would ever know!”

“You’re really fidgety today.”, Jean commented. “Yeah I had a coffee.” An expectant silence formed between them, before she added: “So, are you gonna get her?” “Oh, yeah.” And with that, Peter disappeared, only to return moments later and, much to Jean’s dismay, empty-handedly.

“She wasn’t there.” He sounded slightly disappointed. “Are you sure?” “Yes, I’m sure, I checked every room twice. What’d you think, took me so long, huh?” “O-kay. So now what?”

“In hindsight, it probably would have been a good idea for Raven to just give us her address. I mean, we don’t really have the time to search every building in the city, not even you could do that.” “Try me.”, Peter grinned. The sun was going down already, Jean realized nervously, which meant that they only had about a day left, until Sammy would get them back. “Well, given our current success rate, we might actually not have a choice.” “Oh, come on, we’ve only tried the library, the college and two cafés.”

“Whatever. Let’s get some food.”, Jean murmured. It’s not like she had expected this to be easy, mainly because she had never time-travelled before, but also because the professor was usually the one organizing any kind of mission. They probably would have found you by now, if the professor had been involved, Jean thought. She couldn’t help but smile, as Peter opened the diner door for her, greeting her with an exaggerated bow.

There was only one free table and Jean accepted it thankfully. Only seconds later, a waitress appeared, offering them breadsticks and the menu. “So, where else could we look? There are some other cafés and restaurants.”, she started listing her suggestions and trying to pull Peter’s attention away from the menu, only to once again lose it to something seemingly very interesting behind her back. “Peter!”, she hissed, immediately regretting it. She tended to get a little curt when hungry and tired. But Peter simply shot her a meaningful grin before placing his eyes back on the object of his attention.

“I don’t think, we’ll have any difficulties finding her.”, he stated in a tone that seemed almost dreamy, just as Jean turned around and met the eyes of a truly incredible figure at the table by one of the windows. Shimmering, almost glowing white hair ran down your back like a waterfall, your skin just as indefinably beautiful as your whole form. Even sitting down, your figure emitted a most fundamental kind of elegance, as if your body was constantly being touched by the lightest of breezes.

It had to be you, Jean thought. There was no way that Raven couldn’t have been talking about that girl by the window. You were unmistakably beautiful in the strangest, but also most obvious way that Jean had ever seen.

“Wow.”, Peter murmured and Jean couldn’t help but nod. So you were the person Charles still couldn’t forget, even after almost 25 years of being apart. Subconsciously, Jean stretched out her mind, touching yours, trying to… she didn’t even know why. To see, if your mind was just as extraordinary as everything else about you, maybe.

Charles, please! I asked you not to get into my head., a gentle hum wavered through Jean’s mind and she immediately retreated. Only now she noticed the person sitting opposite of you at the table.

“Looking good.”, Peter commented. Jean had to agree. This was a very different kind of Charles, younger, of course, but also… happier? Less settled, less perfect. Less of a professor, more of a young man. Neither Jean nor Peter had ever known him like this.

“Let’s do this.”, Peter interrupted Jean’s thoughts by getting up, aiming for the table by the window. She grabbed his hand. “Peter, no! You can’t talk to her in front of him!” “Why not? He know that she’s a mutant, how couldn’t he?” Peter gestured towards you. “He mustn’t know! It might ruin everything, change everything.”, Jean insisted. Peter furrowed his brows and sat back down. “Isn’t that our job, though?”, he asked. “Aren’t we here to change everything?”

“Yes, but we need to talk to her alone, we don’t know…” Jean was interrupted by the professor und you, standing up and walking towards the diner door whilst continuing a seemingly rather heated discussion. She could only hear snippets of what you said, but you didn’t look happy and the professor’s eyes bore the kind of expression, that they only showed, whenever a student hadn’t done his papers in class for like the thousandth time. “Oh no, this isn’t good.”, Jean murmured, trying to pick up, whatever your discussion was about, without you or Charles noticing her presence again. Conveniently, telepathy turned out to be unnecessary, as your disagreement got even more heated and loud enough for Jean to hear every word.

“You know what I mean.”, Charles said, his voice sounding urgent, like he was desperately trying to convince you of something. “Yes, I know, but I don’t agree. What do you think will happen, if we don’t do anything, Charles? Who is supposed to stand up for us? People don’t change all by themselves!” “And what if you…” “What if I get hurt? As oppose to countless others getting hurt, because we are too scared to fight? I don’t get it, Charles!” And with that, you stormed out of the door, leaving behind a dumbfounded Charles, who was tiredly rubbing his face, and a dining room full of silent, nosy people.

“Is this my queue to run after her?”, Peter asked, shoving a whole breadstick in his mouth before disappearing without waiting for an answer. Jean dropped a few dollars on the table, for their drinks, before running after him, but not without stealing a last glance at the desperate professor. Seeing him like this, with you, and hearing what you had to say, she suddenly realized, how important it was not to fail this mission.

Raven had said, that you could change everything for the mutant community, that it had always been your dream to fight for equal rights and to someday change the fate of all of you. And hearing what you had said to Charles, Jean actually believed her. Yes, in her time, mutants lived out in the open, but what they had still wasn’t anywhere close to equality. To maybe change history, to save you and give you the chance to fight for what was right, for what you believed in… Up to this point, Jean had only wanted to save you because of Charles and because of the fact, that you had been her age, when these men had killed you and that nobody deserved to practically die a child. But this was more and suddenly, Jean thought, as she hasted down the street, following the direction, in which you had disappeared, suddenly, she was so thankful to have this opportunity, to be able to make a difference.

With a sudden gust of wind and a wide grin, Peter reappeared in front of her and made her jump. “Jesus, Peter!”, she cursed, placing on hand on her racing heart. “Where is she?” Jean looked behind him.

“I followed her home. It’s only a few blocks from here, but I thought, it might be weird, if a total stranger just jumped her in the dark, you know?” Jean nodded, though slightly disappointed. “We can just go to her house tomorrow morning. Slightly less creepy, if you ask me.”, Peter grinned. “We should probably find a place to stay for the night.”

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