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Yoongi imagine; Super Psycho Love: Part One

Originally posted by jiminiemini

Pairing: Yoongi x reader
Warnings: Stockholm syndrome, yandere?!Yoongi, toxic relationship, smutty~

When one night standing becames something more. When he calls you everyday. When you saw him staring at you everytime you went to the club. You thought he was behaving like a child and he would eventually let go, but it didn’t happen. Why didn’t you stop him when you had the chance? Now you were involved with someone you shouldn’t. For some reason, you didn’t feel like complaining.


Disclaimer: Please, don’t continue if you are a sensitive person to certain topics. I don’t pretend to offend anyone. This is all fictional, and please, don’t let anyone do this to you. If you suspect, you can talk to anyone. Get help. If you want, you can anonymously send me an ask. I repeat, this is all fictional. Keep reading with caution.


Stockholm syndrome is a condition that causes hostages to develop a psychological alliance with their captors as a survival strategy during captivity.” the teacher made a long pause, but didn’t stop staring at the book. “but sometimes, the hostage can actually develop true feelings, not only as an actual strategy.”

You were, as usual, paying attention to the class. It was a part of your lesson, and you were interested in the topic. Everything about this topics was awesome to you; how the brain worked, why some people developed these kind of feelings. What caused it? You questioned everything. You were so submerged in your thoughts that you didn’t notice Jiwoo staring at you. To be honest, you didn’t even notice when she sat next to you.
“Boo!” she scared you, and you jumped on your seat making her laugh her ass off. 
“Were you thinking about shit again?” 
You knew she was right, but you hit her arm playfully anyways. 
Jiwoo was your best friend since you arrived Korea. Since highschool, she introduced to you her group of friends, who warmly welcomed you. After some years you trusted in her more than anyone, and you told her everything that happened to you. Your dates, the boys you were with, who you wanted to fuck, who wanted to fuck you, everything, and so did her. She was like your sister and she never left you alone. 
“Are you going to the club tonight?” she asked, even though she knew the answer. When you opened your mouth to reply, she interrupted you; “of course you’re going. I’ll be there at 9.” and just like that, she left.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to. You always went to the club, every friday night. There was always someone you were interested in, and ever since your boyfriend broke up with you, you just followed the conversation with any person that seemed interested in you, and didn’t flirt back until they did first. It was something common for you. Making out with someone sometimes, dancing with someone you liked and then forgetting about it. You were a mature person, and it wasn’t a sin, right? After all, you didn’t play with the person’s feelings. Since the beggining you told them that it was only one night. You didn’t want feelings involved, you didn’t want anything serious, and everyone agreed, until last friday.

One week ago, you went to the club, as usual. Jiwoo drove you there, and when you entered, she started looking for her boyfriend; like usual. Everything was usual, it wasn’t strange, neither it was the first time. As usual, again, you sat on the couch of the dance club that was in the back, where people sat down to drink calmly, to smoke, to make out and get touchy or simply because, like you, didn’t feel like dancing. 
As soon as you entered the club, you saw your ex with his girl. He looked happy, and the girl was, of course, very pretty. He had his left arm wrapped on her waist and she was smiling, and your self steem dropped to the floor. 
You broke up with him because he made you feel unwanted. He didn’t compliment you, he was so submerged in his own work that he didn’t even see you. He didn’t have sex with you more than once; in your 6 month old relationship, and in all the years of friendship, he touched you only one time he got home drunk. You tried to understand him, until you discovered the reason behind his behavior wasn’t his work, but his sidechick. 
And there he was, happily hugging her. The asshole and the bitch together.
You stared at the couple with wide eyes, tears aiming to spill out, but you watched at Jiwoo happilly. If she noticed how you were feeling, she would have to stay with you and you didn’t want that. She always put you before her boyfriend first, but it wasn’t a big deal. You broke up with him a long time ago, and she didn’t see her boy very often so you just let go.
Sitting there, staring at everyone, arms crossed and a frown, you were trying not to cry or burn his house down. She was pretty, tall, and you were you. You didn’t feel like being with anyone today, not after what you saw.

Yoongi stared at you from the distance. He fell in love at first sight with you, you were gorgeous in his eyes. You always ended up with someone else, and it made his blood boil. He felt angry and he had to leave immediately before punching the guy in the face and scaring the hell out of you, discarding any chance he had with you.
When he saw you sitting there, with a sad face, he had to approach you. Whatever had happened to you, whoever tried to touch you, he had to take action on the matter. He was nervous, though; he loved you from the first time he saw you and he didn’t want to fuck up, he didn’t want to be so crazy for someone that despises him.
He sat next to you, without making any noise. He stared at you from that distance and he felt his heat rising up. Your face, your eyes, your hands, your hair, you fashion choices. Everything was perfect about you, but what wasn’t, was that you didn’t notice him. You were thinking so deeply that he had to sigh once, twice very loudly for you to see that he was sitting right next to you.
He stared at the crowd, and you stared at him. You didn’t want to be with anyone, didn’t your face tell him so? You were about to tell him that you weren’t on the mood to fuck or kiss him or whatever he wanted to, until he opened his mouth.
“So you hate clubs too, huh?”
He knew you didn’t. He knew you loved coming here, he heard your contagious laugh and saw your smile everytime you stepped into the dance floor, excepting this one time of course. But what could he say? He didn’t want to look like a weirdo, that he knew he kinda was, and he had to disimulate.
You sighed in relief. Apparently, he wasn’t direct nor he wanted to flirt right away. The anger disappeared a little bit. 
Actually, I don’t. I just saw something horrible, and I’m here because I don’t feel like dancing or drinking…” you were honest. Why would you lie? He was a random stranger, yes, but you were used to make friends or talk with people about some kind of things. You were kind of an open person, and the fact that you saw your ex with the bitch he cheated on you with wasn’t a big deal neither.
Yoongi felt his heartbeats rising, he heard your beautiful voice for the first time. But paying attention to your words, he actually got worried. There was something that was bothering you after all, someone did something to you or you felt bad because or something, so he just asked right away, shamelessly.
“Really? What is it?
You stared at him and laughed nervously, and then stared back at the crowd.
“Ah, it’s not a big deal. I saw my ex with the girl he cheated on me with.“ you made a pause. “She is pretty, so I kinda understand why he did it...” you made another long pause. Yoongi wanted to interrupt you, hold your hands and tell you that you didn’t have to think that way, and at the same time he wanted to kick that guy’s balls for not appreciating someone as gorgeus and so full of life like you; but he saw you were about to talk a little bit more, so he restrained.
My self steem kinda died a bit,” you laughed awkwardly, hidding that it hurt you. “so I just came here.” 
Yoongi wanted to talk, but when he opened his mouth, you interrupted him again. 
What about you? Do you really not like clubs? Or are you as miserable as me?” and once again, you laughed sadly. He loved and hated that laugh so much. He loved how it sounded, but hated the fact that it hid so much pain.
Actually, I like clubs.” he lied. “But this time I just didn’t feel like drinking or dancing or anything, and my friends left me all by myself.” he lied again. He went the the club all by himself. His friends were calm and didn’t go out; he went there because, even though he hated clubs, he went once just to try and he saw you. He didn’t drink that much, he didn’t dance, he didn’t flirt or fuck around. He just entered there and observed you like a creep, hoping one day he could talk to you.
“Ah, I see. So you’re not as miserable as me.” You said and smiled at him. You were happy to see that he didn’t seem like another fuckboy. He was really attractive, his voice was lazily beautiful, his hair was mint green and he looked like those boys from novels who are bad on the outside but are actually very soft on the inside; those boys on the books who were cold but loving. He was so surreal, you had to blink a million times to make sure your mind wasn’t playing a trick on you and made up a fake boy because of your low self-steem.
Don’t worry, you’re not miserable.” he added before you could continue hurting him without knowing. “It’s normal, it had happened to me,” he lied. His ex never cheated on him, he hadn’t had a girlfriend in six years. “but you have to forget about it. You seem very nice, so you shouldn’t worry. She is going to cheat on him anyways.” 
You laughed and Yoongi felt like his world was illuminated once again. He was nervous, mostly because he had to look for the right words to not scare you. If he flirted with you, or complimented your appearance, you would take it and flirt back, and then you’d hook up, and then you would forget about him like you did with every guy. He didn’t want that. He wanted to know you, to be with you, he didn’t want you to be with anyone else. He wanted you to himself, and the only way was acting like a friend, not like a fuckboy or a flirty random stranger who wanted to bang.
But when you stared at him once again with flirty eyes, he dropped everything. He stared back at you, right into your eyes; he couldn’t resist. He knew it was wrong. He knew he didn’t have to. He knew the plan was failing, but when it was about you, you drove him insane; and it happened.
After two hours of conversating, of drinking one beer between the two, the atmosphere changed completely. He was a nice guy, interesting. He told you about him; Min Yoongi. a 24 years old who liked to compose and was born in Daegu. He moved to Seoul to follow his dreams six years ago. 
Slowly, you became much more touchy. When you laughed, you placed your hand on his thigh, and he didn’t stop you. Slowly you forgot about your ex and just invited him to the dance floor, and he agreed. He didn’t like dancing, but how could he reject you? Even if you hit him, kicked him, stab him, he would still be crazy for you.
What started like an innocent dance became so much more. Yoongi forgot about the plan completely, his hands now running through your body, cupping your cheeks, slowly leaning down to kiss your lips. His lips were soft, the kiss was gentle. When realization hit him, he couldn’t stop. Not when you were already in his apartment, moaning his name, not when he was enjoying so much being inside you, touching your body, kissing your lips, hearing that the sounds that your mouth were making were because of him, because of what he was doing. Not when you were his already; at least for one night.
He slowly took off your clothes, he was the most gentle person you’ve met. Since your ex broke up with you, you didn’t sleep with anyone. You only kissed one boy per night, sometimes they got touchy, but this guy was so smooth. He didn’t have to compliment you or your appearance until things got heated up, and still, he had you on his feet. 
His dirty talk was the best. You couldn’t resist it. He was the best experience you’ve had and he was so gentle, yet so passionate at the same time. He touched you and made love to you like if he was afraid of hurting you, breaking you. Like if you were precious to him. How his fingers grazed gently your skin, your lips, how good he kissed you.
Everything was magical. You had one, two, three orgasms in one night, and you saw he enjoyed it a lot too. You cuddled, his arms hugged you tightly and he hid his face on your neck. 
But when he woke up, you were gone.
Oh god, he wanted to hit himself. He wanted to turn back time and at least ask for your address, now he had to wait until next friday. What if you didn’t want to see him? What if it really was just one night and now you forgot about him? He tried to resist, but since he had your number, he couldn’t avoid the temptation. It was wrong, you were going to hate him, but he couldn’t be rational anymore.

When he called the first time, you both talked for half an hour. When he called the second time, he asked how you were doing. When he called for the third time, you started to get scared. He didn’t get the message? You enjoyed it, but you didn’t want to develop feelings for someone that probably slept around with everyone. Yoongi wasn’t like that; but you didn’t know. You started suspecting that he didn’t call to fuck again, but simply to talk to you. It hurt you, rejecting him like that, because he was interesting. But you knew about that; you fucked him two hours after you met him, he probably did that with every girl. You didn’t want to remind yourself about the past. You wanted a normal relationship, where your partner doesn’t cheat on you. After all, you saw him every friday. You didn’t pay attention to him, but what was he doing there if he wasn’t fucking around? Of course he was. He was a man. He slept with you, he could sleep with anyone else. He probably was just a flirt.
Oh, but were you wrong.

You started declining every call, not daring to block his number. It drove Yoongi crazy, he missed you so much, and he fucked up. Now he was regretting his life choices. If he didn’t call you more than four times, maybe he still would have a chance: but he didn’t stop. He wanted to hear your voice. He went to the club every night, hoping to see you there, to talk to you, even if he knew you had to attend college. He knew. But he didn’t care. 
He started to get obsessive over it. You were clouding his mind day and night, and all he thought about was you. He didn’t recognize that feeling; he wasn’t like that with anyone, specially girls. Not since it broke his heart leaving his ex girlfriend behind to chase his dream; and ironically, the work he was doing, his “dream” was interrupted by the thought of you. 

That’s why you didn’t know. That’s why you weren’t sure of it, what it you saw him there? After he did love to you, after you enjoyed it so much, after all his calls, you couldn’t just stare at him like if nothing happened. But you couldn’t tell Jiwoo, she was such a mom. Her boyfriend wouldn’t want to switch clubs, after all, he worked there. Your friends were there too, they would have to switch just because you were scared of a fuckfriend you had for once? It was ridiculous. After being scared for a whole afternoon, you decided to get ready and go there anyways. If you saw him, you were to flirt with some random boy for some minutes until he got the message and drop it.
But, once again, you were wrong.





You Should Know Better Pt.1

Summary: *Throws Professor Joe Merriweather at you* Here, enjoy this precious human being conversing with one of his students. This is also a little something for the Red Velvet prompt as well. 
Request Summary / Song:  Guys My Age - Hey Violet  - @xdaddy-neganx (Okay, since this is just part one, more lyrics of the song will be included throughout the fic.) 
POV: Natalie
Characters: Joe Merriweather, Natalie
Word Count: 1732
Author’s Note: Okay, well even if you guys don’t like it, I enjoy writing it and Joe is such a sweet, low-key asshole to write out. Give me some ideas on how you want the next part to come out. Joe leaning against anything is my sexual orientation now. To be honest, some of the conversation pieces and stories I’m going to say in this fic are real stories from my professors and some might be sad or some might be disturbing, but this stuff is real either way - to an extent. I think for every new chapter, I’m going to have a new gif. 
Parts: 1/– (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five) (Part Six) (Part Seven)
Quote:  “You should know better than to lie to someone such as myself who has extensive experience in reading people.” 
Tag List: @adayinmymeadow @babys-in-pretty-pink @secretary-thomas-jefferson @fullofnegativity @toxic-ink @negans-dirty-girl @cbkb-this-looks-bad@xleggo-my-elevenx @itsummertime22 @memphisgirl1977 @xdaddy-neganx@brandivstheworld @narrry-trash @mishaissocoollike @clinicalkayla @idonthavehusbandsihavelovers  @punkbitch4l @vendekk @jasoncrouse@sc1525 @assbuttwithwings @sazstjames @thedeadwalks @nohatarek17 @rickneganmorganlincoln @ayodaddydom @jmackie1983 @sherrilynn67 @mybsknees @theatricalbride @negans-network @jeffreydeanmorganrarechar 
People who I can’t tag: @naughtybellax
SPECIAL THANKS TO @khyharah FOR PROOFREADING IT…I SERIOUSLY LOVE HER AND ALL THAT SHE DOES FOR ME AND MY WRITING. #1 PROOFREADER RIGHT THERE. 

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LOVE.exe

“I don’t have much time left… You need to promise me this, I beg you. I did my best to build you and now you’re more than just a robot. I made you so well that I can’t even call you my experiment anymore because it just doesn’t feel right,” the man sniffed, trying not to cry. He felt a warm, human-like touch on his shoulder when the robot boy placed his hand on it. “Please, I will do anything, Mr Father.” His voice was soft and calm. It almost carried real feelings but of course robots couldn’t feel emotions. This one was special though. He could experience something similar to actual human feelings, thanks to a certain file in his programme called LOVE.exe. “Promise me that you will protect my little daughter at all costs. When I’m gone, you have to be her brother, her father, her hero… Don’t let her cry and be everything I couldn’t because I spent her childhood making robots in this basement. I lost her mother because of my foolish project but I can’t lose my girl. I don’t know if I will ever come back home. I don’t know if they let me see you again.” “I promise. She will feel like home. It is her home anyway.”

10 years later

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anonymous asked:

Sebastian wanting to ask you out but being nervous about the age gap? So you're in your early twenties and he isn't sure if he should ask you out since you are so young. Love your writing babe!!

Originally posted by steveandsam

In the beginning, before Tom Holland showed up, you were the youngest to join the MCU as a superhero. You had worked on the Iron Man movies, plus Avengers Assemble before meeting Sebastian, who plays Bucky Barnes AKA Winter Soldier. 

As soon as he met you, he had a quick liking to you, you were witty and intelligent and you acted older than him sometimes. You had this air of confidence but the way you blush whenever someone compliments you, your shy smile and nervous qualities, let’s Seb know the confident you isn’t really you. 

Over the course of filming Captain America:Civil War, Sebastian had spent every moment possible with you, which was a bad thing. He progressively liked you a little more, till it was more than just friends and it was bad a problem! Normally, he’d ask a girl out, take a chance and hope they didn’t reject; this time was different. You were young, only just turned 23 and you had only been in the limelight for a few years, he didn’t want to subject you to bad press just cause of dating him. 

The age gap was a problem for people, especially, in the Hollywood circuit, people talk and some fans would say stuff. He really liked you and at the same time, it was that likening that made him not want to ask, also he wasn’t really sure if you liked him back. 

“Are you gonna keep watching her like a creep or actually ask her out?” Mackie’s voice pulled Seb out of his trance, glaring over his shoulder.

“I’m not a creep, I’m observing the area, and I can’t ask (Y/N) out.” He crossed his arms over his chest, uncomfortable due to the fake metal arm.

“Observing for what? Assassins? Just go ask her out, you like her, she probably finds you attractive,” Mackie shrugs, leaning against the trailer beside them “you shouldn’t think so much, there are plenty of Hollywood couples who have an age gap, be one of them.” 

Sebastian nodded, “okay, you’re right, I’m gonna go ask her” he didn’t sound too confident about that, causing Mackie to yell.

“YO, (Y/N) WANNA GO ON A DATE WITH SEBASTIAN?” Seb turned to his friend with wide, frightened eyes.

(Send in drabble prompts/ smut/angst/fluff for the Avengers or Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan- Ro)

Can You Keep A Secret - Sehun feat. a BTS member (Part 11)

Originally posted by daenso

A/N: I MISSED THIS STORY SO MUCH OMG hah, since almost all my college nightmare is over, I had to get back to this, and the blog of course, if you didn’t notice, I’m posting something everyday , I had to read my story all over again so I could remember all I had in mind for it hah, i’m so sorry for abandoning ya, but it was one hell of a crazy year and now i’m totally back so yay

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 /Part 4/ Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10

You had convinced yourself not to go to the stupid party Sehun’s family is throwing but maybe curiosity was getting the best of you , and maybe you saw that as an  opportunity to put Sehun in his place after he just disappeared and then came back thinking he could just make things right when he was an ally to his criminal parents who kidnapped you a month ago.

So you decided to go to the party , but with someone , more specifically a guy , he was new to your school and to the city , he was pretty quiet but you’ve been chatting on your art classes , the guy was pretty talented , you could admit, he also told you he liked singing , that plus being cute , seemed perfect. 

It’s not like you were only using him, since you would really appreciate the company , so you shyly asked him if he would go with you and after a long time thinking he said ;

“Isn’t this party the one hosted by the guy who you were screaming with the other day downstairs ?“ 

"Oh , so you caught that” , you said feeling slightly embarrassed.

“I was going to ask you if everything was alright since you seemed pretty troubled but then he approached you and well, you looked angrier than ever, so, I asked someone and apparently this guy is like your on and off boyfriend isn’t he?”

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Wasn’t Joking (F!Corrin x Shura)


Shura looked up from his plate at the sound of ruckus on the other side of the table. He tilted his head in confusion as Corrin sat down across from him. They were in the mess hall eating and Shura was in his usual spot in a corner far away from the others.

“Oh, I’m sorry, is this seat taken?” Corrin asked, her lips curled into a knowing smirk.

“No, no, have a seat,” Shura told her. “Just still not used to eating with company.”

This had been a trend the last few weeks. Shura was used to eating alone. He often shooed away anyone who would approach him in asking if he wanted company, but only Corrin was stubborn enough to sit and eat with him anyways. Now she had made it a habit of sitting down and eating with him on a daily basis. They had bonded a lot over the time and Shura had become quite fond of Corrin, but it still threw him off every time she sat down across from him.

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good hands

A birthday ficlet for @jaradel, in Marching Band AU verse. It refers back to Extra Practice. Happy birthday!

There ain’t no party like a marching band party. There’s frat parties, of course, but a marching band party is an animal all its own. Imagine all the crazy and all the loud music and alcohol abuse and bizarre party games, but give a good majority of the participants expensive musical instruments.

Things get wild.

Bitty makes his way through the swarm of people, nearly getting socked in the eye by a swinging trumpet as he goes. He mumbles a litany of “‘scuse me… so sorry… gotta get thru… excuse me!” that nobody acknowledges, and pads his way past Holster and Ransom before they try to rope him into their bizarre beatboxing competition. Finally, he creeps up the stairs and into his room, then eases out the window onto the Band Haus Official Reading Room.

He’s not alone out here.

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Her Laughter

Fandom: Fairy Tail

Pairing: Nalu

Rated: T for some minor swearing

Summary: He never thought he’d miss the sounds of his neighbour until he realized he never heard her laugh anymore.

Thanks to @x-benihime for helping me out with this. You rock ^.^

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“Ahhh Happy what am I going to do? I feel like I haven’t slept in forever!” Natsu moaned as he sat on his couch, his blue cat purring on his lap. For the past few weeks there had been constant noise from the apartment next to his, whether it was obnoxious laughter, singing, or even (what he hoped) dancing. Needless to say, Natsu was not impressed. Not to say that he hadn’t complained to his neighbour, a pretty blond girl who was pretty weird in his opinion. He complained every chance he got, and it would work for a few days where he’d have some peace and quiet, but then it would start up again. 

Natsu sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. If he weren’t such a good person, he would have gone to the landlord about the noise, but he refrained.
It didn’t have anything to do with the fact that Natsu may or may not like the blonde haired beauty named Lucy.

He just really missed sleep, and it was almost the time where whoever it was who came over would be there and they’d be having the time of their lives.
But no one showed up tonight.

Natsu, at first, attributed it to the fact that she listened to his complaints and they were either being quieter, or she was going to whoever’s house instead of them coming over. 

Two weeks later however, and the apartment was still eerily quiet.

Natsu almost missed the noise.


He was going to go crazy, he decided.

Another week passed and still, there was just quiet. He was starting to get worried, he didn’t see the blonde around the building much anymore either. He’d usually run into her in the elevator or even doing laundry, but lately those occurrences have been slim to none. 

He was starting to miss the noise. Mostly because he could no longer hear her laughter, something he never got to experience in person since they haven’t really had a long conversation.

But damn it, he had to do something, for both of their sakes.

So that’s how he ended up outside her apartment door, debating whether or not he should actually knock. Because what was he going to say? “Hi, so I know we’ve never had a proper conversation before but I really miss your laughter because I could hear it in my apartment and no I’m not a creep I swear but what’s wrong? Because something is obviously wrong.” Yeah right, like he’d say that. 

By this point his hair was a mess, having run his hands through it over a dozen times. He already got a few weird looks from his neighbours passing by, and he knew if he didn’t do something soon someone was bound to do something, like call the landlord, or even the cops.

And Natsu didn’t particularly feel like going to jail today.

So with that terrifying thought, he raised his fist and knocked on the door, shifting from one foot to another, desperately trying to think of what the hell he was going to say.

Maybe he really was a creep.

A few minutes passed and there was still no answer at the door, so he knocked again before he could lose the little amount of courage he gathered. He knew for a fact (he swore he was not a creep just observant) that she was home, her car was out in the lot and he hadn’t see her go out of the building that day, having been roaming the halls and talking to his friends who also lived there.

So why wasn’t she answering?

“Hey, Lucy?” he tried calling out, hoping she could hear him. “Uh, it’s Natsu, your neighbour. I was just wondering if you were okay, you know, cause, uh, you seem pretty down lately?” his hands were starting to sweat, so he wiped them on his pants while he waiting for an answer that never came. He knocked again. “Lucy, I just wanna help. If you wanna talk or whatever, I’m just next door. Well, uh, that’s it I guess? Okay, bye!” 

He never ran away from something as quickly as he did just then in his whole life, and he probably never would again.

Which was too bad, because he missed the door to apartment 217 open just a creek, with a blonde haired girl behind the door with tears in her eyes. 


Another week passed and Natsu still didn’t hear anything from Lucy. He was 100% certain he fucked up and wanted to curl up into a ball and never leave his apartment again in order to save himself from utter embarrassment. But he needed food, and food was more important than his dignity.

With his keys in one hand and his jacket in the other, he stood in front of his door, preparing himself for what was waiting for him on the outside. He knew for a fact that the moment Gray saw him he wouldn’t be able to live down what happened. He had texted him as much, anyway. 

Putting his jacket on, he reached for the door knob and took a deep breath. “You got this Natsu. Gray is just a little ice princess who doesn’t matter.”

But before he could open the door, a quiet, almost inaudible knock sounded on his door.

“Huh?” Odd, he thought. Nobody ever came to his apartment, since they knew it was like a hurricane had hit it; even though he did clean up this past week in the hope that Lucy would come over.

Oh, Lucy!

But he highly doubted it. He had made a fool of himself, why would she only come over now?

In any case, he opened the door, and was pleasantly surprised when it was Lucy who stood in front of his door, eyes downcast, holding one wrist in her other hand, a slight blush adorning her cheeks. 

But it wasn’t out of embarrassment. 

She was crying.

He stood there in shock, barely even able to register what was going on before she launched herself onto him, her sobs becoming louder and more defined. Quickly backing up into his apartment, he kicked the door shut with his foot, wrapping his arms around the blonde. He guided them over to his couch, gently helping her down, his arms still encased around her. Not quite knowing what to say, because he was never very good with emotions (plus this was really quite random and he had no idea why she was crying), he just let her cry into his shirt.

“I’m sorry,” she sniffled after a while, her sobs fading into silent tears. “I don’t know why I came here.”

He rubbed her arms, trying his best to make her feel better. “It’s okay, I offered didn’t I?” He felt her shake her head against his chest, her arms starting to loosen up around him. 

Suddenly he felt something soft and furry wrap around his legs, and he suddenly remembered Happy. Hesitantly, Natsu unwrapped his arms from around Lucy and leaned down to pick up his little blue friend. “Hey buddy, this is Lucy, do you wanna say hi?” Happy meowed, and Natsu took that as a sign that he did indeed want to say hello. Lucy blinked at the cat, probably wondering why he was blue of all colours, before leaning away from Natsu and holding out her arms. 

“Hey there cutie,” she cooed as he passed her his cat. Happy cuddle up right into her arms, closing his eyes and purring as she starting to stroke his fur. She looked up at Natsu, her face tear stained but still beautiful, in his opinion. “Why is his blue?”

Chuckling, Natsu reached over and scratched Happy behind his ears. “Not too sure really, I just found him like that. Probably has some dark scary backstory, but he’s happy now and that’s all that really matters right?”

“Yeah.”

And for the first time in a long time, Natsu saw Lucy smile.

He only hoped that it wouldn’t be long before he heard her laugh again.