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bungou-stray-dingus · 4 years

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hey!! Can I request chuuya and dazai with a s/o that’s on her period and she has to go through period cramps? I really love your writing a lot hehe

a/n : I hope you enjoy this! I added a little bonus part for this request and I hope you like the little bonus. If you do like the bonus, please don't hesitate to ask for more pieces that include bonus parts. Also.. F*** AN ANGRY UTERUS! I hate period cramps, they are awful. Much Love, DINGUS!

Dazai

When he walked in he was used to you being there to greet him with a warm smile, a hug, and a brief kiss before pulling him to the couch to cuddle with him. That's why he slightly panicked, his eyes scanning the living room before landing on the small form on the couch covered with multiple blankets. He walked over to inspect and he saw you there, your lips turned down in a little pout, your brows pulled together and your grip on the edge of the blanket tightened as another cramp began.

"Is it that time again?" He asked, squatting down next to you. You had on one of your hoodies, the hood pulled up and the strings drawn so the hood closed in around your face. He thought you looked adorable, especially when your bottom lip jutted out and you slowly nodded your head. "I'll order some take out, and we'll just relax for the evening, how about that?" You perked up a little and he kissed the tip of your nose before standing up straight.

He had been with you long enough to know that your period would have you out of commission for the amount of time it lasted. The pain it caused differed every month, sometimes your cramps wouldn't have any affect on you at all, they were small and didn't cause you much pain. Other times they'd have you doubled over in pain, crying as you wrapped your arms around your abdomen, your breath coming out as hisses through your teeth. This seemed like one of the latter times, and he knew that the most awful cramps lasted the first two or three days.

He always did his best to help comfort you through these times every month, whether it be with extra cuddles and kisses or with jokes that most other people would think are stupid and ridiculous. He didn't fully understand how much pain you were in, but he hated seeing you even wince whenever you got a cramp. He wasn't the biggest fan of pain himself, and seeing his beautiful belladonna in so much pain hurt him just as much.

He cared about you a lot, but he also wanted to use your period to his advantage as well. You would scoff at him from your small cocoon of blankets on the couch when he would call Kunikida and tell him that he couldn't come into work because you were on your period. Since it was Dazai, he didn't really care if Kunikida said no and he would end up staying home with you anyway. It was only during the beginning of your period though, and on those days he would grab all the blankets from around the house and wrap the two of you in them. You would rest your head on his chest and he would help hold the heating pad on your stomach, the blankets were wrapped tightly around the two of you, only your heads peaking out from the tops. He would rent a bunch of movies and marathon them with you all morning and afternoon, only getting up to reheat the pad on your stomach or when either of you had to use the restroom.

After the movie marathon was over he would carefully move you off his chest (which was very hard considering how tightly wound the blankets were) and go to the kitchen to either start making dinner or just order something to eat. You would watch him with lidded eyes, trying to fight off sleep as he worked over the stove. He would curse under his breath whenever he got burnt or something taste as he had expected. Usually you two would end up eating carry out in the end, he wasn't the best chef, but it was the thought that counts and you appreciated the attempt none the less.

After eating he would clean up the mess, it was the only time he willingly did all the cleaning, it showed you that he cared and that he loved you. He wasn't the most cleanly person, and when you weren't on your period you would do most (all) the cleaning around the apartment, so you slightly enjoyed having the small break, even if it came with the horrendous cramps.

He would run you a warm bath so that you could fully relax before bed, and whether you wanted him in there with you or not, he would either have a towel in the drier warming up for when you get out, picking out your comfiest pajamas and having the bed set up for you to quickly climb into and fall asleep. If he was in the bathroom with you, he would have a warm rag, holding it against your neck while rubbing soothing circles into your scalp. He would have a few candles lit, burning on the sink counter and the edges of the bathtub, anything to help your mind and your body relax.

All in all, he's very supportive and caring of you when you're on your period, and he just wants you to be in as little pain as possible. He wouldn't hover, but he'd make sure that you had everything you need, plus a couple smaller things that he thought would make you feel a little better, anything to make that little pout on your face turn into a smile.

Chuuya

He knew exactly when your period was due. The dates were marked in his calendar on his phone months before, he had calculated them all accordingly. Not only was it so that he knew when to be stocked up on pads or tampons or both, but also so he knew what days to prepare for your menstrual induced hormone changes. Chuuya knew that your cramps were painful, and he made sure that there was enough Midol and Ibuprofen in the house to last through your entire period.

When he got the alert on his phone that your period was due he was sure to text you immediately. If you said anything about cramping or being in pain he would drop everything at work and come to you, pulling you into his arms as soon as he saw you, pressing kisses along any open skin he could find. "Is my princess in pain?" He whisper, dragging his lips along the shell of your ear. It didn't help that you were far more sensitive to his touch when your hormones were raging, but when he was doing these types of things it made it hard for you to remember that you were bleeding. That is, until another cramp set in and your hands would move up to your abdomen, feeling like the only way to keep yourself from breaking in half was to use your hands to hold yourself together.

You nodded slowly, biting your bottom lip as you waited for the pain to subside. He walked you to the bedroom and helped you into the bed, giving your the fluffiest pillows to prop your head up on. As soon as he knew you were comfortable he would run to the bathroom, grabbing the heating pad from underneath the sink and fill it with warm water. He carefully placed it on your lower abdomen and watched as you took a deep breath, feeling the warmth run through your body and soothe your angry uterus. "You know, I could stop this for nine months if you'd like..." Chuuya said, and you weren't sure if he was serious or if he was joking. His voice was always so stern, so you could never tell when he was being sarcastic and if this was one of those moments.

"Don't make me laugh, it hurts." You said, rolling your eyes at him. He shrugged before kissing your forehead and getting up off the bed. "Well, the offer still stands. How about you get some sleep." He said while tucking you in. He walked out of the room, but how could you possibly sleep with what he said fresh in your mind? Sure, periods sucked and they were painful, but they were definitely not as painful as labor and growing an entire child in your womb.

He sat on the couch and pulled out his phone, he wanted to get you some things, things that would brighten your day. He couldn't exactly make the cramps go away, not right now at least, but he could at least get you stuff to make you smile, make you happy, maybe even forget about the pain for a little bit.

After he finished ordering the items he slid his phone back into his pocket and went to the kitchen. He pulled out the recipe for your favorite meal and began cooking. He wasn't the greatest chef in the world, but he knew how to flavor things well enough that they tasted good, and he didn't burn down the entire apartment complex.

He kept the bedroom door cracked open so he would be able to hear even the slightest whimper of pain from you. If he did, he would turn off the burners and rush into the room, kneeling on the floor next to the bed and holding your hand, helping you breathe through the cramp. He would get a wash clothe and run it under cold water to dampen it before placing it on your forehead. He knew that you would sometimes work up a sweat when your cramps got really bad, and he wanted nothing more than for you to be comfortable.

When he finished cooking dinner, if your periods were really bad, he would serve you your dinner in bed. He would sit next to you, both your legs stretched out, balancing your plates on your laps. He would have his laptop in between both your legs, loading up either your favorite movies or watching YouTube videos that would make you chuckle lightly. He adored your laughter, and he loved hearing it, especially after hearing your whimpers of pain, it let him know that you were okay.

After eating he would take your plate and stack it on his and place it on the bedside table, he would get to it later, all he wanted to do now was hold you close against him. Chuuya cuddles always helped you to forget about your cramps, and sometimes, almost like it was magic, having his arms around you was better pain relief than the pills in the cabinet. You would bury your face in his chest while he sang to you softly, the vibrations in his chest, the sound of his heartbeat, and the soothing tone of his voice all mixed together was enough to have you falling fast asleep.

He would cradle you a little longer before slipping his arm out from underneath you ever so carefully, making sure to not wake you with the movement. He would clean up the dinner mess, not wanting to leave anything out that you would try to clean yourself. He didn't want you to feel like you had to strain yourself while you were on your period, even if you told him that you wanted to help clean he would quickly object your offer and tell you to go get comfortable on the couch or in the bed. After he finished cleaning he would make his way back into the bedroom, his arms outstretched, knowing that you would habitually gravitate towards the warmth of his body. When you did move into his arms they would enclose you, keeping you close against him, his lips softly brushing against your temple, your forehead, and your cheeks before he allowed himself to fall asleep as well.

Chuuya... this boy... he wanted only the best for his Queen. If you were in pain, he would do anything to stop it. (That offer of stopping it for nine months was legit, he would do ANYTHING). You could ask this boy for anything and he would do it. Hugs? GOT IT! Cuddles? He's already on the couch with his arms outstretched waiting for you. Kisses? Honey you don't need to ask, his lips are on yours before you can even ask. Everything he does for you is done out of love, and he fricking LOVES you.

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sunflowerweasleys · 6 years

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That Was.. Wow

Requested: No

Word Count: 1637

Summary: Steve stopped talking to you after he started dating Nancy. Now he’s back in your life.

Steve Harrington. The one and only person who understood all of your problems at school within the last year. To be fair, it wasn’t Steve’s fault that these things happened. SATs in junior year are bound to stress anyone out. But it was his fault that he distanced himself from you.

Math class, senior year. You had started the year assuming that everything would be a breeze. After all, Will was safe, everything was seemingly back to normal. You were quite happy with your life. You weren’t head cheerleader or anything, but you were popular enough that people could recognize you in the halls and out in public. Former ‘King Steve’ sat right next to you in math. The same King Steve that had dropped you for Nancy.

To be fair, you’re still good friends with Nance. Even after her breakup with Steve, you two remained close, partly because Steve shut you out, but mostly because Nancy Wheeler is one hell of a good friend. She had always been there for you in the past, so it was only fair that you were there for her.

Even when she started dating Jonathan a few weeks after she dumped Steve. Which left the boy heartbroken yet again. Only this time, Steve wanted to talk to you about what had happened.

Which is why you’re currently sitting next to him on the hood of his car in the middle of the night, out in the middle of nowhere, gazing up at the stars. Wearing his jacket.

“It’s just, I thought she really loved me. I thought she was the one, Y/N.” Steve said quietly, as if there was someone other than you that would hear him in this rare moment of weakness.

“Look, Harrington. I know this doesn’t mean much coming from me, but I think you’re an amazing guy and Nance was lucky to have you.” You said, matching his quiet tone.

Steve looked at you, causing you to look over at him as well. You expected to see sadness shining in his eyes, but instead you were met with wonder and interest. It was almost as if he couldn't believe you thought of him that way. You smiled softly, nudging his side gently.

“You're a catch, Steve Harrington.” You said, laughing slightly.

“That means a lot coming from you, Y/N. You’re the Queen of Hawkins High.” Steve said simply, smiling as if you'd just told him he'd won a million dollars.

“Me? The queen of Hawkins? No way, Harrington. You're crazy.” You replied, laughing. There was no way that people actually held you that high in their heads. You were lying to Billy when you had said that.

“I’m just glad you’re here with me instead of being somewhere on a date with Billy.” Steve said, his voice becoming quiet once more, “He doesn't deserve you.”

“He's an asshole and a total flirt, Steve.” You said, sighing, “Do you honestly think I’d go for someone like that?”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Steve said, nodding as he looked back up at the sky, “Do you still think I’m an asshole like you did last year?”

“No.” You said simply. It was a brief and quick answer, but it was true.

Steve had changed. He was no longer the flirt of the school, or a heartless asshole. He babysits the young boys of the party. Mike, Dustin, Will, Lucas, they all love him. Dustin especially.

Steve had taken Dustin under his wing, and Dustin had immediately accepted Steve as his older brother/father figure in a way. He helped him with demodogs as well as the Snowball. He had even given Dustin tips on how to do his hair. It was adorable.

Steve Harrington had an interesting personality. He was hard to read at times, but at other times, he was an open book. His eyes showed so much emotion when he truly cared deeply about something.

Which is why when you see the way his eyes light up when you answer his question, your heart skips a beat or two.

Wait, when did your heart start doing that flippy over thing when Steve looked at you?

You look away from Steve and back at the sky, trying to fight the heat rising to your cheeks. It is November, so you could blame it on the cold weather, but Steve would see right through that facade.

“You know, Y/N, I never thanked you for what you did.” Steve broke the silence, glancing at you for a brief moment.

“Stay away from my kids.” You said, glaring daggers into Billy, “And stay the hell away from Steve.”

“Oh, now Harrington has to have his little girlfriend stand up for him? Did Nancy Wheeler really knock him that far away from his throne?” Billy spat, crossing his arms.

“Steve was never on the throne.” You said, crossing your arms in return, “I was, and I still am. You don't run this school, Hargrove. I do. Stay the hell away from all of us, or it won't be just your pretty little car that gets hurt next time.”

“It was nothing.” You replied quietly, pulling Steve's jacket closer to your body, “He tried to kill the kids, and he beat the shit out of you. I couldn't let him get away with that.”

Steve nodded, smiling softly, thinking about how he had shown up at your door, his face a bloody mess after Billy had gotten to him.

You opened the door, only to be met with a bruised and bloody Steve Harrington.

“Steve, what the fuck happened?” You asked, quickly pulling him inside and dragging him to the bathroom.

“Oh, you know, just me being clumsy.” Steve said, laughing slightly before wincing at the pain in his side.

You frowned, sitting him down on the side of the bathtub, rushing to grab the first aid kit from the cabinet.

“I don't believe you.” You said quietly, moving over to him to clean the cuts on his face, “Your lip is split.”

“Really? I didn't notice.” Steve said, flinching when you cleaned the cuts.

“Yeah, shut up, Harrington.” You said, pulling him up after wiping all the blood away, “Follow me.”

Steve followed you down to the kitchen, sitting at the table once you got there. He caught the bag of frozen peas you tossed him, holding it to his eye.

“Any special instructions, Nurse Y/N?” Steve asked, smiling softly.

“No kissing anyone until that lip heals.” You said, grinning, “Oh, and clean the cuts on your face every day.”

“Got it.” Steve said, nodding and standing up, walking over to you, hugging you tightly, “Thank you.”

“Y/N, can I ask you something?” Steve said, looking over at you.

“Yeah, of course. What is it?” You asked, looking at him as well, noticing how the moonlight shined onto his face.

“Why are you here with me right now when you could be literally anywhere else?” Steve asked quietly, swallowing slightly.

“Because I care about you, Steve. I don't want you to go through anything alone. You don't deserve that.” You replied, matching his tone.

“Well, yeah I guess, but why? I don't deserve you as a friend or anything more.” Steve said, looking down at the ground.

“Can I ask you a question?” You said, looking down at the ground as well, thinking for a moment.

“Go for it.” Steve mumbled, low enough that you wouldn't have heard him if it weren't for being in the middle of nowhere.

“Why are we out here? We could be at my place watching a movie or something.” You replied, looking up at the sky again.

“I like the quiet sometimes, Y/N.” Steve teased, nudging your side, “Especially when I'm with my favorite girl.”

“I’m your favorite girl?” You asked, looking over at him. Surely he was kidding? You hadn't helped him that much tonight.

“Well, duh.” Steve said, looking at you, grinning, “You're honestly my favorite person. You make me feel like I can be myself.”

“Man, of course you can be yourself. You're a special guy, Steve.” You said, smiling at him.

“Can I ask another question?” Steve said after a moment, looking at the sky again.

“You just did, Harrington.” You replied, laughing slightly as you looked back up.

“Oh shut up, Y/L/N. I was trying to be serious.” Steve said, laughing as you did. He turned back to you, playfully rolling his eyes.

“Okay okay. Ask away.” You said, nodding and looking over at him.

“Can I kiss you?” Steve questioned breathlessly, licking his lips.

You nodded, not trusting your voice at the moment. He leant over, pressing his lips to yours, causing you to immediately melt into the kiss.

You moved closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and experimentally tugged on his hair, causing him to groan slightly into the kiss and wrap his arms around your waist.

You both pulled away after several moments, leaving both of you breathless. You smiled, laughing and resting your head in the crook of his neck.

“That was..” Steve started, holding you close to his chest.

“Wow.” You finished for him, pressing a small kiss to his neck before pulling away.

“Exactly. That was wow. I’m so glad I did that.” Steve said, grinning as he brushed a piece of hair out of your face.

“Well, Steve Harrington, would you do me the honor of being my King?” You asked, feeling your heart skip a beat when he looked up at you with major heart eyes.

“Oh my god, yes, of course.” Steve said quickly, jumping off the hood of the car. He grabbed your hand, pulling you off the hood as well before kissing you softly and hugging you tightly.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington imagine #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #billy hargrove #reader insert #steve harrington x you

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superfreakerz · 7 years

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Roommate Needed

I wrote this for Nalu Day but I never ended up posting it. It's my first oneshot, which I found harder to write than multi-chapter fics. But anyways, here is my first oneshot.

Rated T for language.

Summary: AU. Lucy is in need of a new place to live and stumbles across a sketchy flyer from someone looking for a new roommate. Little did she know at the time that the sketchy flyer just so happened to be one of the greatest things life had given her.

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Roommate Needed!

Lucy Heartfilia stopped in her tracks and snatched the flyer off of the library's bulletin board. The simple, white piece of paper with those two words and a single phone number at the bottom-right corner was like a gift sent from the gods. The girl had been searching for months for a new place to live that was in her budget- her low budget, mind you.

Her current apartment was in her budget but didn't have enough amenities. The place had no air conditioning, her bedroom was cramped, there was no on-site laundromat, and water, electricity, and trash were not included in the rent. Worse than that, however, was the fact that there was no bathtub. Instead, there was a standup shower.

But worst of all was her roommate. While her roommate, Brandish, was a nice girl that Lucy considered a friend, she was a terrible roommate. Brandish was a tad lazy, saving off chores and forcing Lucy to do all of them herself. She also skimmed out on some of the rent every other month. Too kind to say anything about it, the girl allowed it to continue and picked up extra shifts at the library to be able to pay for everything. But being a junior in college, extra shifts cut into her schoolwork. Having to end working overtime, she was left unable to continue paying for so much.

Which led Lucy to where she was now.

Lucy frowned and flipped the paper to the other side to see if there was any more information. Unfortunately, it was blank. The flyer only contained a phone number, not even the name of the person renting it out. Was it sketchy? Definitely. But hey, she was desperate. It wouldn't hurt to make a call, right?

After clocking out and saying goodbye to her boss, an old man named Crux, Lucy slung the straps of her backpacks over her shoulders and ventured outside. The sky was dark and full of twinkling stars, stars that she had loved staring at. She was able to see her breath as she exhaled due to the chilly air.

Walking home took about twenty minutes for Lucy- had it not been night, it would've been closer to thirty. The walking distance to the school was one of the few good features about her apartment. Admittedly, it did make her question moving. But there was always the bus considering it was free for students enrolled at Magnolia University.

With a heavy sigh, Lucy opened the door to her apartment, ready to see what kind of mess Brandish had made while she was gone. As always, dishes were piled in the sink and food was left on the counter. The scent of weed filled her nostrils, which wasn't surprising. Brandish was an avid stoner. Lucy was offered to take a hit when she first moved in with the green-headed girl but turned her down. She wasn't into all of that stuff.

Brandish, who was lounging only in her underwear and an untied robe, lifted a hand and greeted, "Hey." Her eyes were dull, just like her voice. Though she seemed uninterested, she was actually a curious girl. Nice but strange.

Lucy waved back and smiled. "Hey, Brandi. How was your day?"

"Boring. You?"

Remembering the flyer that she stuffed in her bag, the blonde replied, "Boring so far, but we'll see."

Lucy then excused herself into her room, closing the door behind her. As any other good roommate, she had told Brandish months in advance that she was planning to move. Brandish took it well, saying that she could have another friend of theirs, Cana- a spunky brunette with a love for all things alcoholic- to room with her.

Grabbing the flyer from her bag, Lucy dialed the number into her cellphone. Biting her lower lip anxiously, the blonde listened as the phone rang until finally somebody picked up.

"Hello?" someone called out. It was a boy with a voice that wasn't deep nor too high. In Lucy's opinion, it was just right.

"U-Umm, hi," Lucy stammered. "I am calling about a flyer posted in the library about a needed roommate."

"Oh, that's awesome!" the boy exclaimed. "When do you wanna check the place out?"

"Check the place out? Don't you think you should tell me a bit about it first? Your flyer wasn't too informative."

"Well duh. That's because you're supposed to look at it in person."

Lucy scoffed. "What if your place isn't what I'm looking for? That means I would've driven there for nothing. Just tell me about it first!"

"Alright, alright. It's got four bedrooms. One is mine, one is the Stripper's- pretty much Juvia's too since she's always here- and another is Lug Nuts'. We're looking for a fourth roommate since Erza moved out."

Lucy wondered about the strange names and thought about hanging up right then and there. After all, one of their aliases was Stripper. She wasn't sure she was comfortable living with someone known for stripping. Hell, she wasn't sure she was comfortable living with a guy in the first place.

"Umm, got anything else to tell me about it?" Lucy asked, temporarily pushing those thoughts to the side.

"There's two bathrooms. Stripper and Lug Nuts share one and I would share the other with you if you decide to move in."

"About the bathroom, is there a tub?"

"Huh? Yeah, there's a tub. Why?"

"Nothing. How is the living room? And the kitchen?"

"Living room is pretty big. And the kitchen is alright but none of us really use it much. We usually eat fast food."

"You eat fast food every day?"

"Well none of us know how to cook, so yeah."

Lucy decided not to mention that she was a decent cook. She didn't want to get the boy's hopes up when she wasn't sure she was going to move in. In fact, it wasn't looking too good at the moment. Perhaps if the price was good, she would consider it. But she doubted it would be enough to change her mind about living with a stripper.

"How much is the place anyways?" Lucy inquired, expecting the worst.

"Three hundred," the boy answered.

Lucy choked on her spit and began to sputter like a fool. There was no way she heard that right. "Three hundred?"

"Yep."

"What is that, per week?"

"What? No way! It's per month!"

Lucy nearly fainted from happiness. "I'd love to check it out! Can I come by tomorrow!?"

He gave a boyish chuckle, which sent a faint heat throughout the girl's body for some reason she couldn't explain. "Yeah!" He gave her the address, which she jotted down on the flyer.

"Alright! I'll swing by after my three o'clock class. Sound good?"

"Yosh! I'm all fired up!"

Lucy was about to hang up the phone before his voice called out to her again.

"Wait!" he shouted. "What's your name?"

"I'm Lucy."

"Got a last name to go with that?"

The girl frowned and chomped down and her lower lip. She was hesitant about giving the guy her full name when this whole thing could be a scam. "Nope, just Lucy."

The boy laughed, much to her relief. "Well alright then, Just Lucy. I'm Natsu! See you tomorrow!"

With a wide grin, she replied, "Okay! See you then!"

With that, Lucy squealed to herself and hugged her favorite plush toy, a snowman she named Plue. She couldn't wait to check out the apartment. But for now, she had a lot of homework that needed to get done.

"Do you want to hang out since you don't work today, Lu-chan?"

Lucy frowned apologetically at her best friend and shook her head. "Sorry, Levy-chan. I can't hang out today. I'm checking out an apartment."

Levy was Lucy's first and best friend since she enrolled in college. She was a petite girl with bright, messy blue locks of hair that stood out among the sea of students. Well, it would have if she wasn't hidden due to her short height. She was a junior as well, though she was majoring in Linguistics while Lucy was majoring in Creative Writing. She also happened to be one of the smartest students at Magnolia University and was offered a full-ride scholarship.

"You found a place?" Levy asked, a wide grin forming on her face.

Lucy mirrored the expression and nodded giddily. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out the flyer and handed it to her friend. "I did! Get this, it's only three hundred a month!"

"You're kidding! What's wrong with it?"

"I don't know, that's what I'm going to find out today. The guy that's renting it out made it sound nice though."

Levy stopped and stared at the blonde as if she had grown another head. "Whoa, whoa, wait. The guy?"

Lucy chuckled and rubbed the back of her head. She was hoping Levy wouldn't catch that. "U-Umm, yeah. Guy."

"You're planning on living with a boy!?"

"Don't say it so loud! And I don't know… We would have our own rooms, we would just share the bathroom. And he seemed the least strange of all the people that live there."

"Who else lives there?"

"Someone he calls Stripper and another one called Lug Nuts."

"That is weird. Is that where you're heading to now?"

"Yep."

Levy furrowed her brows and gave her friend a skeptical look. "You're going to a house where a boy and his friends are waiting? The house with the sketchy flyer? By yourself? When you're a cute girl?"

Lucy groaned and dragged a hand over her face. "What is this, twenty questions? Yes to all of them."

"Are you sure that's a good idea? You know what, you don't even have to answer that. I'm coming with you."

"No, Levy-chan. You don't have to do-"

"I'm coming whether you want me to or not, Lu-chan. So we can either argue all the way there or you can accept it now."

Lucy gave a long sigh in defeat. "Well then, let's get going."

The walk was longer than they expected, taking them a little over forty-five minutes. The bus would have to be her method of transportation if she moved there since she didn't have a car and didn't intend on buying one soon.

To Lucy's surprise, Natsu's place wasn't an apartment. It was a white, one-story house in a not-so-decent condition. The paint was chipping in many different spots, there wasn't much of a yard (only a small patch of grass in front of both windows), and worst of all, there was something that looked a lot like dried blood on the front steps.

Lucy and Levy shared a glance and contemplated turning around and never coming back. Yet the cheap rent had the former hesitantly approaching the door. Raising a loosely formed fist, she was about to knock on the green door when it was suddenly thrown open, revealing a boy that appeared around their age.

Lucy admittedly thought the boy was strange looking at first, solely because she had never seen a boy that looked like him. Despite this, her heart still thrashed around her chest at the sight of him because damn was he hot. With tanned skin, the boy stood a head taller than her and peered into her eyes with his own onyx orbs. A wide grin was etched over his face, revealing particularly sharp incisors. His clothes brought a bright red hue to her cheeks as he was adorned in baggy white pants and a weird vest with only one sleeve. He wasn't even wearing anything underneath and was showing off a perfectly chiseled set of abs. The strangest thing about him, however, was his pink hair.

"Yo!" the boy greeted. Lucy was immediately able to recognize his voice as Natsu's. "Is one of you Lucy?"

"U-Umm, that's me," Lucy answered, taking a step forward. "And this is my friend, Levy-chan. You're Natsu, right?"

"That's me! Wanna check the place out now?"

"I have two questions first," she replied. "First, were you looking out the peephole or something, waiting for me?"

"What? Of course not! That's creepy! I just have really good hearing."

"You're telling me that you heard us coming? Are the walls thin?"

"Nah. Metal Mouth and I have good hearing compared to everyone else. Ice Pick never hears it."

Lucy briefly wondered about the new nicknames but decided not to question it. "Okay, fine. Second, is this dried blood on the cement?"

Natsu chuckled and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Yeah. But it's nothing weird, I promise! Stripper and I just got into a fight. Happens all the time."

"Yeah, because that's reassuring."

"C'mon, Luigi! It's no big deal, just a couple of brawls!"

"It's Lucy!"

"Ehh, whatever. You guys coming in or not?"

The two girls shared a look before shrugging. They already came this way, they should at least check it out. They followed Natsu inside the house. The design of the home was simple. Upon entering, they were in the living room. Going forward led to the open kitchen and to the left were two doors, which Lucy presumed to be two of the bedrooms. On the right were two other doors, which of course were the last bedrooms.

To Lucy's relief, the house was well-kept. There was no trash lying around, no dirty dishes, and the place didn't smell like weed. Already a huge improvement from her own place.

"You have a nice place," Levy mused, strolling around the home to get a feel of it.

"Thanks," Natsu replied, giving the short girl a grin.

"Where's the nearest laundromat?" Lucy asked.

"There's one on-site so you don't have to drive anywhere."

Lucy wanted to squeal from excitement. Taking the bus to the laundromat was one of her least favorite parts of her week. Carrying a laundry basket on the bus was embarrassing for her and perverts would always unashamedly stare at her undergarments.

"Can we see the room?" Levy asked, her eyes shining with curiosity.

"Sure," Natsu said with a shrug. He led the way towards the door to the right closer to the kitchen.

The room was decent sized, bigger than Lucy's current room. She could picture all of her stuff here. Her bed would go in the corner and her desk would be pushed in front of the window. That way, she could use natural light when she worked on her stories. So far, things were looking good. There was just one thing left to see.

"Can I see the bathroom?" Lucy asked. Upon Natsu nodding, the girl headed for the door that had to lead to the bathroom. Opening it, she found that the bathroom had another door connecting to Natsu's room and was a little cramped, but it didn't matter because there was a clean bathtub to make up for it. She absolutely loved taking long baths. Whether she was happy, sad, angry, or just bored, she would take an hour-long bath filled with bubbles to relax.

"It's perfect!" Lucy exclaimed, clasping her hands together.

"Really?" Natsu asked, arching a brow. "It's just a bathroom. And the paint is chipping off the counter, you know."

"I don't care. There's a bathtub and that's all I need."

Natsu stared quizzically at the girl. "You're weird. I like it!"

"I feel offended even though it was supposed to be a compliment."

The boy laughed, patting her on the shoulder. "C'mon, I'll introduce you to everyone else."

Lucy and Levy followed Natsu back out and watched in horror as he banged loudly on one of the doors, doing the same with the next.

"Open up, losers!" Natsu shouted. "Come meet our new roommate! Oh, and her friend!"

Lucy didn't bother telling him that she hadn't decided yet. She had a feeling it would go in one ear and out the other with him anyways.

Both doors were thrown open, bringing Lucy out of her thoughts and revealing two other boys. One was bulky with long, untamed black hair. His eyes were a deep and somewhat frightening shade of red. He wore all black and his overall image was that of a delinquent, especially with the multiple piercings on his face.

The other boy was leaner rather than bulky and his skin was paler. He had spiky, raven locks of hair and had equally dark eyes. Lucy could faintly see a scar hiding underneath his hair and over one of his eyebrows. A large necklace with a sword pendant hung around his neck. However, the most prominent- and unsettling- thing about the boy was that he was clad in nothing but boxers.

With that, it wasn't hard to tell who was Stripper and who was Lug Nuts.

"Don't bang on my door like that, flame freak," the shirtless boy said, his brows slanted in annoyance.

"What's this about our new roommate?" the other asked, crossing his buff arms over his chest and giving a hard stare to both girls, making them feel uneasy.

Natsu gestured towards Lucy and said, "This is Luigi-"

"Lucy!"

"And this is her friend, Levy. Lucy is thinking 'bout moving in with us. Oh, the Stripper is Gray. And that piece of scrap metal over there is my cousin Gajeel."

Lucy and Levy gave small bows while the boys dipped their heads. The shirtless one, Gray, continued to glance between Lucy and Natsu. The blonde turned to her friend to see how she was holding up only to find her in an intense staring match with Gajeel. Much to her surprise, Levy's cheeks were painted red and her mouth parted slightly. It wasn't hard for Lucy to tell that her friend was smitten.

"So you planning on moving in, Luce?" Natsu asked, bringing Lucy's attention back to him.

The blonde thought about correcting him again but decided she didn't mind her new nickname. It was much better than Luigi, after all. Instead, she focused on the more pressing matter. Should she move in with them?

She didn't know much about them and there was still the possibility that they were murderers or something. On the other hand, the rent was insanely cheap, her bedroom was nice, there was a laundromat, and the place was clean. What else could she possibly need?

"You know what? I'll take it," Lucy said, beaming at the boy.

"Really?" Levy questioned, finally tearing her gaze away from the boy that had her heart beating wildly in her chest. "You aren't even going to take some time to think it over?"

"Nope. I hate my apartment. I like this place. What more is there to think about?"

Levy had plenty in mind but chose not to push her friend. If this was what Lucy wanted to do, who was she to lecture her? Besides, though she found the boys strange, she had a good feeling they weren't evil or anything like that.

"Congratulations then, Lu-chan!" Levy said, wrapping her friend in a tight hug.

"Thanks, Levy-chan!" Lucy replied, her smile growing even wider. "When can I move in?"

"Whenever you want!" Natsu answered with a fanged grin. He went to his room and retrieved the contract for Lucy's lease. It wasn't anything too serious. After all, he made it himself. The main point of the contract was that he reserved the right to kick her out at any time if she didn't pay the rent or was a terrible roommate. But he doubted it would come to that.

Lucy stifled a squeal as she signed her name in neat cursive on her contract. With that, she had finally found her new home.

The next morning, Lucy eagerly got ready for her day. She didn't bother showering, knowing that she was going to work up a sweat that day. Instead, she got dressed into a pair of gym shorts and a loose tank top, slipping her feet into some tennis shoes.

It was time to finally move out.

Everyone decided yesterday that they would come help. Well, Gajeel complained at first but complied once he heard Levy was going to join in. Lucy wanted to tease him, for it was so obvious he was just as smitten for her tiny friend as she was for him.

A knock sounded at the door. Lucy quickly finished tying her hair up into a high pony before rushing to answer the door.

Levy immediately tackled her into a hug and greeted, "Morning, Lu-chan! You ready to move?"

"Yep!" Lucy answered, returning the hug. "The boys aren't here yet though. I barely slept at all last night because I was packing all of my stuff into boxes."

"It's not good to do a lot of manual labor without a good night's sleep!"

"I'll risk it just this once. Do you want to see my room? It looks a lot bigger now that everything is packed!"

Levy nodded eagerly, prompting them to rush into Lucy's room. Just as she had said, her room did look bigger. Her bed was still there along with her desk, but everything else being packed up left more space.

Not only did the place seem bigger, it was also cleaner now. Lucy was a normally tidy girl, never letting her room- or any room in her apartment for that matter- become dirty. She always washed her dishes, she never left clothes on the floor, and she even dusted every other day. But of course, there were some nooks and crannies that went unbothered. But now that she was moving, she cleaned every inch of the place so that she could ensure her security deposit.

"You're lucky Gray has a car," Levy said, situating herself onto the other girl's bed. "Otherwise you would've had to rent a moving truck."

"I know," Lucy replied, leaning against the wall. "And I'm sure Gajeel is going to be a great help. Did you see those arms of his? I'm sure he could lift all of my stuff without any trouble at all!"

"Oh believe me, I saw them," Levy answered, her cheeks turning pink. "What about you? You weren't discreet when you were checking out Natsu's abs!"

"Oh please! I barely even looked at him!"

"Whatever you have to tell yourself, Lu-chan!"

Lucy was about to retort when there was a loud knock at the door. With an eager grin, the blonde rushed out of her room again and opened the door to find her new roommates standing outside, their hands shoved in their pockets.

"Yo, Luce!" Natsu greeted with a fanged grin. "Ready to move out?"

"Yep!" Lucy answered, beaming at him. "I don't have that many boxes. But I do have my bed and my desk. We'll have to disassemble it but I don't have the manuals anymore."

"I'm on it," Gajeel said gruffly, stepping past her and strolling into her room as if it was normal. He stared at Levy, a blush spreading over his cheeks. "Move it, Shrimp. Gotta take apart the bed and I can't do that with you on it."

"Who are you calling Shrimp?" Levy shot back, glaring at him and crossing her arms. If he wasn't so damn cute, she would be yelling her tiny head off for his rudeness.

Lucy chuckled nervously, glad that it didn't escalate any further. With that, the group went to work packing everything. Lucy and Levy handled the lighter boxes while Natsu and Gray carried the heavier ones. Gajeel worked by himself, taking apart her bed and her desk with some tools that he brought over.

It took them three hours, but eventually they had finally finished. Lucy's room was completely empty and spotless after some last minute tidying up. The group of five sat in a circle on Lucy's floor, digging into the sandwiches Lucy had made for them.

Lucy and Levy deadpanned as they watched Natsu and Gajeel stuff sandwich after sandwich into their mouths, chomping into them like animals. Lucy was glad she laid a blanket underneath them in case of one of them making a mess, for food was flying all over the place thanks to their barbaric behavior. Luckily, the supply of sandwiches ran out, putting an end to their eating-spree.

"So why don't you tell us about yourself?" Gray suggested, leaning against the wall as he cracked open his can of soda. Lucy blushed from the attention she received as everyone turned to look at her. And she wasn't blind. Her new roommates were no doubt attractive, all in their own ways.

"Umm, I'm a junior at Magnolia University," Lucy said, her eyes glued to the ceiling as she tried to think of anything interesting to say. "I'm majoring in Creative Writing… That's all I can think about."

Natsu laughed from beside her, gently nudging her side. "What about any hobbies?"

"Well I like to write," Lucy admitted, her face turning red. She was embarrassed about her works and was reluctant telling people that she liked to write mostly because they usually asked to read her stories. And that was terrifying in her opinion.

"I'm going to be her first reader," Levy added with a wide grin.

"What about you, Shrimp?" Gajeel asked. "What are you majoring in?"

"Stop calling me that! But I'm majoring in Linguistics."

"She is fluent in ten different languages," Lucy added with a light laugh. "She's a genius."

"I guess you could say that."

Lucy and Levy shared a quick smile before the former turned her gaze onto Natsu, her stomach tingling just from looking at him. "What about you?"

Natsu gave her a face-splitting grin. "All of us go to Magnolia University, too. We're seniors, though. I'm trying to become a pyrotechnician."

"A pyrotechnician!? Wait, do you do experiments and stuff in your room?"

Gray scoffed. "All the time. Sometimes he does it in the living room too. Why do you think the paint on the door is new but the rest isn't? It's because we had to paint over it thanks to Flame Freak over there leaving scorch marks on it."

"That's not safe!"

"It's fine, Luce!" Natsu said, patting her on the back. "My experiments don't go wrong most of the time!"

"That's not reassuring!"

"Well you signed the lease already, so."

"Oh no," Lucy whined, leaning her head on Levy's shoulder. "I'm going to die, Levy-chan. My body is going to be blown to bits."

"My experiments are the least annoying thing you have to deal with," Natsu muttered. "Gray always keeps the damn place cold so that his stupid ice sculptures don't melt and Gajeel is always working on car parts. So it's always loud and cold thanks to them! I only cause occasional explosions."

"Oh Mavis, what have I done now."

"You'll be fine, Luce! Now c'mon! Let's get your stuff back to our place!"

Moving all of Lucy's stuff to her new home took hours and multiple trips. All of the compartments of her bed took one trip, her desk pieces took another, and her mattress required a trip of its own. Not to mention the trip it took for her boxes. But after a day of nonstop work, she was finally moved into her new home.

"Thanks for all of the work today, Levy-chan," Lucy said, hugging her friend tightly. "Are you sure you're going to be alright?"

Levy nodded. "Gray is going to give me a ride home."

"What about Gajeel?"

"Well… He'll be there too…"

Lucy smirked elbowing her friend lightly. "You're head over heels for that guy."

"Oh hush," Levy replied, glaring at her friend. "I better get going now, I have a lot of studying to do."

"Okay. Goodnight, Levy-chan!"

"Night, Lu-chan!"

With that, Lucy closed the door to her room and headed straight for the bathroom. She made sure to lock both the door to her room and the one to Natsu's as well. With an excited grin, the girl turned on the faucet and let the tub fill with hot water and poured soap into it to create a thick layer of bubbles.

Once the bath was ready, Lucy stripped and submerged herself into the hot water, hissing as it turned her skin red from the heat. Though it stung at first, she preferred her baths to be scalding hot. It helped them last longer.

Natsu paused from tinkering with a new firework he had been working on and turned his gaze to the bathroom door when he heard the faucet turn off. It didn't take a genius to deduce that Lucy was taking a bath. He swallowed thickly as fire coursed through his veins and electricity jolted within him. His new roommate was absolutely gorgeous with her golden locks of hair, chocolate brown eyes, and a curvaceous body. He couldn't help but picture her taking a bath in the bathroom he just so happened to share with her.

Shaking his head, Natsu forced himself to get his mind out of the gutter. So what if Lucy was attractive? All of his female friends were attractive! Besides, he had only known her for barely over twenty four hours. He had no right to be thinking about her in such a way.

His new roommate wasn't just pretty, however. There was so much about her that had him curious to know more. She was funny, kind, and weird. Speaking of weird…

"She's been in the bath for half an hour now," Natsu thought, sporting a frown. "I have to pee."

He waited another thirty minutes until his bladder felt like it was going to explode. He hopped towards the bathroom, his legs crossed while he bit his lower lip in an effort to keep from wetting his pants. He hadn't gone to the bathroom in hours, having worked on his project the moment he helped Lucy getting her things.

Knocking on the door, Natsu called out, "Lucy? You good in there? You didn't drown, did you?"

"Of course I didn't drown!" the girl shouted back.

"Oh. Well you've been in there for an hour and I really gotta pee."

"It's only been an hour! You can wait a bit longer!"

"Only?" Natsu asked in shock. "Wait a minute, is that why you were so curious about the bathroom? Do you usually take hour-long baths!?"

He heard Lucy groan. "Yes, okay? I love taking long baths. My apartment didn't have a tub so this is my first bath in a while!"

"Alright, alright." Natsu returned to his desk and resumed working on his new firework. With a small grin, he wondered, "What kind of a weirdo takes hour-long baths?"

It had been two weeks since Lucy had moved into her new place and in that short time, many things had happened. She grew closer to her roommates, especially Natsu, and learned a lot about them. She had witnessed- and also broke up- many of their brawls, which had always ended in disaster. What was most surprising to find out, however, was that Natsu had a severe problem with boundaries.

Ever since she moved in and the two had gotten closer, Natsu was always inviting himself into her room through their conjoined bathroom. When she locked it, he climbed through her window. If that wasn't bad enough, the boy would even try to sleep in her room despite his room being teen feet away. Some days, Lucy was too tired to bicker with him and even let him sleep on the floor.

Natsu wasn't the only one with quirks, however. Gray stripped just about any chance he got and somehow lost every article of clothing he managed to remove. It was as if they were teleported to another world, never to be seen again. His girlfriend, Juvia, was also a strange one. She talked in third person and seemed obsessed with Gray. She had even referred to Lucy as her 'love rival' when they first met and was hostile towards her in the beginnning. Lucy couldn't figure out what happened to change Juvia's attitude towards her, but one day when she was watching TV with Natsu, Juvia came out of Gray's room and gave them a long look before beaming and saying, "Juvia understands now!"

Gajeel was weird as well. Though he looked like a delinquent, he was surprisingly into all things cute, which explained his crush on Levy. She was the epitome of cute. He also played the guitar and wrote his own songs, which would've been cool had his singing not been terrible.

Lucy had also met their other friends. There was Erza, the Student Council President with a strict ruling but caring heart. She used to be the person living in her room until she moved in with her boyfriend, Jellal. He was the Vice President, shy but kind. Then there was Mira, a girl that belonged in magazines because of how downright gorgeous she was. She was also sweet and a motherly figure towards the group, but also had a match-making problem.

Lucy rubbed her temples as she walked into the library to begin her shift. She had barely slept a wink because Friday nights were reserved for movie nights. To make matters worse, her longest shifts were on Saturdays.

Luckily, the first half hour went by smoothly. Nobody needed anything from her and all she had to do was restock shelves. The quiet atmosphere of the library was a perfect environment for her and she had plenty of time to properly wake up.

Another great feature of working at the library was that Lucy didn't have to do much, especially since she was Crux' favorite employee. She was allowed to read whenever there was nothing to be done or work on homework.

Now was one of those times. Lucy left the front desk where Crux was working and headed towards the fiction area, passing by working students. A head of pink caught her attention and stopped her in her tracks.

Natsu was sitting alone at one of the tables, fisting his hair as he stared at the work in front of him with his brows furrowed and a frown sporting his face. It was clear that he was having a hard time with whatever he was doing.

This was the first time Lucy saw Natsu on campus. Her lips curled upwards into a smile as she approached him. Natsu was easily one of her best friends and she wanted to help him in any way she could. Not to mention that she may or may not have developed a crush for him over the past two weeks.

Lucy knew that having a crush on her roommate wasn't a good idea but she couldn't help it. Natsu was kind, funny, and interesting. There was so much she wanted to learn about him and the best part of her day was returning home and finding him waiting in her room already. She couldn't explain her feelings well, for this was her first time having such feelings.

Lucy shook her head, forcing her crush to the back of her mind as she sat in the seat beside Natsu, who raised his head to look at her. A wide grin immediately graced his face.

"Lucy!" he exclaimed.

"Shh!" Lucy scolded. In a hushed tone, she continued, "We're in a library, Natsu!"

"Sorry, sorry!" he whispered back.

"So what are you doing? You look like you're struggling."

"Because I am. I hate English."

"English?" Lucy repeated, her brows skyrocketing. "Aren't you a senior?"

"Yeah," Natsu answered, rubbing the back of his head. "I know most people take it their first year but I saved all the boring stuff for last."

"You sure are backwards."

"Shut up."

"Why didn't you ask me for help? I'm majoring in Creative Writing, you know."

"Well I didn't wanna bother you."

"You aren't bothering me," Lucy said, giving him a reassuring smile.

"You sure?" Natsu asked skeptically.

"Positive. Now c'mon. Show me what you're working on."

The moment Natsu stepped foot outside the library, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "I'M FINALLY FREE!"

Lucy, who was walking out with him, slapped his arm. "Natsu! Don't yell so loudly!"

The boy only gave her a fanged grin. "C'mon, Luce! Let's go pick up some food before we go home!"

Natsu slid his hand in Lucy's, intertwining their fingers and causing the girl to blush as he dragged her to the dining hall. Natsu was grateful his scarf was thick enough so he could duck his face into it, for his cheeks were equally pink.

Natsu wasn't as dense as everyone made him out to be. In fact, from the first day he met Lucy, he knew there was something different about her. Hell, he figured that out from their phone call alone. Something about her made his heart race and his body warm. Why else would he have stayed in the library for hours pretending to be working on homework after Lucy had helped him? He was just waiting for Lucy to get off.

The two picked up some Chinese food before walking to the bus stop. Usually Natsu would walk home because he had severe motion sickness, but he didn't want Lucy alone at night. So, he sucked it up and suffered for the twenty minute ride.

When they reached their home, the two headed straight for Lucy's room. Gray was out with Juvia and they had no clue where Gajeel went off. Lucy had a feeling he was with a certain friend of hers, however.

Natsu and Lucy sat down on the latter's floor, happily munching on their friend rice and chicken. They placed Natsu's laptop in front of them and watched a new show on Netflix. Lucy leaned into his side with a peaceful hum- she had long ago found out that Natsu had abnormal body heat.

Once they finished eating and their episode ended, the two shut the laptop and leaned with their backs against the bed.

"So what's your deal with the scarf?" Lucy questioned, leaning her head back against her mattress. "I've never seen you without it and it's still technically summer."

Natsu swallowed thickly, playing with the end of his scarf. He knew the question was going to come up eventually. It always did. He glanced towards Lucy, wondering if he should tell her or not. It wasn't like it was a secret or anything, it just wasn't something he chose to talk about.

"It's from my dad," Natsu finally answered. He stared at his scarf and frowned. "It's the last thing I have from my dad. Well, that and this place."

Lucy's eyes nearly bugged out of her sockets as she turned to face him. "Oh, Natsu. I'm sorry, you don't have to tell me about it."

"Ehh, it's fine. Your room used to be my room, actually."

"Really?"

"Yep. My room was Igneel's. Gray's was Igneel's office and Gajeel's was a playroom. That's where I learned to read. My dad and I also played a lot of video games in there."

"He sounds like a great father."

"He was!" Natsu exclaimed, grinning at Lucy. She could see the grief in his eyes, however, as he continued, "He got sick, though. Before he died, he got me emancipated so that I didn't have to go into the foster system and left me this place. The house was already paid off, I just have to pay for utilities every month. Which is when I started renting it out.

"Gray was my closest friend and in a similar situation, so I let him move in with me. Then after high school, Uncle Metalicana, Gajeel's old man, passed too. So then it was just the three of us. Then we met Erza and she moved in." With another smile, he faced Lucy. "And now there's you."

Lucy nodded, blinking back the tears that welled in her eyes. "Now there's me." She placed her hand over his, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"What about you?" Natsu asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you aren't the only intuitive one. You are secretive over your last name, even though we've been friends for weeks now. And we live together. Even when you sighed the lease, you gave it back to me so fast that it was obvious you didn't want me to see your last name."

Lucy gulped loudly, tearing her gaze away from him. "I-It's nothing."

"Does it have something to do with your letters?" Natsu implored, pointing to a box that was on her desk. "I didn't read them, I swear! I was just trying to find your story so I could read it but then I found those. Why don't you ever send them?"

Lucy frowned and answered, "Because my mother passed away when I was a little girl. I just write them to feel connected to her. And about my last name, it's only because my father is Jude Heartfilia, owner of the railroad company that dominates Fiore."

"That's it? I thought you were a secret assassin or something!"

"Of course not, idiot! Why the hell would I be an assassin!?"

"Well why else would you hide your name?"

Lucy shrugged, fumbling with her fingers. "Most of the friends I've made that knew about my father were only using me for his money. They didn't know that I cut off all contact with him the moment I moved out and that I don't get any of his money. My first genuine friend was Levy-chan."

"Seriously?" Natsu asked, his brows furrowing. "If I were you, I would've-"

"I know, you would've beaten them up. Not everyone is a fighter like you, you know."

Natsu smirked and ruffled her hair. "You could be if you wanted to. You have one hell of a kick."

Lucy giggled and turned her head to face him again. It was then that she realized how close they were, as their faces were only inches away. Her heart felt like it had pounded up into her throat and jolts of electricity sparked through her veins.

Natsu's eyes darted to the girl's plump lips and he couldn't help but lick his own. Swallowing his fears, he slowly leaned towards Lucy, his eyes beginning to droop closed. Before they did, he saw her start to lean in as well. He could feel her breath fan his face as their lips were just about to graze.

"Oi, Lucy. You got any paper I could borrow?" Gray asked, barging into the said girl's room. His eyes widened as his jaw dropped to the floor when he saw his roommates just seconds away from kissing. "Shit. My bad."

Lucy squeaked and jumped to her feet immediately, her cheeks set ablaze. Her head was a jumbled mess as she walked to her desk, looking for whatever Gray came in for. Which in truth, she didn't know.

Natsu growled, giving Gray the nastiest glare he could muster, baring his teeth. "You're a senior in college, Ice Dick! You don't have your own paper!?"

"I ran out!" the other boy shot back. "I didn't expect you two to be making out in here!"

"Salamander and Bunny Girl were making out?" Gajeel asked, popping into the room. "'Bout time."

"We were not making out!" Lucy denied, about ready to faint. Shoving the paper into Gray's chest, she gritted out, "Knock next time."

"Will do," the boy replied.

"I'm bored," Gajeel said. "Let's play some Call of Duty."

"I'm down," Gray replied, unbuttoning his shirt.

Natsu's eyes lit up and he jumped to his feet seeming to have forgotten about the attempted kiss. "Hey! Now that Lucy is here, we have an even number of players! Let's have a Call of Duty tournament!"

"You're going down!" Gajeel said, cracking his knuckles. "Gray and I will go set it up. Make whatever this is quick, lovebirds."

With that, the two uninvited guests closed the door behind them, leaving Lucy and Natsu alone. Lucy wanted to face-palm. She was just about to have her first kiss but it was ruined. Her eyes widened as she felt Natsu interlock their hands.

"C'mon, Luce!" he said, giving her a heart-stopping grin.

"I-I don't know how to play," she replied. Her heart thumped wildly in her chest and she couldn't help but drown in his dark orbs.

"That's okay. We'll teach you! Let's go!"

Natsu began to drag her out to the living room, never letting go of her hand. Lucy glanced at their joined hands and smiled, her cheeks rosy. So their first kiss didn't happen yet. That was okay. They had plenty of time in the world.

Four years later.

"Natsu! Let's go!" Lucy shouted as she slipped into a pair of black heels to go with her maroon dress.

"Alright, alright!" her husband called back. He left the playroom, hand-in-hand with their two-year-old daughter. He was adorned in a black tuxedo along with his sacred scarf. He left his pink locks the way they were, however, rather than gelling them back.

Nashi, their daughter, sported a pink ruffled dress and had her pink hair tied into pigtails.

It had been a little over three years since Gray and Gajeel moved out, deciding to find their own places with Juvia and Levy. Since then, Lucy and Natsu and tied the knot and got pregnant soon after, eventually giving birth to little Nashi. Lucy took it upon herself to turn their home into one that Natsu had once described when she had first moved in. The house that he had grown in with Igneel.

Gray's room had been turned into an office for Lucy to work on her novels. Gajeel's room was turned into the playroom while Lucy's was turned into Nashi's room. She now shared a bedroom with Natsu. And Natsu got the whole garage to himself to work on his fireworks.

"You two are going to make us late," Lucy muttered.

"Sorry, sorry. I was trying to teach Nashi some Call of Duty terms."

To prove this, their daughter smiled and shouted, "Camper!"

"See!" Natsu exclaimed, hugging Nashi tightly as proud tears streamed down his face. "She's learning so fast!"

Lucy sighed and shook her head. "Gray's going to kill you."

Natsu scoffed. "I'd like to see him try."

"It's Yuki's birthday and we're going to be the last ones there! C'mon!"

Natsu propped Nashi on his hip and led the way out of the house. Just as he was about to pass Lucy, he pressed his lips against her forehead and gave her a grin. With that, he headed to the car and began to buckle Nashi in. Lucy smiled as she stared at her family.

And just as she did every day, she thanked the heavens that she had called the number from the sketchy flyer.

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Hi! In your masterlist it says that we can request drabbles and povs from any of the stories. I´m really curious about the first time Taehyung and mc met, since she just appeared inside his house out of nowhere. Thank you in advance if you actually write it !

Okay so, this is the first ever draft I ever wrote for Void and I think I even posted it on here but deleted it very quickly. There are some sentences I´ve included in the other version because I didn´t want to delete this first try of writing the first chapter, so sorry if some bits sound familiar. Also here the mc has a motorbike and stuff but let´s just say she sold it because I discarded the idea of her needing those things after thinking about it.

Anyway, I hope this 4k of nonsense does the job (?) Idk but here´s how they met:

I run my hands through the wet locks of hair making sure every bit of themis covered in shampoo and I relax as I rinse the excess with warm water. Oncemy hair is washed I hug my knees seeking to increase my body temperature, butthe position makes it impossible for the water to reach past my waist, so I layon my back again. Staring at the cracked ceiling, I hum to an old song tryingto avoid my thoughts. The sound of liquid in movement fills the room as I turninside the bathtub to face the door, and I close my eyes. What if I stayed hereforever? I know it´s not a possibility I should even consider, and I reprimandmyself for it. Only thirty minutes left.

I walk towards the fridge with just a towel wrapped around my body, and Ifrown in disappointment when I open it. There´s nothing inside and my stomachtwists in both hunger and frustration. I give up after finding out the freezeris just as empty, and I close it with strength that isn´t needed for completingsuch a simple task. Twenty minutes.

The wet piece of fabric falls to the floor and I nonchalantly walk towardsmy clothes, the silhouette of my body barely reflecting on the window in frontof me. While I fasten my bra and zip up my jeans I think about how I´ve grownfond of nudity in the past few months. I come to the conclusion that solitudehas made me careless about things I used to be ashamed of. Ten minutes.

I roam around the house collecting my belongings and making sure everythingis in the place where it´s expected to be, paying attention to every detail andevery possible mistake that could turn into a hint of my stay. Five minutes.

The last thing I do is drink a glass of water and lace my shoes, my heartracing a bit. As many times as I´ve done this before, it still gets on mynerves sometimes and I have to breathe deeply to calm myself. Time´s up.

In the distance, I observe the arrival of a black car, the lights pointingin the opposite direction as to where I´m standing. A young couple exitsit, the same people I had seen in pictures all around the house now standingfive mere meters away from me. He lines their suitcases in the entrance whileshe keeps the vehicle in the garage. The door is unlocked by its correspondentkey and no suspicion, no concern, no fear appears on their faces. I exhaleheavily, freeing all the air I was holding.

Once again, I have occupied a house without any consequences, and I can´tsay I feel proud of it. I knew from the start what I was getting into and,after all, I chose this lifestyle, so I tell myself to stop feeling guiltyabout it. My eyes drift over the door one last time as I place my helmet overmy head but I obey myself to look away and my stare focuses on looking to thesides instead, acknowledging the traffic rules for once in my life. The roar ofmy motorbike is the only thing audible as I enter the main road. There aren´tmany cars around me, which I´m thankful for. As I drive, I keep repeating in myhead that this is how it works: no attachments, no looking back. I can´t affordsuch feelings.

But at least, it´s good that I know where I´m headed to, to know there isanother place waiting for me.

It´s the first rule I follow, the next target always has to be less than anhour away from the previous one. It makes the rides short, and it reassures methat I can always go back if needed to.

Every place is a step further away from where I´m escaping from, andsometimes the thought makes me feel relieved. Others, it scares me. It´s onlybeen five months and although I´m certain I don´t want to go back, sometimes Imiss having a home.

A home. Back there, it didn´t feel like that at all, and I wonder if I knowthe true meaning of the word, or what it feels like at all. I speed up to passan orange light, the sudden incensement of the cold air reddening my cheeks. Ifeel frustrated with myself and as always, I try to push it away. If I feelthis way, it´s probably because I deserve it. Again, I tell myself that I chosethis, and that I should just deal with it without overthinking too much.

It takes me a while to find the city outskirts as the entire row of houseslooks exactly the same as the one I had just seen minutes ago, but I finallyrecall the route and as I park my vehicle I doubt if choosing this place was agood idea. Half of the street lights don´t work and the electric laying is allover the place, but as I walk in the emptiness of the night I force myself tonot feel intimidated. I´m searching for one and only one thing: red flyers.They advertise a new home appliance’s shop, which, obviously, only exits in myimagination.

It´s an easy way to do it: a few days in advance I place them in themailboxes, adjusting them in a position in which they are only half visible forthe average passerby. And now, the ones that have not been removed betray theowners: it means the house is empty.

Most of them are gone, and some of them are on the floor. As I reach theend of the street, I spot one of the red papers still inside the mailbox,proudly standing out in the dark. I hurriedly walk towards it, making surenobody is aware of my presence. I display my toolbox on the floor, next to me.And then, I proceed.

A slight move of the wrist to the right and then rolling it twice in theother direction, the precision and stealth of an expert. An almost silent clickand a small performance with the screwdriver. That is all it takes to disassemblea lock without damaging any parts of it. Fast, straightforward and never failsto work.

I make sure no one has seen me and I slip past the gate, closing it behindme. There is a small garden that leads to the actual house, and I run towardsthe main door like a furtive animal. With the moon being the only source oflight it takes me a few more minutes than expected to maneuver, but it finallygives in and I step in, not sure about what I´m going to be met with.

My hands feel the walls searching for a light switch, and when I notice oneunder my touch, I press it. I sigh in relief, thankful for everything beingvisible again.

So far, the place isn´t very nice. There isn´t much furniture and the scentis overwhelming, as if whoever lives here doesn´t clean too often. From whereI´m standing, I can count four rooms: a kitchen, a bathroom, a small lounge anda bedroom. I want to investigate more, but before I let my curiosity outweigheverything else a telephone placed on a small coffee table reminds me of myduties.

The second rule: make sure that I know where the owners are going toreturn.

I approach it and press the tiny red button, a deep voice emerging from thespeaker.

“Hi, this is Kim Taehyung. I´m on a business trip right now. If you needsomething, feel free to leave a message”

His voice sounds intermittent, as if whoever had recorded the messageneeded to carefully measure his words, but I decide to ignore. I hear a loudbeep and I immediately hang up. He´s gone – the man who lives here – and that´senough. The message had been recorded twelve hours ago. It means I´ll be ableto stay for a whole week.

That has to be the longest period of time ever gifted to me to stop over astranger´s house. A new record that overcomes those five days I stayed in anabandoned cottage. The idea itself is exciting, but I try to contain myemotions as I repeat to myself that no matter for how long, I´m just passingby.

My stomach growls and I head to the kitchen. It´s small and there´s onlyone chair alongside the table, which means its only one person who lives here.Kim Taehyung. That is how he had called himself.

There´s no refrigerator, so I open a drawer instead, tapping my footagainst the floor. I find a package of noodles, and I smile. As always, isbetter than nothing. I also find a pan and I turn the stove on, waiting for itto heat up.

While the noodles go from raw to eatable, I observe the place. The wallpaper has clearly been too exposed to the sun, losing its original color, andall the items in the house look cheap and overused. Still, there´s a cozyfeeling to it, a feeling I´d like to remember in the future.

That leads to the third rule and, perhaps, my favorite out of all of them:keep visual track of everything.

I grab my bag and extract one of the only two objects apart from my toolboxthat I carry in it: a camera. Getting rid of my shoes, I turn the machine onwhile I walk barefoot against the wooden floor. First, I take some pictures ofthe different rooms and then, extending an arm and adjusting the lens so thatboth my face and the different items I encounter appear in the frame I pressthe small silver button repeatedly until I have as many pictures as I want to.I stare at them, a smile on my face with as much oddity as expected of thegesture, a false joy reflecting in my strange actions.

The noodles are ready. They are slightly burnt and don´t have much taste,but I eat them anyway. I still find it weird to have meals alone, and I justkeep stuffing my mouth to stop the urge of talking to myself.

Then, a hollow sound reaches my ears. At first, I blame my imagination.Maybe I am talking to myself after all. But then, I hear it loud and clear.Someone is pulling up in the front door. I freeze in place, the fork I washolding now laying on the floor.

It can´t happen. It has never happened and it´s not going to happen now. Itjust can´t. With how careful I have always been, always aware of the risks, mybody doesn´t know how to react. At the realization of what is happening, I retreatin the sofa like a hopeless puppy. There are no more doors and I´m only able tolocate one window, too small to jump through it. I think about hiding, but it´stoo late. A tall man is standing in the lounge, still oblivious to my presencebut already furrowing his brows at my shoes. They clearly aren´t his. The samedeep voice that had come out of the phone fifteen minutes ago is the only thingaudible along with the increasing banging of my heart.

“The trip was cancelled. Yeah, I know. We waited at the airport forabout five hours. My back hurts a lot”

And then, his eyes meet mine. I jump out of my sitting position and I staystill, too astonished to move. His mouth hangs open and I can tell he´s not pleasedwith the sight, not that he should be.

“I´ll call you later”

Someone´s words are muffled as his phone hangs stoic in the air, and hefinally hangs up. There´s a heavy silence between us, not leaving room foranything else. I want to say something, but in a way, I´m shocked too. It´s myfirst human interaction in a long time and my eyes can´t seem to leave his.

For some reason I feel exposed under his stare, and I don´t think it´sbecause I´m an intruder. His fringe falls over his eyes and finally, after whatfeels like forever, he clears his throat and talks. What he says it´s not whatI expected.

“Do I know you?”

He sounds distant, but comforting. I might look desperate to him, becausehe just stands there as if the possibility of me attacking him hadn´t evencrossed his mind. My mind has gone blank, and I can´t barely mutter an answer.

“No”

My voice sounds strange, even I find oddity in it. It´s weak and denotingjust as much nervousness as I´m feeling.

“Okay. Do you know me?”

He´s acting too calmed for the scenario playing between us, but maybe he´sjust being cautious. I observe his under eye circles and I guess he´s just assleep deprived as I am. I want to grab my things and go, but I don´t know how.His eyes bore into my camera and an undecipherable expression appears in hisface, his slender fingers wrapping around it.

I know he´s going through my gallery and I lean forward by natural reflex,coming closer to him. He smells nice, as if he had just showered, and I try toignore the way it makes me feel slightly dizzy. I can now see what he´s seeingand I swallow thickly.

Pictures of all the houses I´ve been to. He puts two and two together, and,suddenly, he doesn´t look as comfortable with my presence. I expectantly waitfor his reaction, but my eyes dart to the floor.

A pang of pity and self-hatred swipes over me, and I ball my fists tryingto retain whatever emotion is taking over me.

“You´ve broken into my house”

The way he says it makes my insides turn, and the urge to run away isbigger than ever. Self consciousness at the realization of what I´ve beendoing, that is all it is. I stare at him with doe eyes and parted lips. I knowthat if I have to beg, I will.

“Please don´t call the cops”

It sounds way more desperate than I intended, but I choose to ignore it. Helooks at me and it makes my accelerated heart stop dead in its tracks.

“Why not? It´s what I should be doing”

I don´t know. I can´t think of any reasons about why he shouldn´t, and Ibreak down. I break down in front of a stranger, and the hectic moment makes mecareless about it.

“I don´t have anywhere to go”

My voice cracks in the middle of the sentence and I know the words I´vechosen are not enough. They´ll never be, but they seem to have an impact onhim.

Then, a smart move. He extracts a tiny object from the back of my camera.After that, it takes him a while to speak again.

“This is your memory card. I- I don´t want to hurt you, but you have tounderstand you can´t just come in here and do whatever you want. Gosh, are youeven eighteen?”

He looks at me and I furrow my brows, but I submit and answer, even thoughI don´t want to give away anything about me.

“I´m older than that”

The palms of his hands are sweaty, and I feel bad for him. He probablydoesn´t know what to do and still, he´s being nice to me.

“I haven´t stolen anything”

I know it´s something he´s meaning to ask, so I just clarify it out of theblue. The tension on his shoulders decreases and I link my arms behind my backas if wanting to prove that I don´t hold anything against him.

“Well, if you are an adult, I have proof that can get you into jail. I-Ishow this to the police, all this creepy photos, and you´ll get arrested”

Getting arrested is not an option, and a shiver goes down my spine. If onlyI could make him understand that is not even a possibility for me.

“But I won´t do it”

The words are said with bluntness but there´s something behind them,something he doesn´t want to show. He´s pitying me and, although I´m gratefulfor what he´s doing, I hate him for it. I don´t want to admit that I needcompassion.

“Why?”

He keeps the memory card in one of his pockets and I follow him with myeyes. He pinches the bridge of his nose and alternates between opening andclosing his mouth, as if he´s not sure about what to say.

“Because, you remind me of someone I know. Too much. And it looks likewhatever has brought you here – what got you into this ” his hand pointstowards the camera, as if the object held a record about my days as a squatter “Itmust be something scary you´re running away from”

That catches me off guard, and I stare at him in disbelief, wondering howmuch of an open book I am for him. Our eyes are intertwined once again, and Iunderstand in that moment that we are communicating without speaking. He´sthinking about what to do with me, and I feel like an object in a showcase, himbeing an indecisive buyer.

“I am, and I apologize. I-I can leave. I never intended to harm anyone withthe lifestyle I follow. But please” I pause, not sure about if what I´m aboutto say is still needed “Please don´t report that I´ve been here”

He massages his temples, and at this point I don´t know what´s goingthrough his head anymore.

“How does it work?”

I blink twice, not sure about what he means. He notices and he signals forme to sit, which I do reluctantly. Him standing in front of me while I´msitting looks much more intimidating than the position we were in before.

“I´ve told you I won´t call the cops on you. But, I need you to answer allof my questions. How does this… lifestyle work?’”

I nod, making him know I understand his point, but I´m not sure about howto answer. I opt for the truth.

“I-It´s simple. I just search for empty houses, and I stay in them for aslong as I can. I don´t steal anything; maybe grab some food or a new T-shirt.But I always do something in return: cleaning, doing the laundry, watering theplants. Or it can be fixing something. I-I haven´t done anything of it here,yet”

He sits next to me, and I flinch even though he still keeps his distance.His kindness is imposing, and I still can´t believe that I´m not in a car in myway to the police station.

“So you´re good at fixing things”

His arms are crossed vaguely, resting on his lap as he leans forward to seemy face, which I try to cover with my hair by staring at the floor.

“I guess so”

I put a strand behind my ear, finally connecting my stare with his. Thistime is different, he´s looking at me as if I´m not a threat anymore and forsome reason I don´t categorize it as something positive.

“Then fix this”

He rolls up his sleeve and removes a watch from his wrist, the silver bandshiny against his skin. As he hands it to me and I grab it, we touch for thefirst time. His hand is warm, the warmest thing I´ve felt in a long time, andanother shiver goes down my spine.

But now that I have something solid to focus on, something I can do withouttalking, I quickly grab my toolbox and start dismantling the small object. Ifeel like I´m at school again, going through a test under someone´s judgingstare.

At first I think the battery has just died at some point, but then I seeit: one of the gears has slightly moved to the side. My finger pushes the tinypiece, pressing it against the top one. It all fits in now and I stare at it inawe before giving it back to him. He extends and arm and lifts his eyebrowsand, for the first time, he smiles at me.

It´s an inviting gesture, honest and maybe even a bit playful, somethingI´m not used to. I limit myself to fasten the now ticking watch, and I noticehis hand staying in mine a few seconds more than it should, as if he´s testingsomething.

I blush, and I hope he doesn´t see it.

“Are you scared of me?”

Again, his question startles me. He should be the one being scared, and Itell him so.

“I definitely should be. It´s not nice to come home to a stranger eatingyour noodles. Unless if it´s a stranger like you”

My blushing increases at the mention of the dinner I had made in a rush andI tilt my head as I start sorting out the tools I´ve used, ignoring what he hasjust said.

“What´s your name?”

I don´t know why he´s interested, and I´m still not quite sure if he´sbeing nice to get information out of me or if it´s just in his nature, but Ianswer anyway. I have to.

Then he extends his arm again, and I can´t believe he´s introducing himselfin a moment like this, but I grab it and he shakes it a little. Again, I findhis warmness overwhelming.

“I´m Kim Taehyung”

He makes me stand up, still holding my hand as if he is a doctor and I´m apatient who isn´t able to walk properly, guiding me to the kitchen. The plateof noodles is still standing there, cold and lifeless.

I watch him open a drawer and grab a fork, and then, he sits and startseating. I open my mouth, surprised at how he´s acting because it doesn´t makeany sense to me. Maybe I have stumbled upon someone with a double personality,maybe I was the one to be freaked out.

“You make some pretty good noodles. I´m keeping you”

My eyes widen and I feel like I´m going to pass out at any moment. Ifantasize about the idea, about how I´d rather be unconscious on the floor thantrying to process what he has said.

“You are keeping me?”

He grabs a napkin and swipes it over his lips, and I stare at how pinkthey´ve turned in just a few seconds.

“Listen. I don´t have much to offer. I live for my job and my job allows meto live. It´s not very exciting. With the years, I´ve become friends withisolation. And, coming home and… and seeing someone here, it made me realizehow desperate I am for some company” I listen to him, his eyes fixated in thenothingness and mine on his face. “Once, I was homeless too, and even now thatI have an actual house, it still feels empty. I don´t want anyone else to feelthat way”

His words make my heart sink. I want to tell him that I have a place to goback to if I want to, that pain has just made me whimsical, but I don´t. He´seyeing me with something I recognize very well: insecurity.

“ It´s not an offer. You are staying here, at least for tonight. I can´tlive with myself knowing you´ll be sleeping on the streets or something worse”

I want to tell him that I can occupy another house, but again, I don´t. Ithink about the idea and I don´t think about it at all. He´s a stranger, but Ifind comfort in the way he speaks to me, more than I´ve ever felt with peopleI´ve known longer. He needs company, and I may be starting to admit that I needit to.

“Okay. I´ll stay”

He smiles, and I return the gesture. We don´t speak for a while, and it´sdifficult for me to distinguish if I´m dreaming or if it´s all real. I tellmyself that it´s just another place, that the fact that there is someone elsewith me doesn´t matter. It´s temporary, something spontaneous. A part ofme is scared, but I suppress it harshly. After all, I have nothing to lose.

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