#anyway enjoy.

[tokkias]

more than like ship: natsu dragneel x lucy heartfilia summary: There's something scary about change, about moving away from the established borders of something that lingers in the territory of more than friendship. The thought of it makes Lucy's heart ache and twist in her chest, but experiencing it first hand, she supposes some changes might be for the better. ao3

Lucy had never thought there would be a day when she would willingly let Natsu sleep in bed with her. That didn’t stop him from trying, though. So many mornings she had found herself with their limbs tangled together in the sheets, where they hadn’t been the night before, and each and every time she’d demand for him to get out and not try that with her again.

He didn’t get it. Natsu didn’t see the problem with sharing a bed with her. They were friends; that’s what friends do, but Lucy didn’t share that sentiment.

Natsu was a guy. It was indecent for her to share a bed with a man out of wedlock, and it was made all the more embarrassing when she just happened to have a teensy tiny little crush on that man. She couldn’t sleep knowing he was laying there next to him, feeling his body heat emanating from him. The feeling should have brought comfort, made her feel safe, knowing that no one could hurt her while she had her Natsu with her, but it did no such thing.

She was always so nervous. She was plagued with the fear that, in sharing a bed with him, she might find herself compelled to snuggle up to his chest, with her nose buried into the crook of his neck and her hand resting on his bare chest. It would be so humiliating to wake up with him like that. He’d figure out her feelings right away and not reciprocate, and it would ruin their friendship.

Though she supposed she didn’t have to worry about that now.

"Luucccyyyyyy," Natsu drawled from across the room, pulling her attention away from her manuscript on the desk. "Come to bed. ‘M tired."

"You don’t have to wait for me, you know," Lucy hummed, letting her pen scratch against the paper as she spoke. "You can go to sleep without me. I don’t mind."

"Don’t wanna," he replied. "I wanna cuddle before we go to sleep."

Cuddles… Yeah. Those sounded nice.

Placing her pen back down, Lucy looked over at him, having made himself comfortable on her bed, leaving her spot empty for her to crawl under the sheets with him, as had become routine.

She could see his face light up as he heard the click of her desk lamp shutting off and saw her stand from her chair and saunter over to join him in bed. He eagerly pulled back the sheets for her, and Lucy wasted no time in cozying up to his chest, relishing in the feeling of his hands slipping around her torso and pulling her closer.

She tilted her head back to look up at him, and in turn, he nuzzled his nose against hers, eliciting a sweet giggle from her lips. Natsu responded in turn by placing a soft kiss against them, feeling Lucy’s smile against his own. She loved moments like this, the ones that were made just for her, where her rowdy, rambunctious Natsu became soft and gentle, only for her.

Her hands found purchase on his scalp, her fingers running through his tresses, enjoying the way his soft locks felt against her skin and the deep rumble of enjoyment in his chest it elicited. His eyelids began to sink in enjoyment, and she couldn’t contain the wide smile that crossed her face.

"What’s with that face?" He asked, his eyes fluttering back open to be met with her little grin as she looked up at him.

"Nothing," Lucy murmured. "You just look really cute right now."

Even in the low light, she could make out the flush forming on his cheeks, and she had to purse her lips to hold back the laugh and the evident smile of her growing ego.

She, Lucy Heartfilia, had made the big bad Natsu Dragneel blush.

All because she thought he was cute.

"Yeah, well, you’re pretty cute too," he mumbled, averting his gaze in an attempt to hide his embarrassment at her comment, but Lucy wasn’t going to let him get away that easy.

"And you’re handsome too," she purred, dragging her nails softly across his scalp in time with her words for emphasis.

It seemed her plan worked a charm as he tried to bury his face in her hair to hide the rapidly increasing heat in his cheeks.

"Luuccyyyy," he whined, not quite knowing how to react to her sudden stream of compliments.

"What? Why are you being so bashful?" She teased, bringing one hand down to poke him lightly in the chest for emphasis.

"It’s ‘cause I like you," he murmured.

She simply chortled at his choice of words.

They were well past like at this stage.

That, of course, didn’t stop the blush from forming on her own cheeks as she heard him speak the words out loud.

"I like you too," she spoke, her words little more than a whisper, saved for his ears only.

"Yeah?"

"Of course I do."

"You’re blushing now too," he pointed out once he finally mustered up the courage to face her once more.

"You were blushing first," Lucy retorted.

"Yeah, but you’re blushing harder."

"I am not!"

Natsu didn’t reply. Instead, he rolled over onto his back, pulling Lucy with him, making her shriek out in surprise, to which he cackled in response. She tried to wiggle her way out of his grasp, but his hold on her was much too tight to escape, and the harder she tried, the stronger his grip got and the more he laughed at her.

"You are such a pain!" She whined, finally giving in to his hold and letting herself relax in his chest, nuzzling into the space between his shoulder and neck.

"Yeah, but you like me, don’tcha?"

She couldn’t really argue with that; after all, liking him was how she ended up sharing a bed with him anyway.

Maybe waking up in tangled limbs with him was okay, provided they could fall asleep that way too.

With his grip on her loosened, Lucy slipped off of his chest and onto the mattress beside him, keeping one arm thrown over his chest and a leg intertwined with one of his own. Her head rested on his chest, where she heard the calming thump, thump, thump of his heart.

The one that belonged to her.

As her eyes fluttered shut, one thought permeated her brain as she felt herself drift off in his arms.

She would sleep good tonight.

[jotasuis]

How I found out about trump getting shot

[james-p-sullivan]

the older i get and the closer i am to reaching 30, the more the people around me try to deny me my age. it’s a constant ‘oh you’re just turning 29 again teehee 🤭’ or ‘dont tell your SO that, he’ll leave you for a younger model 😉’ and i just???? hate it?????????

i spent my entire teenaged years fighting for my life. i crawled through the deepest pits of my depression to cling to the promise of a life beyond that pain. i was so convinced that i was going to die young, that i would never see the grace of my age starting with a 2, let alone 3.

so im going to turn 30, and there’s not a damn thing anyone can do to stop me from loving it.

[mythtakens]

“these characters should be mentally healthy before they get together 😌” ummm no I actually think we should smash their mental illnesses together like clumps of play-doh and see what colors it makes

[seagiri]

when did this happen???

[druid-for-hire]

[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled "immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]

a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”

[araneapeixes]

how about that hot girl summer

(pose credit to this awesome piece!!)

[black-quadrant]

sometimes all you need is one passionate person who goes berserk for your work to keep you creating

[katsinspats]

Thematically appropriate comic for Make a Terrible Comic Day!!

I saw the original post this morning and it made me get out of bed to make something, so thank u Pseudonym Jones mission accomplished

[imperatoralicia]

Just having some drinks at the local saloon.

[izzenithal]

Percy “Has Been Waiting to Use This Meme as an Excuse” Jackson, and Annabeth “Never Seen a Meme” Chase

[caitmayart]

in response to the Among Us and CR collab

enjoy the stupidity of my brain

[incredubious]

MODERN AU ACESAN !!!! first impressions with a guy who barely passes the No Shoes No Shirt No Service rule

[fanfic-gremlin-ft-trauma]

tfw you’ve been tasked to murder the prince of the northern water tribe but he’s really majestic

(they make a compromise)

[plumadot]

shy confessions mmmmmmmmmm

[hypnoticmoth]

Do you ever want to badly write a fic but you’re too self conscious about your writing so it stays a forever idea ?? Hahaha…

Anyway, i’ve had thought about Vox’s obsession with Alastor bringing the ruin of the Vees…. Many many ideas, and what happens and …. Augh