Hey, Peoples! This story is the same plot from 2 separate view points, Bickslow and Lucy's! If you only read one POV, you would miss absolutely nothing in the story. So yeah! Enjoy reading, let me know if you guys like it!

~Bickslow's POV~

Mavis, I was going to be sick. Every part of my soul felt like barfing at the sight, every muscle in my body twisting in disgust and it happened every year. It was this day that the she-devil would drown this guild in glitter and hearts and pink, leaving me dizzy beyond belief. On top of that she made hundreds of cupcakes that smelled like sugar on top of sugar, then all the girls would pour into the guild wearing a too sweet perfume. It was only reminding me more and more what I was about to go through, trying to get into a relationship with this girl.

My stomach was sinking deeper and deeper as my hands shook with the anticipation of rejection. It was like this every time. I'd hate a the idea of being tied down to a girl day after day, pushing the idea out of my head. Then I'd actually get to the guild, see her at the bar and I couldn't stop thinking what it would be like to wake up with her every morning. Cosplayer was the only girl that had me tripping over my own thoughts and I've been doing it for months, now. I was going crazy, wondering if she would even accept the idea of a relationship with me. Or if I had even crossed her mind once, the way she was a part of every single one of my thoughts...

I looked down, none too surprised to find my palms slick with sweat before wiping them against the denim of my jeans. I swallowed down whatever the hell that thick feeling was in my throat so I could somehow choke out the words to tell the Cosplayer what went through my head every time I saw her. She had me wrapped around her slim pinkie finger like a bubble gum pink ring, and she didn't even know it.

The bitter scoff slipped off my tongue. What the hell did she do to me? I swear one day she just showed up and just as quickly she became the golden girl of Fairy Tail.

Holy shit, I wasn't going to go through with this, my head was spinning. I had no idea how she even got in my thoughts. For the first time, I couldn't keep air in my chest. I've never wanted someone so badly. There were nights where I couldn't stop thinking about her, wanting to feel her touch, the warmth of her soul.

Before she was becoming part of everything I thought about, there was a time when it was barely even interesting when she came in the guild. I barely noticed her when she was there despite her loud ass mouth. She was just another girl but a fucking hot one. To watch her walk from her table to the bar, watch her hips sway and her tits bounce. The girl is just hot, to put it in a word.

Then she became more interesting day by day as her quirks submerged. Like the way she held her own when fighting against Flame Brain. Or the way she could down four cherry tequilas before she drunk. Or how every emotion flitted across her face, not all of them pleasant. Or the way she had the courage to let her weakest moments show in the guild - unlike myself.

My hands ran through my mohawk, quickly brushing the sides of my hair back. I just kept touching and fixing and adjusting. I pressed my sunglasses closer against my nose, keeping my eyes covered. Then I started adjusting the way the buttons sat against my chest before smoothing my hands over imaginary creases.

"God dammit! You've been standing out here too long!" Laxus' voice came through as the door flew open, nearly knocking me on my ass. He snatched my arm into his hold and dragged me the rest of the way into the guild.

"What the hell are you talking about?" He whipped around and glared at me when I pulled my arm away like I was supposed to cower beneath him. The man was awesome but you'd think the dick would learn I'm not letting him drag me around like a child.

"I could practically hear the conversation in your head as long as you were out there muttering to yourself. Blondie has been- never mind. Hurry up and go up the stairs."

I grabbed at his shoulder, twisting him back around to face me. "Blondie what?"

"Nothin'." He turned dashing up the stairs to the S-Class floor. He'd be damned if he thought I was seriously about to let that slide. I couldn't stop the grin from breaking out across my face. I'd never seen him run so quickly which meant he was hiding something. I could probably get it out of him with just a little more pushing, maybe using his relationship with Mira to do the job.

"Come on Laxus, you gotta tell me!" I said, getting up the stairs just as quickly as the thunder jackass, if not quicker.

"I didn't say anything, man." He finally stepped up to me.

"Well I guess that gives me time to talk to Mira about a trip to the Fiore Casino two years ago."

"Hell no! Shut the fuck up and listen," His words came out a little more than a warning growl, "Are you ready to go talk to her?"

"You don't need to be so blunt, Laxus." Freed stepped up. I honestly had no idea why they were so intent on getting me over there with her. I was fine without her and I might continue to be fine... Maybe. "Bickslow," He spoke slowly, like he was talking to a child. My head tipped to the side with a sigh. I really didn't need to hear this again, "A woman like Lucy deserves a strong man and we think you can do that. Now all you have to do is breath and get ready to go back down those stairs and," Blah, blah, bladitty, blah, blah.

After a few years, I learned how to block him out and supply my own words for him to say and right now all I heard was blah blah blah.

My eyes found their way back over to her. Her face was flushed and Mira and Levy were surrounding her. My jaw clenched slightly. What was wrong with her? Wa- and was she okay? Thoughts were racing through my head, air flushing from my chest, breath after breath.

I wanted to be down there with her.

~Lucy's POV~

I stared at the ceiling, watching the heart disco spin. It was beginning to make me dizzy with its glinting light and constant motion but it was so much better than trying to think about how I was going to tell him. Just how are you supposed to express to someone why they made your chest tighten when you just looked at them. Maybe I could just kind of blurt it so he couldn't hear it, then I could run.

My stomach was twisting in ways I couldn't describe. My hands were wringing one another on their own accord until all natural color had faded and began to glow red. There was something so unnerving about relationships, trying to twist myself into an image of what I guess he might like, just to see if I could even get consideration to be in his life. Mira and Levy keep trying to tell me to be myself but I know that doesn't work, they probably know that's not true, too. I was there for them when they stretched themselves day and night to be with Laxus and Freed and to be honest, it looked like torture. I barely know the man, yet I'm trying to decide which direction I want to stretch myself in and now that I'm here, in this position, I... I don't know if I want to go through with it.

But the little I did know about him, I was head over heels for. It was his oddness that got my initial attention but he had another side. When he was alone, when his team wasn't there yet and he sat up there alone he did odd things. He'd talk to his totem souls genuinely like they were his family, the same way my spirits were to me. Or the way he would argue with his teammates, he had this strong spirit but one of my personal favorite traits was his perverseness and how t so evenly matched my own.

I couldn't tell you how many times I'd tried to covertly stare at his lips, silently daydreaming about the kissing tricks he could do with his tongue. Of course those tricks were welcome anywhere else and God, did I want that. There was that familiar, oh so welcomed twinge in my stomach. My breath shortened slightly. Even more than I stared at his lips, I watched the way his muscles flexed when he moved. When he would walk- to say the least, the man was sexy.

And in the height of my imagination getting away with my control, Bickslow walked in. He looked amazing. Mira said dressy casual and damn it, if the man didn't clean up nice. My teeth sunk into my bottom lip as Laxus pulled him into the guild, every muscle in his body flexing beneath his nice cut, black vest. And tight but not too tight, crisp lavender dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows just right. And those black jeans that had his ass looking so nice that might just have tempted me for the perfect one night. Maybe just one night of sex was all it took. Just one night to step outside my boundaries and show him everything we might be together.

Bickslow had me practically drooling and didn't even know it and in the height of my drool fest, my friends show up... Like they always do. It's just like them to ruin my fun. They couldn't just let me be happy in my little daydreaming world, they of course had to force me into a relationship because that's just what the she-devil and her blue henchman did. They tried to make peoples' dreams come true and the only way to do so was through matchmaking, right? Well, that's how it works in their logic and I loved them for it but I wasn't sure. They were trying to do right by my heart but in my head, the logical and worrisome gears always turning, weren't sure. I don't know what I want to do and the closer and closer they pushed me toward the idea of a relationship, the more prevalent rejection became in my head.

I was happy in my own skin, happy with who I was as a person but Bickslow probably wanted someone edgier like Cana for instance. I just didn't know but I did know I couldn't be her.

"Hey, Lu-chan! Ya ready?" And there was the blue henchman, ready to push me farther into the she-devil's plan.

I chuckled, "Not even a little." I smiled jokingly but it was the truth. I laid my head on Levy's shoulder as Mira slid into the table booth beside me. Their presence was still nice even if they were the cause of my stress. I took one last glance at Bickslow just in case it was the last time he didn't see me in a strange or negative light.

"Oh, don't rush her. Hey, Lucy." Mira smiled over at me.

"Hey! How have my best ladies been?" I sat up to wrap my arms around their shoulders, pulling them in tight.

"Absolutely amazing. We started planning your wedding. How do you feel about the colors peach and turquoise? Or would you prefer something a little more sophisticated like black and lilac?"

"I think black and lilac would be better because Bickslow wears those colors and we could do it up so that it fits your brighter personality. Mira thinks peach and turquoise because-" Levy began to go on and on. I had to stop her right then and there.

"What the hell are you guys talking about!? I don't even know the man!" I knew my face was glowing a bright red. I'm not sure if it was in anger or in complete and total shock and embarrassment. I snatched my arms away from their shoulders and wrapped them around my chest, trying to protect myself from their crazy.

"Oh, Honey, it's okay. Me and Levy know Bickslow well enough and you guys would be perfect!" Mira wrapped her own arm around my waist, pulling me close to her side.

"It's only natural there's a wedding next." Levy chimed in.

They leaned in, catching themselves trying to console me. I swear they had hit an all new high in crazy. I took another glance up, finding Bickslow staring back at me, and just as quickly I dropped my head back down.

Dear Mavis, I don't know what I'm in for.