i couldn't help myself okay

I realized that I didn’t know what else to do.

That’s when I finally understood… There’s nothing left to do.

You’re gone and that has to be okay with me.

—  It’s not though
It’s not fair that you’re still the only person that can make me smile even when I’m so incredibly down. It’s not fair that your voice is the only thing that seems to calm me down when I’m thinking about getting out of town and never seeing this place again. It’s not fair that your eyes locked on mine makes me feel more cared for than my own family does. It’s not fair that you left and found new places to leave pieces of your heart after I let you into my head. It’s not fair that I’m still upset and you seem just fine. It may not be fair but I wouldn’t have it any other way because when I think about you with your eyes still so bright… It makes me happy again. It’s not fair but I hope you’re so unbelievably happy. That’s the only thing that makes this unfairness bearable.
—  It’s not fair that you don’t think about me anymore, but it’s still okay.

Title: sharing is caring

Rating: K+

Summary: As Gajeel stood there frozen stiff, he realized that his idea of a practical joke had backfired.

Word count: 1,637

Warnings: gajevy, future!fic, humor, gajeel being a dad, halloween pranks, sickening fluff

I blame this entirely on the fact that Halloween is coming up. Also I’ve been having a huge Gajevy craving recently and I haven’t written anything for them in forever so…here!! ヽ(゚∀゚)ノ

Gajeel grinned as he dumped the plastic bag of candy wrappers onto the living room floor, snickering to himself as he scooted them around. He placed them strategically all over the floor with relish, imagining the comical look of outrage that his daughter would give him, how she would stomp her feet and glare just like her mom.

Levy, in the kitchen, sighed and shook her head. “Gajeel, that’s a horrible trick to play on her,” she chided as she sipped her coffee.

“Hah?” he snorted at his wife, tossing her a look over his broad shoulder. “C’mon, it’ll be funny as hell.” The iron dragonslayer propped his hands on his pajama-clad hips and surveyed his handiwork with a sense of accomplishment and a nod.

It looked perfectly disheveled…as though someone had stayed up all night eating candy.

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I tell everyone that I’m happy you and I didn’t work things out this time and that I’m glad you found someone new again. Hell, I sit in the car and have to practically chant it to myself in the morning so I don’t lose it when I see her grab your hand. My face hurts from smiling and laughing too much in hopes that you’ll see how totally okay I am with this. We’re going to walk away from this one day and babe, you really screwed up pushing me away. You were my best friend and then you decided that you’d rather have their approval than mine. You’re going to wish that you could go back in time and tell me that you loved me even when I didn’t see it. You’re going to regret every single time you made me upset. You and her aren’t going to work out. In the end, we always will… Too bad I don’t think I’m going to have the energy to give us another chance. You ruined us. One day, you’re going to wish you hadn’t.
—  It’s nearly been a year
As you were kissing me, all I was thinking about was how I never thought we would ever be so close again. Once we were done.. It was like I could see you leaving all over again and I had to close my eyes so I wouldn’t ask you to stay. I know I’m walking into trap and yet I’m still walking into your arms because as always I want you to prove me wrong.
—  I won’t tell if you won’t
Come fight with me
—  It’s better than not hearing your voice


There was always a weight in her heart when she was alone. Like something reminding her of what she’d lost, and what she’d left. When it got really bad she made lists, reasons she was doing this, what she’s accomplished so far, things to keep her going. When that didn’t work, she pulled out her maps, tried to plot a route that he wouldn’t be able to guess, because of course. Of course one of the people she was most desperate to avoid was the one hot on her trail. She was doing just that, mapping a new route through the city, when the booth seat across from her that she had her feet on sunk, prompting a sigh and something like a resigned smile from her. I’ll buy you lunch if you tell me how you keep finding me. She said, folding her maps up.