#i was not able to capture my yellow shorts which are really the binding factor for this look

[monster-noises]

Today i was told by a man in above the ass cut off jorts, a crop top that said 'worlds sluttiest dad' and the tiniest sunglasses known to man, in reference to my Look, that; 'the vibes are Perfect'

He/him

[theolddarkmachine]

Must Love Cats- Chapter Six

Levy hadn’t planned on being a pet sitter when she’d moved into the city. She also hadn’t planned on pet sitting for a sex god either, but here she was.

AKA the one where Levy is a pet sitter, Gajeel is her client, and Lily is the glue that binds them together.

WOW Y’ALL LET ME START OFF BY SAYING HOW SORRY I AM THAT I ROYALLY SCREWED THE POOCH ON GETTING THIS UPDATE UP! I hadn’t really factored in how much things as far as my schedule would change with my move, not to mention the whole getting settled in thing has been a bit of a bitch. While I thought I’d get home and have a ton of time, my family had different ideas and I’ve been getting in a load of prime family time. (Since I’ve been living across the country from them for three years up to this point lol.) I’m back though and I want to apologize profusely for keeping you guys waiting. I honestly should stop doing deadlines because I know I’m the worst at keeping up with them D: I am gonna try to stick with Wednesday updates on this one, HOWEVER I may start just updating at least once a week, whenever I can since my fam bam likes to keep my on my toes. Again, I’m super sorry for the wait and I hope y’all can forgive me!

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It had been a little over a week since they’d really started texting each other. Eight days to be exact, not that Levy was counting or anything because that would be absolutely ridiculous. Okay, call her ridiculous, she was counting, but she couldn’t help herself. They’d fallen into such easy conversation it didn’t feel like they’d only ever met twice in person. As they’d been texted they’d started to send each other random photos showing  what they were doing at the time, though Gajeel’s photos were always so much more impressive than hers. Each day she’d receive photos of beautiful sights in Europe, photos from side stage of the band he was touring with, and the occasional selfie of him with either of those. She was aware that her favorites should have been some of the gorgeous places he was sharing with her, but damn it all if she didn’t say she was drawn to the ones that had him in it. Even in photos it felt like he was staring straight into her soul, completely aware of the inner turmoil he was causing her. She, on the other hand, filled his texts with pictures of the pets she was with that day and Lily, which she was certain he didn’t find anywhere near as entertaining as she found his. Gajeel never complained though. In fact, he very humbly entertained her and all the random thoughts she had, and photos she sent. It made him that much more endearing and she wasn’t quite sure how much longer she was going to be able to ignore the growing burn of yearning in the pit of her stomach whenever she saw his name flash across her phone screen. At the current moment in time, she was actually fighting back the feeling as she stared at the current message from the cat owner, which contained a picture of the venue the band was playing in tonight in London and a short message:

ud love it here this city is amazin

“Texting Gajeel again, I see,” Lucy’s voice broke her concentration, causing Levy to drop her phone. With the speed she hadn’t even known her friend possessed, the blonde snatched the phone up almost before it had time to fall onto Levy’s bed. The bluenette silently cursed her friend as she made a futile attempt to grab it back from her. On a normal day she’d have left before Lucy was even awake and her roommate wouldn’t have even had the chance to notice that yes, she was indeed texting Gajeel. Be that as it may, they both happened to have the day off today, so of course she noticed. Lucy had started noticing she’d been particularly attached to her phone around the third day they’d been talking, and managed to sneak a peak at who had captured her interests on the sixth day. She’d been an absolute thorn in her side since, trying her damnedest to sneak a glance at what it was they were talking about, as if it were anything scandalous.

“Now, let’s see what it is this mysterious man has been sending you to capture your heart,” the blonde said slyly, throwing a wink in Levy’s direction.

“C’mon, Luce, give it back!” Levy snatched at the phone again, falling short as Lucy hopped out of reach. Her eyes scanned the opened message and accompanying photo before looking up at her with a smug look.

“So you both seem to be getting on well,” she said with a smile. “Levy, you little minx, you haven’t told me anything!” The bluenette felt the heat rise to her cheeks as she tried to avoid eye contact.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replied quietly. The blonde shook her head as she hummed doubtfully and scrolled through the messages. A minute or so passed as her eyes danced across the screen.

“From the looks of it you have been talking for a week now, and from the looks of it you have been flirting,” Lucy said in a singsong voice. She didn’t want to admit that it felt like they were flirting, because Levy did believe in jinxes, but it felt an awful lot like they had been. Which, she was totally okay with. However, with the way Lucy was eyeing her, she really didn’t want to go into detail knowing that her friend would only drive her crazy with questions about it.

“It’s nothing, really, Luce,” she said in an exasperated tone, reaching for her phone again and finally getting it. “He’s just really cool to talk to. He’d be a great friend to have, and you know I don’t have many out here besides you guys.” It was mostly true anyway. Saying it was nothing, however, had caused a bothersome pang to ripple through her chest before she shook it off.

“A great friend to have,” Lucy repeated, staring at Levy with a incredulous look. The bluenette nodded in response, aware that she wasn’t fooling either of them. Her best friend sighed loudly with a look of resignation in her eyes. “Look, Lev, I love you. A lot. And Erza loves you, and Juvia loves you. We will always be here for you for anything, and you know we only want the best for you.” She paused, staring at Levy as if she was waiting for permission to continue. Levy, to her credit, wasn’t quite sure where this was going. “We haven’t really brought it up, because we figured that you’d say something on your own, but I think it’s time I say something anyway. Lev, you’re lonely. And I know you hide it for everyone’s sake so we don’t feel bad for living our lives, but you go to work and only see animals all day. You come home and see us. Wash, rinse, repeat. You hardly ever get to see other people, and normally when you do it’s on your day off when you get into a studio to pitch your script.”

Levy bit the inside of her cheek, feeling the sting as it drew blood. It distracted her from the pain she’d started to feel well up in her chest as Lucy said everything she had left unsaid from anyone.

“You work your ass off, and I just worry you’re going to work so hard and push everything away while doing so, that you’re going to let your life pass you by.” Lucy reached out to grab her hand and squeezed it before smiling at her. “I won’t harp on it, because I know you hate that, but I just want to say that this guy seems like a good one. And he seems to like you. So, don’t let him get away because ‘it would be weird since he’s a client,’ or ‘you’re too busy,’ or literally any other excuse I know you’ve been feeding yourself to push down how you feel.”

With that close to her unexpected talk, Lucy let go of Levy’s hand, and headed out of their room, leaving her alone. The blonde had always been very perceptive of how Levy felt, almost knowing more about her feelings than she normally did, which did drive her crazy especially whenever Lucy decided to put in her two cents on the matter. But as the pain in her chest started to ebb away, leaving a numbness in its wake, she realized just how right her friend was. As much as she hated to admit it, she was lonely. When she’d moved into the city she’d started working almost immediately, and she filled up as much of her time as possible with work. Erza, Juvia and Lucy were all so happy with what they were doing, and with the people they’d met and it wasn’t that she was jealous since it was entirely of her design, not at all. Just that she envied that they had more than just the people in their apartment to turn to from time to time. She stared down at her phone, whose screen had fallen to sleep since Lucy had handed it back to her.

Don’t let him get away.

The thought echoed through her mind as she pressed the home screen to awaken the screen and unlocked it to open her messages again.

ud love it here this city is amazin

The small voice in the back of her mind reminded her that he was a client.

Don’t let him get away.

Her phone vibrated in her hand as she received another message from him, this time a photo of him and the band standing in front of the venue. Levy’s heart jumped as she saw the smile stretched across Gajeel’s face. She definitely wouldn’t let him get away.

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Levy filled Gajeel’s thoughts for the entirety of the band’s set tonight, and even more so now that they had also given him a few more shots than he’d intended to take. At least, that’s the reason he told himself. If he could bring himself to be honest, he hadn’t been able to get her out of his head for some time, especially in the past week that they’d been talking. He couldn’t remember the last time he connected so well with someone and was able to talk with them all day every day, yet here he was in constant communication with a near stranger and he couldn’t stop thinking about her because of it.

Gajeel had learned so much about the blue haired woman in the short amount of time they’d really been talking that he felt like he’d known her for a lifetime. He could tell you that her favorite color was yellow, that her favorite book was called the Death and Life of Charlie St. Cloud, and that she was currently writing a script about two lovers cursed to keep finding each other in each life just for the guy to die for the girl every time. He could tell you that she hated mornings-- a fact he’d picked up on just by the change in her use of exclamation points in the mornings-- and he could tell you that prior to starting her job as a pet sitter, she’d never considered herself a fan of cats. So yeah, it felt like he’d known her for a lifetime instead of only meeting her twice and really talking to her for a little over a week.

“The woman?” The singer’s voice asked from behind him as Gajeel sat at the bar with another shot of whiskey in front of him and his phone in his hand. He nodded in response as he unlocked his phone to see the message he’d just received from her. He’d given up on denying that she wasn’t “his lass” after the first couple of days he’d been on tour. While he knew she wasn’t his by any means, it was easier than trying to explain why he couldn’t tear himself away from his phone because of his catsitter. The singer chuckled as he clapped a hand on Gajeel’s back, peaking over his shoulder at the photo she’d sent him before leaving him be.

The alcohol must have really been hitting him, because as he stared at the picture, his heart began to race. At least, that’s what he told himself. The bluenette was smiling into the camera in the photo as Lily sat on her shoulder as if he was a parrot instead of a cat. It looked like Lily had been rubbing his head against her’s and her eyes were bright with laughter. His breath caught in his throat as he looked at the photo. She was so beautiful and he wanted nothing more than to let her know that. He took in the way her eyes crinkled at the edges with happiness, and the way her blue locks perfectly framed her face. While they’d been exchanging photos, Gajeel had sent selfies but she never had until now. His memory certainly hadn’t done her any justice. Even through his small phone screen, her smile blinded him. Levy liked to say that his job was so cool and she’d much rather be in his shoes, but in that moment he wanted nothing more than to be there, with them. Closing out his messages, he pulled up his camera and took a quick selfie with his next shot. Opening messages again, he sent it and threw back the whiskey, reveling in the burn that slid down his throat to distract him from the way his stomach was twisting with desire. His phone went off immediately with her reply.

Man, I wish I was there.

His fingers typed his response before his mind caught up.

me too