Disclaimer: I do not own Hiro Mashima's Fairy Tail nor any work professionally associated with it. All original plots and characters are mine.

Summary

These are conversations, situations, and misadventures of the Nashi, Luna, and the rest of the up-and-coming generation of Fairy Tail! Based off Fairy Adventure and From Fairy Small to Fairy Big.

Today's Premise

Gare-bear will always provide moral support to his Sparkles.

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Fairy Conversations, Situations, and Misadventures

by

Magnafeana

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#FindrsKeeprs

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"Should I swipe right on this one?"

Gary sighed as Dazzler tried to show him the profile on her Compact. He glanced at the screen once before turning back to his drawing on his living room wall. "Swipe left. Guy looks like a total douche and he lives twenty-three miles away. No."

Dazzler rolled her lips as she thought about it. "But, like, he's twenty-three and he's a bio-med major," she whined. Her eyes widened. "Oh, shit, he's only one-seventy centimeters?" She swiped left. "No thanks."

"Don't you have anything better to do than to come to my apartment and play with Findr?" Gary grunted as he lightly drew out a gleam for the eye. "Like—I don't know—go on a job since you're bitching about how low on cash you are or go teach T'oree about pole-dancing or something?"

Dazzler flopped back onto Gary's couch and looked at the Lacrima-Vision. She had little interest in what was playing—it was a Magica fairy tale film—and went back to Findr on her Compact. "I'm horny and since I can't get Cowboy's dick, I'll have to settle with my second option." She wrinkled her nose when she saw a very goth-looking profile pop up and instantly swiped left.

Gary shivered and tossed Dazzler a reproachful look. "I don't need to know about your heat, Sparkles," he grumbled. He turned back to his outlining. "Don't even dare bring some asshole into my condo, by the way. I'm lucky I caught you sucking his dick on my couch instead of my bed." He made a face. "More like unlucky, but it's better than my bed."

Dazzler groaned. "Why won't Cowboy even look at me?" she whined, kicking her legs. "I'm, like, a total catch with a nice ass and everything!"

"Not as nice as Angel's," Gary commented under his breath. "Ever think Mustang might just view you as a friend or something? Besides, he's all about saving himself until marriage."

Dazzler huffed. "Doesn't mean foreplay's out of the picture, Gare-bear," she muttered. "He never looks at my ass when I wear my high-rise shorts; he didn't even look at my tits when I did that wet t-shirt contest; he doesn't even care when I show some bare back…" She exaggerated a moan. "Am I ugly or something? Why does he have to be such a freaking gentleman all the time?"

Gary shrugged. "Call it 'southern hospitality'," he reasoned. "Aunt Bisca said he was pretty much raised to be a southern gentleman."

"A real gentleman would understand what's in front of them and fuck the be-Jesus out of them," Dazzler growled and swiped right on a tan man of one-eighty, twenty-five, and had two dogs.

Gary groaned. "Sparkles, I love you, but, please, shut up," he begged. "I get you're horny, you're near your period, and Mustang is the only one you want, but can you try to have a little more tact?"

Dazzler snorted as she got another match. "Virgins," she muttered. She adjusted herself on the couch. "I mean, seriously, am I just not that hot?" She sat up and threw half her body over the back of the couch to use puppy-eyes on Gary. "You'd fuck me, right, Gare-bear?"

Gary turned his head to give her an Are you crazy? look. "No because you're my best friend and I'm saving myself for Angel," he answered like she was slow.

Dazzler scowled. "Well, like, yeah, but hypothetically, you would, right?" she checked.

Gary sighed and put down his pencil to grab his Compact. He pulled up his contacts. "Again, no," he stressed. "Give me a second." He pressed a contact and began to call them. It took only one ring for someone to answer.

"Yolo yolo yolo yo," came muffled answer on speaker.

Dazzler looked betrayed. "You called Cade?!"

Gary grinned. "Cade, Sparkles is getting all worried she doesn't have it anymore. You'd have sex with her, right?"

There was no pause. "Sure. She's got a nice ass and pretty decent C-cups," Cade said with no shame. "I'd fuck her."

"If we fucked, I'd fuck you, le Fay, and not the other way around," Dazzler snapped at him.

"Someone sounds bitchy," Cade muttered.

"PMS plus Mustang," Gary said simply.

Cade began to coo. "Aww. Is wicked witch of the west getting all insecure that my boy doesn't want tap her sweet ass? I'll gladly step in and let you ride me like a cowgirl."

"Screw you, man whore!" Dazzler shouted, flopping back onto the couch. "You too, Gare-bear! I hate you!"

Gary laughed. "Gotta go. She apparently hates me now, so I guess she doesn't want me to cook dinner."

Dazzler raised a middle finger for Gary to see. "I never said you couldn't feed me!"

Gary ended the call as he got up. He hung himself over the back of the couch to watch as Dazzler grumpily swiped through Findr. "Seriously, Sparkles, what's your damage? You can't be sex-deprived ever since you and that one dude with the tongue-piercing hooked up a week ago. And, even if you were, I know you'd be making all sorts of bad decisions at some club you'd drag me to and leave me there with drunk women trying to get it with me."

"I said I was, 'sorry', okay?" Dazzler huffed, not looking at him as she swiped left on a man. "I didn't mean to leave you, okay? But, I just really needed to get fucked. I'm sorry I'm a shitty best friend and I'm ugly and no guy wants me."

Gary frowned. "Hey, that's not true," he protested. "A lot of guys do."

"Mustang doesn't," Dazzler said miserably. "Do you think he thinks I'm too slutty? Maybe I gained weight or something…"

Gary was already shaking his head. "Sparkles, don't put yourself down like that," he scolded. He prodded her stomach and earned an involuntary laugh. "You, bestie, are a damn eleven. Don't settle for anything less than an eleven. You aren't slutty. I mean, sure, you can act like a slut—" He flinched back when Dazzler tried to hit him. "But," he added quickly, "that doesn't make you one. You go out and have fun. Screw some randoms, no strings attached, and hold your head up high. I mean, damn, Sparkles, you have literally no shame." He grimaced. "Remember when you told me in thorough detail how you imagine Mustang when you use your vibrator?" He looked ready to throw up. "I hate remembering that, but I'm gonna use it for moral support."

Dazzler laughed. Nothing forced or feeble. A genuine laugh. "Yeah, I remember that. And I promise I will never speak of the intimate time I have with my toys to you ever again."

Gary let out a whoosh of air. "Oh, thank God, because I can't handle that awkwardness again." Sobering up, he continued: "The point I'm saying is that you're a confident woman comfortable in your own skin." He flicked her forehead and chuckled at her cross look. "So stop getting all weird and blaming your food babies on you not getting some from Mustang, okay?"

Dazzler mocking rolled her eyes. "Yes, Daddy," she supposed. She rolled onto her back and sighed, eyes flicking over to Gary. She brushed back her hair. "But, for real, would you fuck me? I'd fuck you."

Gary rolled his eyes as he got up. "Nope," he responded, popping the p. "Quit asking me that. I told you I'm saving myself for Angel."

"Sure, that's great and all, but I know guys get boners and horny ever so many times," Dazzler pointed out. "And, since you're a virgin, you've got me curious on how you handle it."

Gary went back to drawing on his wall. "There's this wonderful thing called 'porn'," he told her, sardonic. "I know you know it because you send me cringy porn videos that I almost always regret watching."

Dazzler popped her chin onto the top of the couch to watch Gary. "It's so weird," she admitted. "Like, I could never see you watching porn."

Gary shrugged. "I don't really need to," he confessed.

Dazzler looked interested as she began to grin. "Really? So, then, what do you do to get off?"

Gary's cheeks pinkened. "I'm not answering that."

Dazzler got up as she felt compelled to keep prying. "Okay, you're blushing, so it has to deal with Nashi," she decided. She put it all together and gasped a laugh. "You totally jack off to your wet dreams about her, don't you?"

A pencil was thrown at her.