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They were both into action movies, she was more into the Sci-Fi, murder mystery, fantasy, best-selling-book-series-made-into-movies kind and he was gun slinging, fast getaways, detailed punches, and thrillers.

Despite their parallel tastes, there was still one weekend set aside a month for them to deviate and take turns choosing a film that fell under 'guilty pleasure'.

Her turn was up, a gut wrenching war movie that had a small romantic subplot played over the screen. But there were explosions and underdogs winning, so he couldn't say it was all that bad.

The few lines of epilogue materialized on the screen, but whatever peace and satisfaction that lead to this moment was shattered in white font materializing over the girl's picture, she'd been the unlikely romantic subplot.

"Wait, that's it?"

Levy furrowed her brow and twisted in her spot nestled beside Gajeel to stare at him. "What do you mean 'that's it'?"

"That's how they wrap it up? Just like that?"

"Well, you see they won-"

"No, not that. The-." He stopped, realizing he was about to make a complete fool of himself and the girl beside him was absolutely not above hanging it over his head.

Despite his lack of explanation, she seemed to catch on anyways. Levy glanced to the screen, then back at him, a cheshire-like grin unfurling on her face. He huffed and abruptly stood from the couch, leaving her to fall down into the cushions.

She began to laugh as he took their empty glasses and popcorn bowl to the kitchen. He had hoped to escape her and then deny the entire thing happened when they got ready for bed. She followed him anyways.

He rinsed the glasses in the sink as she wrapped her arms around his middle and dug her chin into his back. "Are you upset that he didn't find her? Did you want true love to win out against the odds in a glorious reunion against a bright and golden sunset?"

"Tch, no. Just thought the pacing didn't fit."

Levy bowed her head, placing her forehead over his spine. "It's okay if you did, you know."

Gajeel scoffed and turned in her arms, ruffling his hands through her hair once he was settled with his back to the sink. "It wouldn't have been realistic."

Levy cocked her head and blinked up at him. "Sometimes unrealistic is good, right?"

Damn it all if her owlish eyes and innocent inquiry didn't make him agree. He ducked down and sealed his mouth over hers, angling her chin after a moment. "Yeah, sometimes."

#51; watching a sappy movie, one of them has a surprising reaction to the film

originally posted: 10-16-13

A/N: This one's actually pseudo-autobiographical and actually a real film that I saw eight years ago. I was sort of rooting for the happy ending to the romantic subplot and when I lamented this to a friend, they mentioned that they liked how it ended because it gave the subplot a more realistic feel. Obviously, the last part during their conversation isn't autobiographical and just Gajeel and Levy hidden meaning fluff.