#my heart did a weird clumsy somersault

[dutifullylazybread]

I'd like to present this lovely piece of art that came across my dash today. Hope you enjoy.

https://twitter.com/meggdrasil/status/1784644974467805276?t=g8O4N1yCFCpWd2olSPVK7Q&s=19

WELL HELLO SAILOR

Anon, you have made this morning lovely and you have given me plot bunnies. 🫂

Thank you for this delicious meal!

[lovelymagazine]

Falling In Love

Looking at his tall, lanky frame, sitting at the cramped seats of my favorite diner with his kind eyes crinkling from smiling at the waiter, I wanted to strangle him. Maybe, kick his shins, and punch his arm. Anything but think about how pretty he is. How his eyes sparkled when he got excited about the story he was telling, or the little upturn of his mouth when he smiled that made my stomach somersault. 

I should not be liking him, not in that way, at least. Platonically, yes; romantically, I had no chance. 

I met him at the library, rather it was him casually sliding by my side, asking if he could borrow my charger and my friend’s phone number. I glared at him, and he just grinned earnestly at me back, making me want to smack the stupid smile off his face. So a reluctant friendship began, my (unhelpful) ways of wing-womaning, and his clumsy yet adorable attempts to woo my friend. 

Along the way, the platonic feelings that I had for him morphed into something bigger, indescribable and weird. His little smirks that used to annoy me knocked the wind out of me. The banter we shared that used to be annoying and grating made me smile and want for more. Everything that I found irritated by that was so him made me fall desperately more. 

Then, it began. Google searches of “How do I get over him” or “Do I like him or am I just lonely” or “Is it unethical to like a guy that is trying to woo your friend, and you’re helping and she might like him back too.” 

Sleepless nights of thinking about the friendships I’m betraying by liking him; twinges of sadness when I see him trying to flirt with my friend; and needles of insecurity pricking my heart knowing I could never be the girl he could like. So, I swallowed it all like a curse. Tasting my own despair, longing, and fondness; a mixture of sweetness and burning that made me want to hurl. 

“Lila, hello?” he says, waving his hand in front of my face. “Are you there or did I lose you to all my ramblings of how the date went?” he said grinning, his head cocked to the side. 

Oh, yes. 

Ah. 

The infamous date that my friend, Sara and him went. How could I ever forget? I helped both of them to plan the date, supported them before, and walked through every single thing that they needed to do on that forsaken date that I could have been the third-wheel joining them. 

I rolled my eyes, looking away from him, so he wouldn't see the hurt. “Prem, you woke me up at this ungodly hour, dragged me to get food with you stating an emergency was for you to talk about the date.” I say, annoyed. I slump back on to the seat, looking at him. “You could have texted me about it. The message would have been the same.”

“But, Lila,” he says pouting. “You wound me. Don’t you think you want to know how your pet project ended up being, in person?” He said, wiggling his eyebrows and chuckling, like he’s a kid letting me into a rambunctious secret that ends up being a simple fact. 

The fact is that Prem and Sara would end up together, and I would lose no friendships over a stupid, silly, little crush. 

I lean over, feigning excitement, resting my chin against my palm.  “So, Prem, tell me about it.” I said, pausing. “But, before that, let me guess how it all went down. I just know that the sparks were flying, both of you could not tear your eyes away from each other as the conversations flowed. Every moment felt never ending, and y’all fell madly in love.” I said, exaggeratedly waving my arms around, hoping the dramatics conceal the hurt I felt. “Spare me the details, Prem. I’m tired.” I said, sipping on my coffee, looking outside at the rare moment of stillness during the early hours. 

“No, actually not, Lila. It felt stagnant.” My eyes shot back at him, placing my coffee cup with a loud thud. My face filled with shock as he continued. 

“There was nothing that made me feel exhilarated, or alive. It felt so unnatural that we had to cancel the date early. We realized we are not compatible and that our hearts lie elsewhere. Sara and I decided to just be friends.” he said, knowingly, like it was a matter-of-fact. 

I stared gapingly at him trying to process what he said. Slowly, my confusion turned into annoyance and irritation. “Prem, what the fuck? Are you kidding me?” I hissed. “You spent the better half of the semester flirting and trying to get Sara to go on a date with you, only for you to say the feelings are not there. All the hard work, all of my, our, efforts were for failure.” I groaned and let my head fall against the table, my fingers massaging my temple. 

Even if part of me was annoyed by the time spent and energy lost for the pursuit to end in such an anti-climatic fashion, the other traitorous half of me can’t help but slightly rejoice and hope that I could have a chance with him. The silence engulfed us, the sound of small talk and smell of early-morning coffee filling the space between us. 

“It wasn’t for failure, Lila.” I hear him say, after a couple of moments. I look up at him, quizzically. “I met you, Lila, and I would do it all over again just to have you in my life.” he says, softly and nervously, looking away from me like those words would make me run away from him. I look at him, blinking and holding my breath, not wanting to break the moment between us. 

“More coffee?” the waitress asks, looking at the both of us, smiling like she knows something that we don’t. I glanced at my coffee cup, still half-full, and I can’t help the smile that breaks out on my face.

[collectivemesses]

In true Tae fashion, he easily mistook the other's reaction for eagerness. Maybe he was as hungry as Tae was? Just far less... vocal about it. Intentionally or not. That must be it. Sky did seem very flushed... Maybe he just needed some fresh air and a good drink and some good food and hed be back to right as rain. That was it!

And so Tae gave him a grin and nodded, glancing towards the room where his own belongings were being stored, "Alright, well I'll be back in like, five minutes," he promised, even glancing at his watch to take note of the time so he could make sure he was just five minutes. He could do that... He'd gotten ready in way less time with way more to do. He had this.

He started towards the door, turning to walk backwards about halfway with that grin still in place, "Oh! And I'm paying, so don't worry about your wallet!" He called back, shooting him another wink before turning and walking... straight into the door. He grunted, a wave of embarrassment turning his cheeks bright red. Awesome...

A nervous laugh in Sky's direction, a half-point at the handle and he was turning it, backing into the room with a sheepish smile... And then he closed it and huffed out a breath. Why was his heart doing weird somersaults still? Why was he so clumsy? Well, that was a question for all times, but this one in particular. Shaking his head, he quickly headed to his back and changed back into his jeans and a simple white t-shirt, switching out his shoes and checking on the little red mark starting to grow on his forehead from where he'd hit the door. He curled up his nose, grumbled under his breath, before shaking his head and grabbing his bag, phone, helmet and motorbike keys and heading back out. One last glance at his watch and... 4 minutes, 34 seconds. Success.

"Ha, beat my time," he laughed as he reached Sky, smile well and truly back in place now, "What food do you fancy? My treat. Oh, and uh... I have a bike and a spare... spare helmet if you fancy somewhere a bit further out..."

Sky's eyes dipped down again---at the noise! Because and only on account of the grumbling he heard behind chiseled muscles. And he was just about to pipe up, to gently refute the little compliment but oh dear his brain was out of commission for the moment. Because just as his lips parted to speak, everything paused in the eternal seconds between a fleeting touch, brushed hair, and close proximity.

"I-it's no.. not a problem, r-really!" Sky managed to puff out, brought back into the moment by more gurgling that thankfully, surely, hopefully drowned out the sound of a pounding heart. His eyes lifted, watching a strong hand slip through the other's hair. It must be pretty smooth, easy to run fingers through and focus. But once again, like chiseled clockwork, yet another thing the other did or said caught Sky so so fully of guard.

"Y-..you..." A million more blinks forewent warm cheeks and dry lips as he fully took in the other. But he smiled and nodded before he could think much of it, trying to jostle his brain back together. "It.. IT would be an honour, really! And I remembered to bring my wallet thankfully uhm!" He bounced slightly in his spot in only gentle, professional levels of excitement and that was entirely it.

"Please take your time getting comfortable! I have no plans for the rest of the evening anyways and the last bus doesn't leave for a while and--- you didn't ask about any of that so I should really stop talking and here I go" With a concentrated effort, glossed lips pressed shut and Sky gave one more nod. "When.. When you're ready I'll just be sitting here!"

[spencersmagic]

Middle of Adventure - 505 series.

(found on pinterest).

masterlist // 505 series // taglist

summary: a part two to "greet me with good bye" (found here)

couple: fem reader x spencer reid

category: angst, hurt/comfort

warnings: general criminal minds violence, mentions of guns, curse words (f*ck/f*cking), crying.

words: 1.8k

time to read: 10 minutes.

***

It was quite ironic.

The space between them had never felt as empty, as ruined, as it did right now. It felt like the love, the care that they had had for each other all those years back, all the patience and truth they had shared, had been stolen. The woman in front of them had done it for them.

The last two years seemed empty now. Emotionless. Worthless.

The feelings they had for each other had always been unspoken. Excluding a few instances, core instances that needed verbal confirmation, they had always understood each other without having to share a word. They were both profilers, for God’s sake.

Spencer’s fidgeting in the plane rides on the way back from a tough case was always understood by Y/N. She had always made sure to hold him, caress his hair or read to him when he was feeling anxious. Similarly, when she was feeling weird after an uncomfortable encounter with a disgusting unsub, closing in on herself, carrying herself differently, he would always pick up on it. He’d cover her with a blanket and tell her random facts about the stars, or lemons, or the first shoes discovered… Anything that could get her mind away from the filthy words he had spewed at her.

There were no words exchanged between. Because they always knew what the other needed.

Because they cared. And they wanted the other to be okay.

The lack of words didn’t mean a lack of communication. There was constantly a line of communication between the two of them, established through body language, looks and short beginnings of sentences right before the other picked up on what they wanted. Everything was clear between them. They always just knew.

This had taken time. Of course, it had. At first, they were clumsy. Y/N’s anxiety attacks had gone worse once when he had tried to distract her by talking about the climate crisis (a horrible idea, if you ask me). Similarly, she had learned that after Spencer’s rare, but long talks with Hotch weren’t the moment to make sarcastic comments about, well, anything.

All they had was silence and the promise to love the other if they needed it.

But right now, as they stood in front of the unsub, then woman who had been tormenting Spencer for the past few months with little letters, threats and promises to hurt everybody he knew and loved (or at least everybody who was left), it felt like nothing could ever be the same.

She had called herself “The Woman”, which Y/N understood. She wanted to be everything to Spencer.

She stood still, calmly, knowingly. Because nothing he did could change the course of action that was about to occur tonight. The stillness in the weapon she had aimed at Y/N made sure to make that clear.

“Why would I need to break up with her, Clara? Y/N and I aren’t together” Spencer repeated calmly, trying to focus on his training so he could try to ignore the soft sobs that Y/N was letting out.

The gun rattled as Clara shook in anger.

“Bullshit! I’ve seen you together. For God’s sakes, I’ve seen the way you fucking look at her. You-“she laughed manically “You look at her like she’s hung the fucking stars – like you’re supposed to look at me! So don’t you dare fucking lie to me “. She was met with silence.

“You know…” tears welled in her eyes, strong façade faltering. “You were going to come back. We were supposed to meet, and you were supposed to love me like I have all these years. You abandoned me!” she screamed. “And now you’re with-with her”.

Nothing.

“Do it or I will shoot her!” she screamed, sending spit flying around. Flinching, she shakily repeated Clara’s words.

“Do it, Spencer. I can take it” she spoke clearly, forcing her voice to sound unworried.

It was quite ironic. Because they had been in a similar situation at the beginning of their relationship. And it would end like this, too.

“I can’t, Y/N. Y-you know I can’t! Why are you making me do this?!” he raised his voice suddenly, ripping his lungs open as he sunk down onto the floor. He crumbled upon himself as he sobbed. “I can’t. I can’t do it, Y/N.” he repeated over and over, the last bit of self-restraint leaving his body. “I can’t do it. You are everything. I c-can’t hurt” he hiccupped.

Y/N’s eyes absorbed Spencer every little movement and tremble. She felt as though he had kept her heart right up until this moment, bubble wrapped and intact, but now he was crushing it as he hugged himself tightly. It was too much to bear.

“Spencer, if you don’t do it, I will” she whispered. He looked up, tear eyed, and looked at Clara. Her smile was wide now, red nose, enjoying the scene that was unfolding in front of her. Spencer stood up shakily.

“Clara, you were my classmate in school. Having the chance to go to university, don’t you think I had to take it? Did- Didn’t you want what’s best for me?” he tried to reason. “You love me, right? Don’t you want me to be happy?”. She smiled sadly at him.

“I do. But not if it’s with her”.

He turned to Y/N, eyes filled with tears. “Y/N” he requested. Still, she couldn’t bear looking at him. “Y/N! Y/N. Please look at me” he shook. She turned.

“Y/N…” he whispered, taking a look at her, bloody and beaten. “Y/N, I can’t live without you. Since I met you, I haven’t been able to.” He paused. “You’re everything. I don’t how to live without you”.

“Spencer, you will have to learn. The middle of an adventure is such a perfect place to start” she whispered back. His face changed completely, eyes wide and surprised.

**

“Oh god! This is so tedious. When can we leave?” had whispered Reid, curling a lock of her hair around his finger.

“We’re here as guests, Spencer. It would be rude of us to leave” she had reprimanded him, seemingly unaltered by his puppy dog eyes.

“But-but my love” he all-but-whined. “I wanna go home”.

“Yeah? You “wanna go home”? Or are your pants getting a little bit too tight from staring down my top?” she shot back. He didn’t dare reply.

“Do you want to play, or not?” Y/N clarified. He nodded eagerly. She grabbed him by the hair as they slow-danced in the middle of the lounge with the other couples at Rossi’s new wife’s mansion.

She pulled him close, lips close to his ear in such a way that appeared innocent to outsiders. Her words, though, were another story.

“Okay, love. “Adventure” is our safe-word. I’m going to tease you and, the moment I bring up that word in conversation that’ll mean that you’ve done well and should now play along. I’ll make up some excuse and we can leave this god-awful party. Sounds good?” once again, he nodded eagerly.

**

“You know, Clara. Maybe you’re right” Spencer begun, looking into her eyes. “If she’s so okay with letting me go, she clearly doesn’t deserve my time” he swallowed his tears, hoping he was being convincing.

Clearly, Clara didn’t need a lot of convincing. After all, she had been looking for every single indicator in his words and looks in front of the camera to believe he was madly in love with her, and seeking her out.

She lowered the now-forgotten weapon, throwing it on the ground and herself on Spencer.

“You really think so, my love?”

A pet name Spencer had heard coming from Y/N, and had never felt as disgusting as it did in that moment. Spencer couldn’t even think about what it was doing to her.

He just nodded, hugging her back as convincingly as possible.

Sometimes, we do what we can to make our loved ones happy. Sometimes, we stay. Other times, we leave. We give and give for them. At the end of the day, it’s human nature to want to created strong bonds with those you love the most.

Spencer and Y/N weren’t an exception. They gave so much to each other – to their relationship. They loved with such a love that is only seen in movies, with a passion that only occurs during the darkest hours, and a heart that has only been broken and mended over and over.

In retrospection, Clara is no different either.

As Spencer pushed her off, Y/N threw herself to the ground to grab the gun, did a somersault and pointed it at her. Right on cue, Morgan and Prentiss burst into the old warehouse, pointing their guns at Clara.

“Step away from my boyfriend, you bitch”.

**

It felt almost surreal.

Especially to Spencer, who had been battling with the thought of her for the past three months. It felt like this moment would never come – like a breach in the space-time continuum had been formed and he was now experiencing a reality parallel to his own.

But feeling Y/N’s touch, hearing their mutual comforting words, stumbling like their relationship had been, was grounding. Perhaps not comfortable, or stable, of secure just yet. But it sent a message to both of them. “No matter what happens, no matter how many variations exist in your life, I will never be one. I’ll always be here”.

“You were supposed to come back! You were supposed to love me, and give me a beautiful life. Why didn’t you?” they heard Clara screaming. Tears were streaming down her face as the cop sat her down.

“You could’ve sent a letter, Clara” he reached to grab her handcuffs, which were clasped behind her. Y/N watched the entire scene unfold before her eyes, tears still cascading down her cheeks.

“Would that have made any difference?”

“It’s time to go, Ms. Sondermann”.

“Would it? Or would you have stayed with her?”Spencer stayed silent. “Don’t think you’re anything better than me. You did everything for her! Just like I did. You’re no different than me.” she screamed, as Prentiss pulled her away.

Spencer turned to look into Y/S’s eyes. She looked so different when the fear of losing her wasn’t looming around. Tired, of course, from the three day search, but hopeful.

He hadn’t seen her hopeful in so long.

As he closed in on her, looking so purely loving, she immediately understood. the dust settled and she realized just how much he had been through.

She suddenly understood.

**

The lack of words never meant a lack of communication.

There were no words exchanged between. Because they always knew what the other needed.

She spread her arms, ready for his embrace at the same time he ducked his head to hold her around the waist. His lips twitched, all the unspoken words at the top of his tongue.

“i-i know, love. i know” she spoke between sobs.

Everything was clear between them. They always just knew.

**

guys that's the end of the 505 series!!! i hope you liked it.

i'm super sad that it's ending, but the fics i've got in mind are really cool, and i can't wait to write them + share them with you all <3

(im lowkey feeling nostalgic - i've fallen in love with this take on the characters and their dynamic).

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happy reading. i love you. stay safe and happy <3

[ysljoon]

Books, Boba, Bosom Buddies|Kim Namjoon x Reader

Summary: Kim Namjoon is the new hire at the library you work at. After the first clumsy run in you had with him your feelings for him develop over the months and you two painfully pine for each other.

Clumsiness is a trait that can usually be very hard to be considered an endearing trait, but somehow Kim Namjoon can change that. He doesn’t have a careful bone in his large, muscular body (he has such a nice body, how can we ignore that?). You got a first hand experience of his clumsiness on the first day when he was hired at the library. Somehow he decided to fill the circulation cart with more books than it can handle by placing books on top of the already properly placed books. As you turned the corner, both of you guys were unexpecting to each other’s presence. Namjoon was able to not only lose control of the cart to narrowly avoid hitting you, but also managed to dump the books all at your feet. 

After getting over the initial scare of being almost run over by the cart, annoyance came over you. You started to collect all the books that were scattered on the floor and you tried your best not to let your scowl show. You knew he was new, but how can somebody be this reckless with shelving books. Working at a library should be peaceful and Kim Namjoon is uprooting any semblance of peace that should be there. He stooped down and started to help you organize the books while profusely spewing out apologies. You looked up at him and your frown softened when you saw his dimpled cheeks and honeyed skin. Your annoyance disappeared because how can anybody hold any form of negative emotion to someone that looks this alluring? He was eye candy on thick long legs that caught your eye when he squatted down. Once you were done ogling him you got around to accepting his apology.

“It’s okay, just try to not hit any of our patrons because they will not be nearly as helpful or as nice as I was in this situation.” You gave him a cheeky grin and made your way to the audio section to find a DVD that a customer placed an order for pickup. Little did you know that the effect Namjoon had on you was the same case for Namjoon. The smile you gave him left him flustered in his spot, almost in a daze. He knew he was going to think of your smile for the rest of his shift and he didn’t need any distractions if he wanted to keep his job. 

//////

A couple months later you and Namjoon have become bosom buddies. You could call him for anything and he could do the same. You guys had created a friendship that blossomed into mutual pining that neither of you were aware of. The not so subtle flirting (it was painfully obvious to your coworkers, but of course the both of you were undeniably blind to each other’s advances) had ramped up as the weeks went on, but you still questioned if it could go any further. Jin, your other coworker at the library, was just as tired as you were from the blind romaticisizing. He always pushed you to ask Namjoon out, but you always disagreed by saying things like Namjoon was never interested in you and just thought of you as his best friend and nothing else. Jin always showed you evidence on how that wasn’t the case, but you were too in denial that someone as attractive as Kim Namjoon would want to be more than just friends.

As your shift came to a close and you were done doing your last walk around to make sure everything was in order, Namjoon was there waiting for you at the front with flushed cheeks. He was rocking back and forth on the sides of your feet and you wanted to just pinch his cheeks at how cute he looked at this very moment. You turned off the lights and walked out with Namjoon by your side. The library closes at 7 pm, but Namjoon still insists on walking you to your car even though there is still enough sun out to not pose any threat to your safety. The chilvarous action makes your heart flutter regardless. Tonight he seemed to linger around a little longer before saying goodbye. You gave him a hug and as you stepped off the curb he gently grabbed your shoulder. You turned to face him and he was avoiding eye contact while anxiously scratching the back of his neck.

“Y/N, there's a new boba shop that opened on the corner by my house. Would you like to go?” You now understood why he was acting so nervous and your heart was doing somersaults in your chest while Namjoon’s was probably beating like a hummingbird’s wings. 

“Like a date?” The words tumbled out of your mouth and you felt like an idiot. Of course this wasn’t a date, he just is your best and that’s all you’ll ever be to him.”

“Y-yeah it can be a date. Or not if you don’t want it to be!” Oh. You weren’t expecting that at all. You gave him a coy nod and opened the passenger side door for him to get in. The car ride was filled with tension that you’ve never experienced before. This is what you’ve been longing for and now that the time was here you didn’t know how to react. Namjoon put the directions into the GPS on his phone and you made your way to the boba shop. The drive couldn’t have been longer than 5 minutes, but it felt agonizingly slow from the awkward atmosphere.

Once you got to the store, Namjoon held the door open for you and the cashier gave the both of you a warm greeting. You decided on getting taro milk tea and Namjoon decided to get a hibiscus lemonade with fruity flavored popping boba. As you waited for your drink you made small chat with each other and started to make yourself more comfortable with each other. It’s crazy that you guys go from being best friends that could tell each other anything to acting like awkward high school freshmen that have no idea how to deal with feelings.

You and Namjoon enjoyed your drinks outside to bask in the warm summer air while watching the last of the sunset. Namjoon was going on about his love for nature and it made you feel so endeared that someone could feel so passionate about the beauty of earth. You couldn’t help yourself and cut him off mid sentence with a kiss. The boldness surprised not only him but you too. You pulled away and instantly regretted your decision when you saw his wide eyes.

“Namjoon, I’m so sorry I don’t know what came over me. If it’s weird we can totally forget this even happened and move on-” Namjoon gave you a warm smile and pecked your cheek with a gentle kiss. “I literally spent nights thinking about you kissing me. That was everything I dreamed of and more Y/N. I want us to be more and I’ve always wanted to be more.” Hearing his confession made you grin and you felt all your emotions come to the forefront, including your insecurities.

“I’m glad Namjoon, I want us to be more too, but before we go there. I just want you to know that I haven’t dated anyone since my freshman year of college so I’m probably a little rusty in the romance department.” You tried to brush off your embarrassment with a chuckle, but it didn’t make you feel any better. Namjoon took your hands in his for comfort and scooted closer to you where your knees were touching. “Y/N my first kiss was in my sophomore year and college and that was the last bit of romance I’ve ever experienced. We can teach and learn from each other since that’s what love is all about.” Namjoon wrapped you up in his long arms and everything felt right and you were content that the pining between you two was finally done. The days you spent daydreaming about him has become reality.

Notes: It is 2 am and I wanted to write this grossly self indulgent drabble. This is unedted and I’m so tired so please excuse any typos or grammatical errors I was inspired by me getting boba for three days straight. As always I appreciate any likes and reblogs. If you would like to support me further you donate to my Kofi

[notnctu]

to jeno, my orientation leader ♡

To All The J’s I’ve Loved Before Series by notnctu ♡ lee jeno x fem!reader ♡ genre - fluff ♡ wc - 1.5k ♡ warnings - n/a ♡ synopsis - in which you bump into the sugary sweet orientation leader, who you were so love struck for back in your first year  ♡ taglist - @colpen​ ; @cestmoncoeur​ ; @hyucksberry​ ; @whorefortaeyong​ ; @jaeismytamtation ; @lexiluness​ ♡ a/n - sorry, but it didn’t let us tag some of you guys?? pls make sure your blog is visible to searches in order to get tagged !! let us know if you want to be on the taglist for the next ones!

Jeno,

This just seems ridiculous. I know that I’m a hopeless romantic and I know I fall easily, but of all the people in the world? You, my orientation leader.

Lee Jeno, 2nd year Computer Science major, uses him/his pronouns. I will never forget your hesitant wave, small smile, and way your eyes rose into crescents. I knew I had fallen for that eye smile immediately.

I’m pretty sure I made it obvious too, I was practically floating around you, doe-eyed to everything you did, and flustered whenever you said my name even if it was just for checking if the whole group was there.

Watching you walk around campus, passionately and happily explaining all the quirks of the campus, I wondered how going on a date with you would be like. I could imagine how excited you would be looking at the variety of flavors in an ice cream parlor. I even wondered if we would have the same favorite, though you do seem like you’d like strawberry over chocolate.

And of course, I made it worse by spilling my water all over you during lunch. You got up and just laughed, reassuring me that it wasn’t a big deal and it was just water but I was too embarrassed and flustered trying to find napkins. Yet, even though you were the one that got their pants wet, you still handed me a napkin.

My heart was going to burst out of my chest and it was so hard to stop every atom in my body to just run away in embarrassment.

Though this mindless, thoughtless crush only lasted maybe no more than two days, I still shoved my face into the pillow at night, giggling at how sugary sweet you made me feel, dreaming about how you would be like.

I wished that you were thinking about me into your pillow too.

-from the shy first year in your orientation group, y.n

It wasn’t everyday that you passed through the center of campus on a Wednesday. Wednesdays were when the clubs, fraternities and sororities boothed, bugging every student they saw to join their organization. But today, you were late for class and the fastest way to your lecture hall was through the courtyard.

With your earbuds on, you tried to blend and rush through the crowds, but so frequently students were chatting with their friends, creating walls. Getting annoyed, you tried your best to weave through. When someone suddenly swerves, you find yourself swinging to the left only to crash into someone else.

You start wobbling backwards, not able to fully regain balance, prepared to fall until someone else’s back bounces you onto your feet.

“Oh my bad, are you okay?” The quiet voice behind you asked.

Turning around, ready to apologize for your own clumsiness you face the dainty sweet eyes you haven’t thought about since first year.

Lee Jeno, second year - well now third year, computer science major, him/his. You could never forget his orientation introduction, it was the first thing he said to you. He made you forget everything, all the words you learned throughout your entire lifespan, the direction of your lecture, even how to breathe.

Now though, his jawline had become sharper and his shoulders definitely got broader. He was still reserved, but he wasn’t as shaky and nervous as before. Though he didn’t change much, the changes were subtle in the way he held himself. Shy, but comfortable with himself and everything around him. He wasn’t exactly the same as he was during orientation, but he was still similar, he had just grown up.

The letter you wrote comes into your mind. The sour sweet feelings repeat in your head, heart, and hands. You remember sighing at how fast your second letter came, disappointed in your hopeless romantic self for needing to write a letter before you even officially started college. At the same time, the sugary sweetness that he left as you wrote it still made your heart whirl.

“You okay?” he sounds concerned as he asks again, interrupting your thoughts. Realizing that you have been spacing out to his face for the past two minutes, you clear your throat.

“I-uh, yea!” Finding your voice again, hoping it doesn’t sound as skippy as it did in your head. “I’m sorry, I was just in a ru-”

“Oh my god, aren’t you, from my orientation group back in second year- oh well, I mean your first year or I guess even before that.” His eye smile starts growing as he rambles, causing the butterflies to flutter against your stomach more than they already had.

How could he possibly remember you? He had at least eight groups of 15 first years, how could he possibly remember you. You try to stop your eyes from widening and your cheeks from flushing, but his perfect laugh signals that he definitely saw your hesitation.

“I could never forget my first orientation group,” He nervously rubs the back of his neck. “I remember dreading the first day, I was so nervous.”

“Haha I think I was more nervous than you were.” You chuckled, completely abandoning the urgent lecture you had trading it for the conversation you two were having that was already far more words you both exchanged a year ago.

“Maybe,” he laughs. “Starting college is always a weird thing, it’s fun to start something fresh and new, but also so scary because it means change.”

Unable to form a response, you can tell that he also doesn’t know what to say next. The silence becomes unbearable, both of you wanting to say more, but unsure if the other wants to hear it.

“Uhm, care to join Uncief?” His shy eyes look away as he hands you the flyer.

You just laugh, remembering his awkward but soft personality. As you take the flyer, you remember taking the napkin from his hand when you spilled the water all over him.

You know that him handing you the flyer was just his job, but you can’t help but feel yourself regaining the warm feeling you had when you brush fingertips. It still felt like he was being kindhearted and considerate like he was with the napkin. The same burst of your heart in your chest replays, as if there were fireworks.

You wonder if he felt the sparks too.

Even now, your small but forceful crush on him still runs mindlessly through your head. He still sent electricity through your veins. His eyes still melted into yours, you still swore you saw the entire galaxy in them.

His shy, but kindhearted soul, even if you were just imagining it, still shined. The thought of him was just as prominent as it was during orientation.

“I’ll think about it,” You smile, but his sunshine laugh can tell that you probably won’t sign up or attend meetings.

“You should come to the meeting, we give out free pizza for the first two,” His voice raised a little, trying to convince you to come. “Or at least come hang out with me.”

You almost choke on your breath, surprised that he had asked you to hang out with him. You can’t tell if this is just something he says to everyone he flyers, or if he genuinely wanted to see you another time but that doesn’t stop the somersaults from swinging in your stomach.

Your mind roams to the idea of dating him again. Sharing a pizza together in the middle of big green fields on the campus - it just seemed so perfect. It didn’t seem so impossible to go on cute dates in between classes, studying together in the library, giggling during each other's lectures. Even though your thoughts were completely mindless and based on the little to no interactions you’ve had together, it seemed like a possible reality, not just a fantasy.

But his entire being was a fantasy. He really could be a dream in real life. His delicate eyes, soft lips, caring personality, kind soul. You never thought it was possible to meet someone who possessed everything you would ever want in someone.

“But actually, Unicef looks great on resumes and we do a lot of volunteer work too,” He points to the flyer for you, leaning in closer to you and snapping you out of your daydream. You try not to hold your breath with the proximity decreasing between the two of you. “And the people are actually pretty genuine and fun, even if it just sounds like a nerd org, I mean hey, I’m still in the club.”

“O-okay, I will genuinely think about it.” You finally make eye contact with him which he returns with his signature crescents.

“Alright, I won’t bother you anymore,” He smiles, placing a hand on your shoulder, looking you directly in the eyes. “It was nice seeing you again y.n, I hope you’re not spilling water on people still.”

You stand there in shock, not expecting him to ever remember your name. He sends you one last chuckle as he walks back to his booth.

You grip the flyer as if it was gonna slip through your fingers, just like Jeno had. You knew it was naive, but you hoped that the small shy smile that lingered on his face as he started chatting with the other members was because of you.

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Boy Wonder and Family: Prequel

Pairing: Spencer x Reader

Warnings: vomiting, unplanned stuff, fluff,

A/n: Hello lovely readers! It’s me, I have decided that I’m going to be rewriting the entire Boy wonder and Family series. So I figured I might as well write the prequel. So here it is! I am working on the rewrite for the first part this weekend so if you have read it before, look for the new release!

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It seemed odd to just about everyone that a high school senior would be dating a college kid with an undergrad and doctorate, and was working towards his second. Except you, you had met the kind genius while walking home from one of the classes you took at Caltech for extra credit. You were smart, you took AP classes, and three extra credit courses at Caltech but never expected to run into someone who by your age already had a doctorate.

You and Spencer had hit it off, becoming fast friends. You were lacking in the friend department, and honestly it was nice to be able to talk to someone your age. You quickly learned that he had an IQ of 187, and eidetic memory. Which fascinated you, to say the least.

When Spencer would walk you home he would often answer any questions you could think of about mathematics. It wasn’t your strong suit and seeing as he already had the degree, he found joy in helping you with your school work.

You had been there the day Spencer had sent Diana away to Bennington sanitarium. You watched from the doorway as the orderlies helped her into the car and drove off.

You watched as Spencer’s hardened exterior crumpled as his mother drove from sight. You held Reid that night as he sobbed until his chest ached and his head pounded. Not once did he ask you for a single thing but you always knew just what he needed. When he told you that you didn’t have to stay with him you refused, and you lay on his bed with him into the wee hours of the morning.

You spent the morning with him, helping him pick up his mother's room and store all her books so he could send them to her. After a long day of packing and cleaning, Spencer insisted he buy you dinner for all your help.

At first you were nervous, you had always had a crush on your best friend, and the invitation of dinner had caused your heart to somersault. It was at dinner that night Spencer managed to stutter out that maybe you could try to be more than friends. He confessed rather quickly and awkwardly that he had harbored a crush on you for some time, but didn’t want you to think it weird of him.

Without a moment of hesitation you had leant across the table and kissed the shy boy. Causing him to flush so red you thought he might pass out.

Since then you had been dating and now laying on his couch, you were trying to figure out one of the formulas for your chemistry course to no avail.

Spencer was at school still, having insisted on staying at the library to finish writing a paper for his psychology class. You had tried to persuade him to come back to the house to finish his paper and to spend some time with you before you had to leave for the weekend to go with your parents to Seattle for a presentation. But Spencer held firm, telling you that he would see you before you left, but being at the house would be distracting. Especially if you were there because you were quite the distraction to the young Dr.

You flip your textbook closed and sat up, stretching your arms out above your head. Your shoulders protest at the movement having gone stiff from holding your upper body up off the couch while you worked.

Checking your phone you hope to see that Spencer had sent you a text but there was nothing. You flip your phone closed and toss it onto the couch next to your chemistry book. Standing from the couch you walk into the kitchen in search of food, you pull open the fridge and see a jar of marinated mushrooms and a jar of pickles. You pull both out from the fridge and put them on the counter before grabbing a fork and perching on the counter and digging in.

As you’re eating your third pickle from the jar, the front door opens and Spencer strolls in, the tan messenger bag you got him for Christmas last year slung across his shoulder. He pulls it off and places it on the kitchen table, before he notices you sitting on his counter snacks in hand.

“Hello sweetheart.” He smiles and walks over to you standing between your legs and placing his hands on your thighs.

“What’s up Dr?” You smile and lean in to give him a quick kiss.

“I finished that paper,” he brushes some of your hair from your forehead, “and now I’m here to see you.”

“Well lucky you, I’m a sight to see.” With a wink you put the top back on the pickle jar and crack open the mushrooms.

“What are you eating?” He laughs as you stab your fork into the jar, spearing a mushroom.

“Well you, this is called a mushroom, and it comes in many shapes and sizes. Then they take this and they put it in..”

“I know what you’re eating but why?” He shakes his head, laughing at your quirky explanation.

“Because it looked good.. I don't know.”

“You hate pickles, you always complain that it gives you heartburn.” He gives a look and you shrug, after eating a few more of the mushrooms you put the cover back on and toss the fork into the sink.

“Well, maybe I enjoy the heartburn.” You smirk and wrap your arms around his neck, and he squeezes your hips.

“Mmm you say that now but tonight you’re gonna be crying about how uncomfortable you are.” He laughs as his nose bumps yours.

“Maybe you should give me something to distract me then?” You whisper your lips centimeters from his.

“Mmmmm…” Just as Spencer leans in to kiss you he pulls back just as fast. “Like that killer chemistry homework you have!” He smiles and walks away from the counter into the living room where your chemistry homework is still on the couch.

You pout for a moment, before hopping down, as you hop down your hand knocks the jars off the counter and they crash to the floor. You let out a shriek and kneel to pick up the now shattered glass. Spencer skids to a halt and grabs the broom from the closet and helps you clean up the glass. You felt dumb, you were never clumsy and now here you were knocking stuff off the counter because your boyfriend causes you to be sexually frustrated.

“Are you okay? Did you get hurt?” He asks after he throws out the jar shards and helps you stand up. You shake your head, and blink a few times trying to get your emotions under control.

“What’s wrong? You’re never like this.” He leads you over to the couch and sits you down.

“I just I feel dumb, I know it was an accident but I just haven’t been feeling like myself. I don’t want to go to Seattle, and I think it’s just messing with me.” You shrug as Spencer tucks you into his arms, resting his chin on your head.

“Then don’t go, stay here with me. I’m sure your parents would be okay with it. Just tell them that we have something we have to do for my mom.” Spencer suggests, as he strokes your hair.

“Maybe, I don’t want them to be mad. And you have work you need to do before the weekends over. I don’t want to distract you.” You mumble and glance at your phone.

“I want you to stay here. Please? Just call and ask.” He reaches over you and grabs your phone flipping it open and pressing it into your hand.

With a small nod you go into your contacts and select your mother's number, you put the phone to your ear as it rings and wander off into Spencer’s room.

“Hello?”

“Mom? It’s me.”

“What’s wrong dear? You sound conflicted.” You sit on the edge of Spencer’s bed.

“I just haven’t been feeling like myself, and it’s been bothering me. I really don’t want to go to Seattle this weekend.”

“Oh honey, you don’t have to go, you have been kinda off lately, maybe you’re coming down with a cold? Your father and I can do the presentation without you, we just thought you would want to come along for the trip. But if you want to stay than you can,” your mother shuffled around something on the other side of the phone line.

“Really? You aren’t mad?” You lay back on the bed, back flat against the blankets, legs dangling over the edge.

“No honey, we aren’t mad. You might be getting sick and if you are we don’t want to drag you to another state. Why don’t you get some rest this weekend and we’ll talk more when we get back.” You moms warm voice settles the nerves you had about calling her.

“Okay, I’ll call you on Sunday when you get back okay?”

“Alright, I love you.”

“Love you too mom.” You flip the phone closed and stare at the ceiling for a moment. You can hear Spencer moving around in the other room. After a few moments your stomach starts to turn and you sit up, clamping your hand over your mouth you take off to the bathroom. Your nearly knock over Spencer on your way to the bathroom. Your land on your knees with a hard thud as you grasp the porcelain bowl with your hands and the contents of your snack are expelled into the toilet.

Maybe your mom was right, you could be getting sick. As you blindly reach up to flush the toilet, you feel a hand on your back. Rubbing soothing circles against your shirt.

“You okay? Pickles not agree with you?” Spencer asks as he hands you a tissue and you use it to wipe your mouth.

“I think I’m coming down with something, my mom mentioned I’ve been kinda off as well.” You stand up from the toilet and turn on the sink rinsing your mouth out and then splashing cold water on your face.

Spencer hands you a towel to wipe your face off with and then guides you back to his room.

“Here why don’t you lay down and I’ll get you some water and saltines.” He lifts the blankets for you and you crawl in, wrapping the blankets around you.

“Okay, if i don’t feel better in the morning I’ll stop into a walk in clinic and get checked out.” You rest your head against the pillows.

“Sounds like a good idea, get some rest” he leans down and kisses your head. You turn over and close your eyes. Quickly you fall asleep, and Spencer spends some time in the living room looking over his research paper. Around midnight he turns in and tucks himself behind you and falls asleep for the night. During the night you got up a few more times to get sick, dry heaving mainly, and Spencer makes his way sleepily out of bed each time and holds you hair and rubs your back.

By morning, he was convinced you needed to be seen so the first thing in the morning he made you get up and go see a doctor.

Waiting for the nurses to call you back feels like an eternity, you flip through a magazine as you wait.

“Y/n?” A nurse in pink scrubs calls, holding the door open. You stand up and walk back with her, and she leads you to an exam room.

“We’re going to need a urine sample, and once we have that the doctor will be in to examine you.” She smiles and hands you a small cup and gestures to the small bathroom for you to use.

You lock the bathroom door and then do what the nurse instructed leaving it in the small metal cabinet. You then meet her outside the bathroom and she leads you back into the exam room and you sit there wringing your hands as you wait for the doctor to come in.

It seemed to take a lot longer than usual for them to come back, but you knew that per usual visit before they could give you anything for an illness they had to make sure you weren’t pregnant. Because medications can harm a baby, so all you thought was that the lab was a little backed up.

After a few more minutes the doctor comes in with her clipboard.

“Hi I’m Dr. Henley, I just got your lab results back. And congratulations! You’re expecting.” She smiles at you, and you swore time stopped.

“I’m.. I’m sorry… there has to be a mistake.” You use a shaky hand to push your hair back from your face.

“There’s no mistake, you are pregnant. We can take a look if you want.” She suggests and you nod. Not ready to believe it until you see something for yourself.

She goes into the hall for a moment and comes back with an ultrasound machine. And starts to set it up.

“Alright, just lay on back for me and pull your shirt up and slide your shorts down a little so we can get a good look here.” She pulls the gel off the cart and waits as you lay back.

“Okay, here we go, this is going to be cold, I’m sorry.” She squirts the gel onto your flat stomach, and puts the Doppler on your stomach and starts to move it around. After a moment of moving it around she stops and turns the screen to you as a wishing sound fills the air.

“Here they are!” She points to the screen at two small black sacks.

“They?” You stare at the screen as your eyes fill with tears.

“Yup, it looks like you have twins you’re about 8 weeks, let me print these out for you and give you some information on your options.” She smiles and prints the sonograms.

Once she prints them out she hands a bunch of pamphlets on what your options are and tells you to pick up a prenatal vitamin. On the drive home you can barely concentrate as your mind races with what you’re going to do. You couldn’t hide this from Spencer, he was smarter than that to know when you were lying.

As you put your car in park in his driveway you take a deep breath. Climbing out of the car you clutch the sonogram pictures to your chest. Spencer is sitting in the living room when you enter, his nose in his chemistry book.

Without saying anything you walk up to him and stand in front of him, before he can look up you slide the sonogram pictures down in front of where he’s reading and put your hand up to your mouth as your tears start to fall.

It takes him a moment before he picks up one of the pictures and looks at it. He opens his mouth and closes it a few times as he looks for the right words.

“Is this… is this what I think it is?” He asks as he glances up and takes in your tears stained cheeks.

“Y/n, are you pregnant?” He asks and you nod your head.

“I’m sorry..” you whisper into your hands, and Spencer gathers you into his arms the chemistry book discarded on the floor.

“Don’t be sorry, it was an accident, but we’ll be okay.” He strains against the emotion in his voice.

“It’s twins….” you mutter as he buries his face into the crook of your neck.

“It’s going to be okay. We’re going to figure this out.” He whispers as he strokes your sides. One hand moving to the front of your stomach where your baby bump will be.

“We’re gonna get through this together.”

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[having-a-freddie-time]

Save me

summary: Y/N is trying her hardest to get out of an abusive relationship without telling anyone. However, she can’t always hide the bruises, especially from her best friend since childhood, Ben Hardy. Once he finds out, he tries his best to help her out without her getting hurt.

a/n: whadduupppppp. ik i said i was gonna try and post yesterday but plans changed and i ended up hanging out with my best friend lol. this part is gonna be a little angsty, but it’s mostly a filler chapter ig??

warnings: implied physical/verbal abuse (no descriptions), yelling, cussing, alcohol, drinking, drugs (just implied use)

word count: 2,104 (she’s thiccc. i got carried away SKSKS)

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You sighed deeply as you watched Ben’s car disappear into the night. Turning away from the window, you looked around in your empty flat. You stood in the middle of your living room, swaying your arms around. It was a bit weird not having someone over, granted that someone was chucking a beer bottle at your head. However, kinda felt strange, but felt relaxing as well.

With a shrug of your shoulders, you plopped on the couch and turned your TV on. A re-run of M*A*S*H was playing, a show you grew up watching with your mother. You sighed happily at the memories and with a quick snap of a finger, you were suddenly upset. You hadn’t talked to either your parents or twin brother. You haven’t spoken to your TWIN brother in months. Your actual other half, the person you loved more than anything, your built in best friend. Sure, Ben was your very best friend but twins always have a different connection.

Suddenly you found your eyes pricking with salty tears. How could you have let some drunken idiot control your life? You were so much smarter than that. For God’s sake, you graduated with the highest honors. You couldnt believe you found yourself in this situation.

You shook yourself out of your thoughts and slung yourself off the couch and into the kitchen, while phone in hand. Swiftly unlocking your phone, you went to your contacts. Your finger hovered over ‘twin bubba

“Son of a bitch, where are you Y/N?” Trevor slurred his words and walked into the kitchen. He snarled at you and took a step closer, causing you to back up into the counter.

“Make yourself presentable, we’re having guests over.”

“The hell we are! This is MY-”

You winced loudly as your cheek stung. You held your face, tears threatening to spill. At this point, you couldn’t argue anymore. You lost the courage you had earlier and couldn’t speak.

“Hurry the hell up, you look like shit.”

You pushed past him and ran upstairs. As soon as you spotted the familiar door, you hurried in and locked the door. Another night, another fucking party.

You only washed your hair and brushed your teeth. You didn’t want to bother with makeup, knowing it’d smudge throughout the night. You blew dried your hair and slid into your outfit. The outfit of which contained a simpled black and white striped v-neck, black holy jeans, a maroon cardigan and some random slip on shoes. You thought maybe if you’d 'behave’, you’d have less marks to cover up.

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You sat on the couch, holding hands with Trevor, and a drink in your free hand. Trevor made you act like you actually loved him when his friends were around. You hated it so much and just wanted to leave it all, but something inside you just wouldn’t budge.

You diverted your attention towards some man walking into your home, wearing a black hoodie, some rugged jeans and some old worn out Van’s. In his hand he held a baggie full of weed and a white substance. Oh God.

Trevor waved him over, causing the unknown man to pull his hood down. Trevor let go of your hand and stood up, walking over to Mr. Unknown, handing him a wad of cash. You immediately shot up, speed walking towards the two men.

“Trevor, what in the hell are you doing?” You hissed under your breath. Trevor turned to you, his eyes going dark. “Get the hell away, go sit down.” He waved you off, clearly pissed off.

Soon enough, Trevor came back, holding a brown paper sack. He dumped it out on the table, causing everyone to cheer. Some of his friends pulled out lighters, papers, and some random credit card. You knew exactly what was about to happen which made your stomach do a million somersaults.

Trevor quickly rolled out a joint, lighting it up before you could even blink. He took a huge puff and started passing it around. When it made it your way, you politely declined and passed to someone else.

“Why didn’t you hit it?”

“Because I don’t want to, Trevor.”

Trevor’s nostrils flared, indicating that he was starting to get angry and embarrassed.

At 3 in the morning, the party had dispersed and it was only you and Trevor. You were cleaning up the living room when Trevor came in there, a beer bottle in one hand, and a clenched fist in the other.

“I can’t believe you fucking did that shit in front of my friends.”

“Did what? I did nothing.”

“You embarrassed me, dumb bitch!”

“My fucking bad I didn’t want to fucking get high and drink!”

“You’re so fucking embarrassing! Oh and that little stunt you pulled when my dealer came…”

Trevor took a huge step towards you, hand raised. You felt a stinging pain on your face, causing you to fall yo the ground. You wept and winced, holding your face tightly. Not even a moment later, you felt something break against your back. A beer bottle.

“You’re fucking lucky I’m leaving to go to another party. I’m not fucking bringing your dumbass.”

And with that he left, slamming the door behind him.

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You finished cleaning the house and fell asleep on the couch. You woke up the next morning to your phone ringing. Squinting, you read the contact and answered with a groggy “Hello”.

“Hey love, Gwil is in town and wants us to meet up with him for brunch. You up for it?”

The thought of getting out of the house resulted in you to groan. It would be nice to get some actual food in your system instead of microwavable macaroni and cheese. However, the thought of getting up made you contemplate.

“Maybe another time Ben.”

“Please Y/N, Gwil is really excited to see us!”

You sighed and threw your head back onto the couch pillow, rubbing your eyes.

“Fine, what time?”

“I’ll pick you up at 10. Seen you soon!”

You said your goodbyes and hung up. Looking at the time, your eyes widened. Crap, it’s already 9:30.

You shot up from the couch, racing to your bedroom. Slipping out of the outfit from last night, you looked around for something to wear.

“Maybe this shirt?” You mumbled to yourself, looking at some random red shirt with a cute little floral pocket on the chest. Looking around, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. A horrified look on your face as you saw a bruise on your eye. You slowly turned around and noticed a huge gash in hot back from last night’s events.

You couldnt go out like this. You look le you had just gotten your shit rocked, which you did. You grabbed a light blue jumper, some black leggings, and ran into the bathroom. You tried to cover up the bruise on your eye but it was no use.

Soon there was a knock at your door, causing you to jump up nine feet in the air. You tossed your hair into a low messy bun, pulling some pieces of baby hairs to style it and grabbed a pair of large sunglasses.

You frantically grabbed your phone, purse and keys. Turning off all the lights, you opened the door with a smile.

“Hello, Ben.” You greeted him as you stepped outside, locking the door and turning towards him. He pulled in for a tight with a huge grin on his face. You almost yelped as he patted your back, right where Trevor threw a beer bottle at.

Ben noticed and pulled away, brows furrowed. “Nothing, just sore from sleeping on the couch last night.” Ben shrugged and but still looked at you suspiciously as you walked towards his car.

After about a 30 minute drive, Ben pulled into this cute little cafe. You hopped out of the car and went around to walk with Ben. As y'all entered the little establishment, you were greeted by Gwil with a very tight “I’ve missed you” hug. His gripped was so tight, your back stung and resulted in you biting your lips harshly before you could yelp.

You hugged him back gently, patting his back. “Miss you too, Gwil.” You giggled and pulled away to look at him. He smiled brightly and planted peck on your cheek, a little greeting thing he did with his friends.

“Missed you tons, love!” Gwil smiled and made his way to Ben, embracing him in another one of his “I’ve missed you” hugs. Once finished, Gwil guided the two of you to a table he had reserved in a more private area of the cafe.

The three of you took a seat and began chatting. Gwil proudly announced he was engaged, which resulted in cheers from you and Ben. You three caught up quickly, which made your heart happy.

Without your realization, you had totally forgotten you were still wearing sunglasses in a building. Gwil noticed and gazed at you.

“Is it too sunny for you in here?” He joked. You were shocked when he had made you realize you still had sunnies on. You bit your lip and shrugged.

“I forgotten that I still had them on.” You giggled quietly and removed them. Boy were you very forgetful today, because you still had a bruise forming on your eye.

Ben looked over at you, his faces falling at the sight. His eyes widened and he nudged your shoulder.

“What in the hell is wrong with your eye?”

“What- Oh my gosh, I totally forgot.”

You instantly covered your eye, playing it off as if you needed to rub it. Gwil looked up from his menu, shocked.

“Y/N, got a bit of a bruise there on your eye.”

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about me. Just clumsy.”

Luckily Gwil bought it and shrugged it off, turning his attention back to his menu. Ben, however, didn’t buy it for one bit.

“Bathroom. Now.”

Ben got up, a fake smile toying at his lips. He excused himself and walked off towards the men’s room. You looked down at your phone, acting as if someone was calling you.

“I hate to leave you alone, but work is calling.” You smiled sheepishly and got up from your seat. Gwil didn’t bother thinking about what had happened, he just continued scanning the menu.

You slipped your phone into the waistband of your leggings and knocked on the bathroom door. Ben opened it and pulled you in.

“Pull your jumper and leggings off. Now.”

“Ben what? Are you bonkers?”

“I’ve seen you in a bikini. Off, now.”

You groaned and slowly peeled off the articles of clothing. Thankfully, you were a sports bra and boy shorts underwear today, so nothing to intimate for Ben to see. You set the clothes on the counter, along with the sunglasses.

Ben gently touched your shoulder, spinning you around slowly. He heart dropped into the Earth’s mantle when he saw the gash on your back. He looked closely, seeing little shards of glass poking from your skin.

“Y/N…”

Tears sprung from your eyes as he whispered your name, so sadly. You spun around and looked at him, your face already red from crying.

“Apparently I had embarrassed him in front of his friends because I didnt want to drink or get fucking high.” You said through a choked sob.

“Oh, love. Why didn’t you call me?”

“I was so scared, Ben. I tried to 'behave’ so he wouldn’t hurt me so bad.”

“You shouldn’t have behave for your boyfriend, he’s not your dad.”

“I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“Come one.” Ben grabbed your clothes, gently helping you put them back on. Once they were on, he held onto you as you both stepped out of the bathroom, not caring about what people saw.

“Hey mate, mind if we take this brunch else where? Like my house or something?” Ben asked Gwil with soft ans sad eyes. Gwil caught on and stood up. Luckily he hadn’t ordered yet so it wouldn’t have been such a big deal.

“Of course, I’ll run by the market and grab snacks and stuff for a movie day. Sound good, Y/N?”

You just nodded slowly and leaned in towards Ben. He held you closely and guided you out the door, not before slipping your shades on.

You heard clicking noises, awful familiar to cameras, but you shrugged it off.

No big deal.

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i just read the second part of your snowboarding au and omg i love it ♡ i need that jihan kiss mhm (and for the twins to ruin it heheh)

A/n: aaaa you’re so cute i love the idea of it!!!!! Poor Jihan muahahhaah. I’m so sorry this literally took me almost two weeks to write smh my procrastinating ass needs some serious help LOL

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Snowboarding AU : Falling in the snow | A Warm Cup of Chocolate | (Almost) Frozen Kisses | Snowflakes & Cherry Blossoms | White (Maybe) Weddings | Here Come the Groom(s)

It’s only after the girls are all tucked in, clearly exhausted from their day on the slopes that Jisoo (finally) offers him something more than just hot chocolate (as delicious as it is)

He nods quietly, watching Jisoo’s daughters curl into one another for warmth, feeling his heart swell with affection

The young single father hands him a glass of whiskey before settling comfortably on the sofa, head resting against Jeonghan’s shoulder

“They’re great, but also exhausting,” Jisoo laughs tiredly, taking a sip of the whiskey, sighing as the warmth slides down his throat

Jeonghan grins lightly, raising his glass to Jisoo. “You’ve done really well with them,” he compliments quietly, watching as Jisoo flushes prettily. “It must’ve been hard at first,” he probes, taking a sip of his drink

Internally, Jeonghan is hoping Jisoo isn’t offended by the question, he just has a habit of asking about people he’s potentially interested in. Jisoo bites his bottom lip thoughtfully, probably trying to find a suitable answer

I’m so fucked, Jeonghan groans, eyes fixed onto Jisoo’s pink lips. They look so soft, so pink and kissab – NO

Jeonghan slams the brakes on that thought. He is not turning back into his 15 year old self, who nearly creamed his pants when he found his best friend making out with their junior

(He still refuses to admit that Seungcheol and Jihoon were his gay awakening)

“… hard but seeing them happy makes it worth it.”

Shit, what the fuck did he say?! Jeonghan panics internally, and figures Jisoo went with the standard ‘hard but worth it’ answer. He hums thoughtfully, shoving his flustered self so far into the crevice of his brain

“I never thought I’d enjoy teaching kids,” Jeonghan confesses, taking another sip of his whiskey. Jisoo has good taste in whiskey

“They’re easier to teach though, compared to their adorably clumsy father,” he winks at Jisoo, who just snickers into his hand, laughter quiet for fear of waking the girls

“Aw you think I’m adorable?” he teases, and Jeonghan can feel his cheeks heat up. It’s weird, in a good way, he supposes.

Jeonghan almost never feels flustered around men, especially men who are (hopefully) interested in him. Jisoo just… makes his heart do somersaults in his chest, and he doesn’t know what to do about it

Well he knows one way, he just hopes Jisoo feels the same

“Yeah, I do,” Jeonghan answers, setting his almost glass down on the coffee table. “I think you’re amazing, and cute and funny and I desperately want to kiss you senseless”

He sees Jisoo flush an even deeper shade of red, turning slightly so he’s facing the snowboard instructor. “Then do it,” he whispers, eyes scanning Jeonghan’s face tentatively, gaze fixing on his lips

Jeonghan almost can’t believe that this amazing, young hot single father returned his budding feelings. He tugs Jisoo closer, tipping his chin upwards, eyes fluttering shut as he leans in –

“Daddy?”

Oh for fucks sake, Jeonghan groans internally, reluctantly letting Jisoo go to attend to his precious baby girl.

Eunwoo sniffles, clinging to Jisoo and whimpering quietly about a scary dream, and Jeonghan can’t find it in his heart to be upset that she had interrupted his moment with Jisoo

“It’s getting late, I should go, early morning tomorrow and all that” Jeonghan hums, standing up and stretching a little. Jisoo glances apologetically at Jeonghan, telling him that he’ll walk him out

“All the way to the door? What a gentleman,” Jeonghan chuckles, and Jisoo rolls his eyes, hand resting on the small of Jeonghan’s back as they take the six steps to the door

Jeonghan wants to steal a kiss before he leaves, but he also knows Eunwoo is waiting for cuddles with her Daddy, and he shouldn’t keep her waiting

“Stop thinking and kiss me already,” Jisoo huffs quietly, leaning up and pressing his lips to Jeonghan’s. He freezes for a millisecond, before winding one hand in Jisoo’s hair, responding eagerly

The kiss ends all too quick (what with a whiny child only a few metres away), and Jeonghan presses another kiss to Jisoo’s slightly swollen lips

“Goodnight Jisoo,” he murmurs, unwilling to leave just yet

“Sleep well Jeonghan, dream of me,” Jisoo winks, purposefully letting his gaze wander, stopping at his crotch, before he shuts the door. leaving Jeonghan standing there sporting a semi

Fucking tease, I’ll get him tomorrow.

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[rosekwartzcarrot]

Wisdom Teeth

Characters: Minghao, reader

Genre: Fluff ☀

Word count: 4.0k 

Warnings: None

↬ Minghao gets his wisdom teeth removed and you’re left to deal with aftermath. 

Minghao felt the floor tilt beneath his feet, like the ground was being swiped from underneath his black converse sneakers. All of a sudden, the world around him did a somersault and he landed onto the ground, the carpeted floor cushioning his fall and preventing him from getting a concussion. Though hopping out of the seat and wobbling to the common waiting room once his dentist excused herself – Minghao wondered if perhaps she had suddenly gotten the urge to visit the restroom – once seemed like a great idea to his giddy brain, he was beginning to doubt his previous intuition.

“Ow,” A sharp sting shot up his forearm as he winced, attempting to hoist himself into a sitting position but failing terribly due to the fact that his head felt like it was filled with lead. His surroundings were still spinning rather quickly for some reason, so he laid back down onto the carpet and wondered if it was going to stop anytime soon, deciding to wait until the feeling of his head being too overwhelmingly heavy for his body ceased, and he could walk properly without crashing to the ground once more.

The carpet doesn’t seem so bad anyways, he thought contently, it even smells fresh and new. And it’s fluffy too. Oh, that rhymed!

He then reached up to poke his numb, swollen cheeks, wondering why on earth he couldn’t feel anything other than a tingly, odd sensation there. There were two wet gauze pads lodged in the back of his mouth, making Minghao feel like an overfed chipmunk of some sort. His hands itched to yank them out of his mouth, but a distinct memory of his dentist strictly warning him not to remove it yet resurfaced from the depths of his hazy mind, causing the poor boy to sigh rather sadly. His fingers travelled down to his lips and he pinched them, but was unable to feel the signature slight prick of pain that came with the action.

Are my lips still there? he thought anxiously, pressing his hands to his mouth, patting his face in an attempt to locate his apparently missing lips.

“Hao, why are you lying on the ground?” A familiar face appeared in his field of vision, interrupting his intense task of finding his lips, distracting him momentarily as he squinted, willing the fog in his vision to clear.

“Y/N!” He cheered once his sluggish mind decided to catch up, the China-native lighting up like a child on Christmas day with recognition as he grinned brightly up at the sight of his friend.

“Hi,” she chuckled, crouching down beside his sprawled-out figure, delivering a playful bonk to his nose. It scrunched up in response as bubbly giggles spilled from Minghao’s lips.

“Hi! What a coincidence! Are you here to get your teeth out too? My mouth feels weird. I can’t feel my lips, I think they’re missing,” he blurted animatedly, his word filter seeming to have taken a self-declared holiday. His voice was a string of messily pronounced words and uneven syllables, wobbly tone morphing into a more solemn one when he uttered the last part seriously to her, and she had to swallow a burst of amused laughter.

“Um, no, I’m here to pick you up, silly. And your lips are right here, don’t worry,” she replied, amused as she lightly tapped his slightly swollen, pale pink lips with a finger. Though she was completely aware of the side effects of medicinal drugs administered during wisdom teeth removal procedures, she couldn’t help chuckling endearingly at the sight of the usual sensible Minghao being reduced to a loopy, disorientated mess by a dentist surgery.

“Really? But I can’t feel them!” he exclaimed, wide eyes staring up at her with genuine puzzle, eyebrows furrowing, and she resisted the urge to pinch his cheeks (it would probably be a very bad idea to do so, and she wisely kept her hands to herself) and coo at how adorably he wore the look of confusion.

“They’re there, trust me,” she assured, “Now why don’t we get you home? You can sleep in your bed instead of on the floor.”

 “But it’s nice here. It’s really fluffy, see? Touch!” he insisted, reaching for her hand and dragging it back and forth on the carpet to prove his point.

“Yes, Hao, I can see that. But do you really want to nap on the public floor, where possibly hundreds of people have stepped on with their dirty shoes?”

His eyebrows furrowed as he considered this slowly, the gears in his drugged mind taking triple its usual time to turn and process information.

“I like shoes,” he concluded with a happy nod, clearly having zoned in on the word ‘shoes’ and conveniently disregarding the rest.

“Look, aren’t my shoes nice?” he pointed at his own denim sneakers with a giddy smile. He reached down, attempting to grab a hold of his footwear while in his lying position, but finding it extremely challenging due to the fact that his legs were ridiculously long and he couldn’t seem to find the appropriate position to optimize his flexibility. Clumsily clutching his leg as he stretched out his fingers, he managed to snag his left sneaker, proceeding to shimmy it off his foot – exposing a pair of pastel blue socks, sprinkled all over with little splotches of rather aesthetically-pleasing pineapples.

He handed her his shoe, doe-eyes widened expectantly, as if encouraging her to take his black sneaker. When she made no move to retrieve it, merely staring at him with a confused gaze, he asked, “Don’t you like my shoe?”

“What?”

“Aren’t my shoes pretty?”

“Sure?” she wasn’t sure where did was going.  

“Do you want it?” he asked once more, holding out his sneaker to her, as if it were the most normal thing in the world to randomly offer one’s shoes to someone for no reason. Incredulity and amusement fought for dominance in the look she directed at him, and she bit back a snort of laughter.

“No, thanks. I don’t think it’ll fit me. You keep it.”

He considered this, his gaze flickering to her feet, encased in a pair of sleek black boots – yes, they did appear much smaller than his, he observed with a queer mixture of dismay and awe.  

“Your feet are tiny,” he commented in amazement, staring at them as if they were the most fascinating thing he had ever seen.

“So I’ve been told. Put your shoes back on, Hao, we’re going home,” she ordered, though the grin on her lips betrayed her commanding tone, proceeding to give him a small bop on the nose. He giggled, nodding sloppily, his body curling up once again like some sort of inflexible millipede as he tried shoving his foot back into the footwear.

“Here, let me help you,” she sighed somewhat fondly when his lips twisted up into a little pout at his failure to put his shoe back on – Minghao reassembled a starry-eyed child in his drug-induced state, his odd antics rather amusing and adorably child-like, making it impossible for her usual impatient streak to rear its head at him. Helping the boy into a sitting position and making sure he did not fall over, she pulled his sneaker back over his foot and secured its laces, feeling awfully like a mother tending to a clumsy child who miraculously managed to lose a shoe whilst playing.  

“Y/N,” he whispered as he beckoned her closer with a flick of his hand, as if he were about to indulge her in some enormous secret. Despite the arising inkling that it was nothing of such sort, she decided to humour him anyways, leaning in so he could mumble right into her ear.

“My foot felt so cold without my shoe. But now its warm again!” he murmured with an excited nod, wriggling his toes in awe, as he wore an expression that suggested she had just handed him the sun. She couldn’t help the grin that tugged on her lips at his statement despite the absurdity of his statement, rolling her eyes half-heartedly.

“You’re welcome. Now let’s go.”

A few minutes of persuasion and persistent convincing saw his relent, and he allowed her to haul him up without putting up a struggle. Her small victory was cut short when a pair of lanky arms wrapped affectionately around her shoulders, and the tall boy pulled her into a sloppy hug, resting his chin onto the top of her head.

“Hao, what are you doing?”

“You saved my foot from frostbite, so I need to thank you with a hug,” he stated simply – like it was the most obvious thing in the world, even babies would have gotten it – tightening his hold slightly as he nuzzled his cheek into her hair.

“That’s cute, but it’s a little difficult to walk,” she chuckled despite her previous efforts seeming as if they had been bounced back to square one.

“Oh, sorry,” he apologised sheepishly, but still refused to release her from his arms, only loosening his grasp as if it were a wonderful solution to her current problem of being unable to walk. Not having the heart to break free from his warm hug and possibly send him to fitful tears, she allowed him to cling to her like an extremely devoted baby koala as she made her way out of the dental clinic, choosing to ignore the amused glint in the dentist’s eyes when she turned to thank her politely.

“Thank you!” Minghao echoed cheerfully, waving frantically at the dentist. He was confused when the lady laughed, his mind churning with puzzlement as he wondered why the dentist appeared so amused. He didn’t think there was anything particularly entertaining about rows and rows of teeth or the shiny silver tools she fixed them with. Minghao’s brain seemed to have awakened slightly from its previous daze, and it began whirring busily as it conjured up a series of possibilities that could have caused her amusement. Maybe the dentist had extracted a gold tooth – he imagined it would be a pleasant change from the usual rows of pearly, boring white. Perhaps she was so utterly impressed by his sense of humour and his impeccable acquiescence while she worked at his teeth. Or perhaps, just perhaps, could she have been laughing at his teeth?

A cocktail of horror and embarrassment bubbled in the cauldron of his stomach at the thought of his precious teeth becoming the laughing stock of the entire dental clinic – how mortifying! A hot blush suffused up his cheeks, saturating it with a rosy red as he buried his face in his hands, whining incoherently. So engrossed in the world of his jumble thoughts was he, that he failed to notice they had arrived at Y/N’s car – to which she was pleasantly surprised with his lack of resistance when she wriggled out of his grasp and eased him into the passenger seat, strapping the seatbelt over him easily.

By the time Minghao decided to resurface from his own little universe, the sterile, white building of the dental clinic was long out of sight, and they currently appeared to be stuck in traffic, bright red lights from the rear bulbs of the vehicle in front invading his vision.

“Y/N!” he called to grab her attention, and when she responded with a quick questioning glance to let him know he had successfully hailed it, he asked glumly, “Are my teeth funny?”  

“What? Why would you ask that?”

“The dentist lady laughed at me earlier,” he muttered, a petulant edge creeping into his tone as a pout laced itself onto his lips. Shooting him another glance of disbelief, she had to choke back a rising laugh that threatened to rise from the depths of her stomach when she noticed his uncanny resemblance to a moody, sullen chipmunk – she did not want to risk evoking further sulkiness if he suspected she was supposedly ‘laughing at his teeth’.

“She wasn’t laughing at your teeth, dummy. Stop touching them, your teeth are fine,” she managed to say with a straight face.

“How did you know I was touching them?” Minghao’s tone suggested he was baffled by her apparent superpowers.

“I can see you doing it.”

“Oh.”

“She wasn’t laughing at your teeth, you know?” she repeated once more when she caught his disgruntled expression from the corner of her eye.

“Really?” his large eyes were dark, chocolate pools of innocence, pure child-like hopefulness swimming in their rich brown swirls as he blinked curiously.

“Yes, really.”

He seemed satisfied with her reply, beaming brightly.

“You have nice teeth too,” he felt obliged to return, his voice coloured with a sincere, misplaced graveness that sounded as if he were reciting a grim oath rather than throwing her a sweet compliment.

“Thank you.”

The remainder of the trip back to Minghao’s apartment was filled with the said boy fumbling with the radio for about half the duration of the car ride (he claimed he could not find a station worth listening to, as they refused to play ‘his jam’ and his reasonable explanation for this was that the universe was out to get him), off-key belting of lyrics that soon turned into flat-out yelling and the occasional random, peculiar questions courtesy of the drugs present in the his system. By the time they arrived at the 20-storey building, Y/N was almost certain the dull throb that had developed in her temples was going to worsen as the day progressed; her ears seemed as if they were about to shrivel up and drop off her head like a leaf in autumn.

If the car ride was a struggle, the process of hauling Minghao up to the 7th floor was torture – and it didn’t help that he couldn’t seem to stop swaying unsteadily on his feet, nearly tripping over thin air and ending up plummeting face down onto the ground had she not caught him first. He then resumed his previous position of attaching himself tightly to her like some kind of overenthusiastic starfish, leaning the entirety of his weight onto her smaller frame as they made their way to his apartment.

She was sweating profusely by the time she dumped Minghao ungracefully onto the sofa of his living room, her back beginning to ache at the effort.

“Are you ok?” he asked, blinking innocently at her as she caught her breath, as if he was not the culprit who had caused her exhaustion. His expression morphed into one of utmost befuddlement when she gave him a half-hearted glare, sinking down onto the sofa beside him.

She then reached to yank his shoes off, but was stopped when he yelped abruptly, “Why are you taking my shoes?”, causing her to jump about 5 feet into the air in fright.

“So you don’t get dirt all over the place,” she deadpanned once she recovered from her shock, sensing that she was about to face another round of Minghao’s whiny stubbornness. He seemed appalled by the concept of removing his sneakers – and she suspected it had something to do with the conversation that went down at the dentist’s.

“But I want to wear them,” he said stubbornly, his pink lips curving into a pout once more, tucking his legs into his chest as if to hide his shoes from her, his poor attempt to prevent her from removing them. She rolled her eyes, trying to discretely inch closer to him while doing so. Seeming to have suddenly understood her intentions, Minghao hopped off the couch in one swift motion, clearly aiming to escape from her evil plans to remove his shoes. Except he didn’t quite get to carry out his plan, as he then proceeded to trip over thin air and tumble to the ground, landing with a muffled ‘oof’.    

She took this opportunity to tear his sneakers from him feet, bringing them to the shoe rack by the door as she promptly ignored the whines that followed.

“You’re mean!” he huffed childishly, remaining lying on the ground, awfully reassembling an overgrown kid throwing a temper tantrum.

“I try.”

“You’re a… a…” he had trouble coming up with an appropriate insult to nail her with, struggling to catch one in the muddled mess that was his mind, finally settling with, “You’re a butt!”. He looked pretty self-satisfied with his word choice, giving her a smug look.

“You wound me,” she replied flatly.  

“My feet are cold now.”

“Good to know,” her nonchalant responses were splashed with a hint of her usual sarcasm that Minghao didn’t seem capable of processing in his current state of mind. He was intrigued by the indifference in her tone, misinterpreting it for bitter coldness or anger. She failed to notice this as she plopped herself down onto the sofa with a sigh of relief – she could finally sit.

“Are you mad?” he said worriedly, getting onto all fours and crawling up to her, climbing onto the couch clumsily. He leaned closer to her when she shook her head, curious as to how he came up with this – though she wasn’t quite sure why his doe-eyes appeared to be meticulously studying her features as if they were some kind of abstract painting displayed in the museum that he couldn’t quite figure out. Despite this, she couldn’t help the smile that twitched on her lips, a burst of endearment brewing in her chest at the childlike question.

Just when she felt tempted to break his intense stare by snapping her fingers in front of his face, he promptly plopped his head onto her lap, smiling up sweetly at her. Her eyes widened considerably at the unexpected action – Minghao wasn’t exactly what she would call an openly affectionate person. In fact, he was usually rather shy and reserved when it came to physical affection, and would rarely initiate it. But here he was, head propped in her lap, those round, brown eyes staring at her expectantly.

At the questioning arch of her brow, he pointed to his own light brown hair, a hopeful expression tugging on his features. Not understanding his actions, she wondered if he was perhaps aware that she was ticklish – whenever he moved his head (which was a lot), the fine strands of his silky hair would lightly brush against her skin and trigger her innate urge to squirm at the ticklish sensation.

“What?” she asked, confused.

He didn’t answer, only wriggled around attempting to locate her hand. By some magical means, he managed to find it, then proceeded to guide it towards the crown of his head, as if wordlessly demanding to be given a scalp massage. She complied, gently running her fingers through his raven hair, soft and smooth under her touch. He visibly relaxed, tension in his muscles leeching away as he sighed contently, a smile present on his lips.

“Mm… feels nice,” he murmured happily, repositioning himself to find a more comfortable position on the sofa (due having overly long limbs, his socked feet stuck out from the end of the couch, and Y/N found it mildly amusing). They remained like that for a while, until a mewling yawn escaped his lips, breaking the cosy blanket of silence that had settled gently over their shoulders. He stared up at her through half-lidded, unfocused eyes as sleep begun to tighten its hold on him.

Something nagged at the back of her mind, a piece of information that she couldn’t quite conjure up at the moment, yet knew it was something that held utmost importance, and she racked her brain for it.

“Wait, before you fall asleep, remove the gauze in your mouth,” she blurted upon recollecting this vital fragment of memory, the dentist’s advice drifting back into her mind – Minghao was to replace the gauze pads in his mouth with fresh ones every hour or so until the bleeding stopped, and she was pretty sure an hour had passed since then. At his irresponsiveness, she gently poked his forehead to prevent him from succumbing to slumber, earning herself a whine from him.

“What?” he moaned grumpily, a sulky edge creeping into his tone as he reluctantly opened his eyes to peer at her, clearly disgruntled to be denied sleep.

 “Replace the gauze in your mouth,” she repeated, reaching for her shoulder bag that had been conveniently strewn across the coffee table within arm’s reach because Minghao did not seem too keen on moving his head from its makeshift pillow – this resulted in lots of pain in multiple parts of her body due to her lack of flexibility. She had shoved a packet of sterile gauze pads from the dentist into her little bag earlier, and now retrieved two pieces, handing them to him.

“Here.”

It took a crapload of willpower for her to allow Minghao to spit two blood-soaked balls of wet gauze into her gingerly cupped hands (because he nearly decided that it was fine to spit it onto the carpeted ground, and she wasn’t going to be responsible for cleaning that up), but eventually she managed to compose herself with the assurance that there were wet wipes in her bag.

Minghao was oblivious to her internal crisis, sloppily sticking the gauze pieces into his mouth, struggling as the numbness in his cheeks prevented him from identifying the exact area to position the pads. Looking up to her for help, his features involuntarily scrunched up into a small frown when she failed to pay him attention, too busy cleaning up her hands with wipes and chucking the used gauze into a plastic bag she had magically produced from that little bag of hers – it mystified him as to how such a tiny bag could contain so much. He decided to wait patiently until she was done (I am such an angel, he thought, feeling rather pleased with himself) so she could focus her entire attention on his latest problem.

“You good?” she asked once she was finally done, having felt his persistent gaze on her.  

“No – I don’t know where to put it,” he told her blatantly, reassembling a child who has misplaced the instruction manual for his latest Lego set and was now stranded in an abyss of befuddlement.  

“Just shove it to the far end of your mouth,” she instructed, gently taking his hand that had clutched a piece of gauze and guiding it to right where his gum was still persistently oozing with blood. He beamed at her gratefully once both gauze pads were snugly tucked into his mouth, allowing her to take his hands and clean them off with a wipe, enjoying the light floral fragrance they emitted.

“Can I sleep now?” he questioned, another yawn forcing its way up his throat.

“Yes, you can,” she chuckled at his naive question, fondness tickling her heart when he gave a quiet cheer, burrowing his face into her lap as his eyelids fluttered shut. Absentmindedly brushing the fine strands that had fallen over his forehead away, her fingers wove themselves into his hair, gently playing with the short locks until his breathing evened out. Her fingers travelled down to gently outline the smooth slopes of his face – sleep had a way of softening his features, a peaceful tranquillity cast over him. Minghao was both enchantingly winsome and irresistibly adorable; a beautiful, endearing being.

When Minghao awakens up from his nap, an agonizing throb would begin to materialize in his cheeks as the drug the dentist dosed him with wore off, and this would most likely result in a series of cursing, followed by days of whining. She reckoned there would also be an extremely entertaining session of him squealing in embarrassment and trying to hide his face in some pillow when she relayed the entire process of taking him home and having to fight him to take his shoes off.

A mischievously little smile snuck its way onto her lips at the thought.

Until then.

[gamb0fficial]

Beauty Buddies

With their returned internship under Uwabami, Momo and Itsuka attempt to make the best of the rather… strange lessons that they learn. Currently, they have to get ready for more advertising. So, preparing in the best way that she can, Momo decides to invite Itsuka over to the 1-A dorm so that they can do some product research. Feelings ensue.

(My bnhafemslashexchange gift for @raginghomosexuelle!!! I hope you like it!)

(read on ao3)

Kendou’s hand is shaky. That’s the first thing that Momo notices. Oh, and the fact that one of her hands is cupping Momo’s face gently, the other fiddling with an eyeliner pencil.

“Sorry, I haven’t done this sort of thing much.” Kendou states. “But, uh, I’m pretty certain you have to close your eye.”

“Ah, right.” She closes her eyes, hands gently gripping the front of her sweater.

Being in her room, alone with another girl wasn’t too bad. Especially when they were doing research for their internship. But goodness , there was a lot to research. Eyes closed to her room, she still knows that what little space isn’t taken up by book shelves and her large bed is instead occupied by nail polish, eye shadow, concealer, and all sorts of things that she normally doesn’t use.

Momo still remembers the shock that she had felt when their internship had first started. She had expected a bit more insight into the saving and combat that came with heroics, not the advertising . But, even then, she tried to keep a positive note of this side of heroics, convincing herself that it was simply another thing she had to learn to become a great hero. That made it easier.

And, of course, so did the presence of the girl currently holding her face and applying soft strokes of eyeliner to her lids.

Itsuka Kendou. Though Momo had not known her well before their original internship, she did know that she was hard working, friendly, intelligent, and a good ally to have. Their internship with Uwabami and the eventual incident at the school trip showed her that.

And now that they were back with the glamorous pro hero as interns, Momo in the very least decided that she wouldn’t let this opportunity go to waste. And of course, since Kendou also chose to be under Uwabami’s supervision (surprising Momo, among a number of others), Momo decided to invite her over to help research the products that they were now being sponsored by.

(There had been many jeers from Neito about Kendou “betraying class 1-B to help someone from 1-A,” but after a quick chop to the head, courtesy of Kendou, there wasn’t much protest afterwards.)

“Alright! Done!” Momo opens her eyes to see Kendou pulling away, a bright sunshine-y smile lighting up her face. “Not to pat myself on the back, but I think that’s pretty good!” She hands Momo a mirror, and she takes a look.

“...Oh!” Momo looks at herself from several angles. She never bothered to do makeup, so this was… surprising! She likes how it looks. “This is very nice!”

“Heh, thanks.” Kendou says, a look of satisfaction playing on her features.

“But,” Momo continues, taking a look at the box that the pencil came in, “We do need to research smudging, how waterproof it is, how long it’ll last. If we want to properly decide on each of these products and which to advertise for, we need to know more about them…” She trails off, murmuring about how effectively the two of them could research in the span of time that they’ll have before lights out. Remembering that she has someone else with her, though, she looks up to see Kendou opening a lipstick tube.

“Well, how about we just try one thing at a time and figure it out as we go?”

“O-of course!” Momo is taken aback by Kendou’s direct approach, but maybe this’ll work! She forms a notepad and a pencil, places it on a table, and they get to work.

“Here, you help me with this one. I’m not too good doing these things by myself.” Kendou says, handing Momo the third tube of lipstick in the last hour.

(They had made their way through eyeliner and eyeshadow, most concealers, and were now taking a look at the lipsticks. Momo found it interesting how pretty and vibrant they could look, but also found herself researching the materials they were made out of: the ones that could make skin more dry, the ones that had a weird feeling, and the ones that simply looked bad. She also found herself taking notice of how pretty Kendou looked in each color, no matter what they were, how she honestly looked pretty in any way.)

Momo studies the container with interest. Jade Dragon , a vibrant green with deep blue undertones. The ingredients are rather generic, and nothing seems out of the ordinary.

Well, nothing besides the slight increase in Momo’s heart rate as she turns towards the expectant girl.

After their shared experiences as interns (and this particular venture in research), Momo could say that she knows Kendou better. Of course, she doesn’t know her well enough. She sometimes finds herself jealous of the rest of 1-B; they actually get to be around Kendou all the time!

Well, they probably aren’t around her enough to be comfortable helping her with lipstick.

Momo shakes the thought, and focuses her attention to the task at hand. She keeps her hand steady, moving slowly to try and get the best strokes. She attempts to ignore the close proximity the two of them are in, how Kendou’s got a nice subtle smell that she can’t quite place, and how nice the color looks on Kendou.

“I’m all done,” she says, handing Kendou the mirror.

“Oh, this one looks nice!” Kendou says, smiling brightly. She makes a few faces, pursing her lips, looking at herself in different angles, giving Momo something akin to a heart attack.

(Momo is logical. At least, that’s what her friends tell her. Yet she finds every form of logic to leave her body whenever a pretty girl is in her presence. It’s awful when she’s around the other girls in 1-A and can barely even finish her sentences. And now , she finds her heart running the mile just by being around Kendou. Why must it be like that?)

“You did a good job!” Kendou says, directing that sunshine-y smile at Momo. “So, what do we need to test for this one?”

Momo quickly turns to the chart that she had created for lipsticks. Color, dryness, how long it lasts, how well it stays . “Well, I think we have to leave it for now? It’s best to give it some time before testing the smudging and such.”

“Well, aren’t there any other things we can test?” Kendou asks, gingerly taking the notepad out of Momo’s hands. She studies the concepts that Momo listed, and Momo doesn’t find anything strange, until Kendou’s eyes fall on one list of things to test.

“...Kisses?” She reads, looking at Momo quizzically. “What’s this supposed to mean?” Momo’s face flushes.

“Oh, uh, that!” She quickly pulls the list from Kendou’s hands. “Well, that does seem to be a reason why some people are more interested in wearing lipstick, correct? And, uh, it was just a thought! I doubt that we’d actually need to test that!” She’s trying to brush it off with a forced laugh, but that’s not very easy when her entire face flushes. And it’s especially not easy with Kendou’s pretty eyes locked onto her face.

“Then why’d you write it down?” The corners of Kendou’s mouth curl up into a smile, as she leans in a bit closer. “Knowing you, you always put down the most important things. You’re smart like that! So, then kissing must be important too!” At this point, Momo notices how close they are, Kendou’s beautiful eyes looking right through her flimsy excuses. “How should we do it?”

Momo squeaks, her entire face somehow flushing a deeper red. “Wh-wh-what?”

“I mean, I could just kiss my own hand, or like a piece of paper, see how it looks!”

She lets out a sigh. Of course she didn’t mean it like that! Why would she, anyways? It’s not like she-

Momo is surprised to feel some disappointment mix in with her relief. It’s not like she expected Kendou to kiss her, so why feel bad about it?

“I think some paper will work.” She says. As she forms a few pieces, she doesn’t notice Kendou’s thoughtful look. “That color does look nice on you. I’m not sure what kind would fit me, though.” She mumbles, still not paying attention.

She doesn’t notice the mischievous glint in her eyes.

“ I think it’d look nice on you… Here, let’s see!”

Momo takes notice of movement in her peripherals. She turns, expecting Kendou to be reaching for something. Yet her expectations are turned on their head as Kendou closes distance between them. As her arms are placed on either side of Momo’s body, as her face is mere centimeters from Momo’s. As Momo’s heart does somersaults.

Both of their faces are a matching shade of cherry red. In fact, Momo can practically feel the heat radiating off of Kendou’s face. But even with that obvious sign of embarrassment, Kendou doesn’t waver.

“Can I kiss you? Is- is that alright?” Momo’s eyes widen, and her mind runs wild with questions. Me? Kiss? Kiss me? But, but, but- She realizes that she hadn’t answered.

She nods slowly.

Kendou’s hand is shaky. That’s one of the things Momo notices at this moment. She also notices how Kendou maintains eye contact with her, as if waiting for a sign of rejection. And how her hair seems to frame her pretty face perfectly .

And now, Momo notices how Kendou kisses her . Very softly. Hands cupping her face, tilting it downwards, lips interlocking in an inexperienced, clumsy way (but oh , she does not mind). How all her feelings and thoughts are overwhelmed by Kendou.

Kendou pulls away, a sheepish grin gracing her features. “I was right! It is a good color on you!”

“Huh?” Her mind still feels fuzzy from the kiss .

“You said you didn’t know what color would fit you! Well, I think this one -” she hands Momo the mirror. “and any one, at that - would fit you well!”

“Huh.” That’s still her only response. She has her eyes fixated on Kendou, notices how the other is avoiding eye contact now, as if she’s nowflustered. “It… does look nice.” Momo supplies with a smile.

“Exactly!” Kendou lights up, that same smile returning to her. She looks overjoyed, almost. “Listen, I, uh. I really like you. A lot. And I, I think that I can deal with the childish rivalry between our classes and endure the hours of Uwabami’s advertising and faux hero training, but I can’t stand another minute without telling you my feelings?”

“You like me?” Momo is blown away by the sincerity, the bluntness of Kendou’s confession. She feels a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. A giddy dizziness muddles her thoughts. “In a, a romantic sense?” A soft giggle leaves her mouth at the thought.

Kendou nods, her expression a mixture of hope and caution.

Momo smiles brightly, throwing away her inhibitions and practically throwing herself at Kendou. She hears a cute yelp escape the other’s lips as they both fall flat on the mattress, Momo holding Kendou close, feeling so, so happy !

“I like you! A lot!” She hears a gasp from Kendou.

“S-so do I!” She responds, holding Momo close. Momo leans it a bit closer, and leaves a quick peck on Kendou’s cheek before burying her face in her shoulder. Then they both just stay like that, arms wrapped around one another, happiness being their only other company.

That is, it’s their only company for a little while.

A sharp and short rapping on her door has both Momo and Kendou nearly jump out of their skins.

“Yaoyorozu-san!” the clear and enunciated voice of Iida rings through the door. “It is nearly curfew, you know! It would be in your and Kendou-san’s best interest to wrap up whatever you are doing and get prepared for lights out.”

“Yes, of course!” Momo calls back, still a bit startled. At the lack of response from Iida, Momo turns back to Kendou, smiling again.

“Maybe you should-”

“I should get-”

Their words stumble over one another’s, and they laugh.

“I’ll get going, then.” Kendou says, brushing herself off and getting off the bed. She stretches, before turning back to Momo and sending a wink her way. “Looks like we still have some research to finish. Same time tomorrow?”

Momo smiles brightly, and nods. “Of course! I’ll see you then!”

Kendou then leaves the room, the *click* of the lock letting Momo know that today’s session is done.

She lies down on her bed, before breaking out into a blinding smile (one that even Aoyama would bow to). A sense of pure glee fills her up as one thought keeps running through her head.

“She likes me!”

Itsuka shuts the door to Yaoyorozu’s room, then leans on it. She shuts her eyes, sighing softly, before suddenly throwing herself up into the air with a fist pump, a bright grin on her lips. She wants to shout to the world - Momo Yaoyorozu likes me !

Then she freezes as she makes eye contact with another girl in the hall, Jirou. She looks at her for a moment, before Jirou snorts.

“Uh, you got a little something on your cheek.” She says, and Itsuka instinctively goes to touch her face. When she pulls her hand away, she sees a faded green smudged on her fingertips. Then, her cheeks turn pink.

The lipstick .

“OH, uh, this! It’s!! Just!!! Uhm!!!!” She can’t even think of anything to say. Jirou snickers again.

“Whatever, whatever, you do you. Just, uh. The bathroom’s over there if you don’t want to get any more questions.”

As Kendou rushes off, she hears Jirou talking a bit louder. “Also, I think Yaomomo prefers red!”

Well, Yaomomo (how cute!) would certainly like the shade of crimson that Itsuka’s face flushes. Red. She’ll have to remember that for tomorrow.

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“Joy To The World” by Whitney Houston (Day 1 of 31)

This first fic is dedicated to @historian-in-pearls without whom, this wouldn’t exist. And to @leviprime who asked for the Goof family to interact with the Darkwing family.  

This takes place after “Living On A Prayer”

A smile still tugging at the corners of her beak, Gosalyn closed the front door behind her and walked out onto the porch, pulling her coat more securely around her. She breathed in the frigid air as she studied the splendor of the yard that stretched before her, colored lights and candy canes shining against the dark night.

When they’d first arrived here, Gosalyn had attempted to stifle her laughter at the sight of the yard decorations, but Launchpad and her father hadn’t been as successful at keeping their thoughts to themselves.

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“Whoa,” Launchpad said as he shifted the car into park and killed the engine. “Those are some intense Christmas decorations.”

“He likes Christmas,” Gosalyn explained, her smile spreading as she studied the yard.

“No, no,” her father said, shaking his head. “I like Christmas. This is… another level.”

“He’s passionate,” Launchpad offered, glancing over at his friend.

Drake shrugged. “I was thinking more deranged, but you’re not wrong, LP.”

The house had been decorated with great care. A plastic Santa sat in his sleigh on the roof, plastic reindeer hooked up to the front. The Christmas lights were color coordinated with large colored bulbs lining the roof and white icicle lights cascading over the sides. The porch’s railing had garland wrapped around it, and the trees in the yard were decorated with colored string lights. The yard was outlined with plastic glowing candy canes and sitting in the middle was an inflatable snowman, waving with one hand and holding his top hat atop his head with the other. A larger than life wreath had been hung over the garage, white lights and colored bulbs sitting in the branches.

It was organized, clean, and adorable. This homeowner clearly loved the holiday and had spent a great deal of time and effort to put it all together.

“Please be nice to my boyfriend’s father,” Gosalyn said, opening the car door.

“Give me some credit,” Drake said as he opened the passenger door and climbed out. “I wasn’t going to say any of that to his face.”

“Dad,” Gosalyn warned.

The front door opened, revealing Max and his father, Goofy.  Gosalyn’s stomach did that flipping over itself thing it always did when she saw Max. He caught her eye and smiled, her stomach doing several somersaults in a row, which was new, but in a good way.

Goofy loped down the yard-turned-winter-wonderland, but about half way down, slid on some ice and slipped and slid all the way to their car. He ended up toppling down in front of Gosalyn, snow scattering everywhere. Goofy shook his head and glanced up, smiling. She crouched down and grabbed ahold of his arm, helping him stand.

“It sure is nice to finally meet ya,” Goofy said, giving her the biggest grin she’d ever seen on anyone ever.

Gosalyn smiled in return. “Same. Max talks about you all the time.”

Goofy’s eyes shone as they studied her face. “Yer even prettier than he said.”

Gosalyn smiled, heat rising in her cheeks. Desperate to get the attention off of her, she motioned back to her family. “This is Launchpad, a family friend.”

Goofy shook hands with Launchpad, both of them exchanging words of greeting.

Gosalyn then pointed to Drake. “And my father, Drake Mallard.”

Drake walked around the car and stepped onto the sidewalk, shaking Goofy’s hand. “Hello, Mr. … Goof was it?”

“How was your drive, Mr. Mallard?” Max asked, approaching the group. He nodded to Launchpad and Drake in greeting before wrapping an arm around Gosalyn.

“Long,” Drake said. With a look from Gosalyn, he added, “But fine.”

“Thanks fer comin’ out all this way,” Goofy said.

“I liked the drive,” Launchpad confessed. “I’ve never been to Spoonerville before.”

“What do you think so far?” Max asked.

“Seems quiet and peaceful.” Launchpad smiled. “I liked all the decorations that were up downtown.”

“Speakin’ of decorations,” Goofy said, motioning back to his house, “whaddya think?”

“It’s very, uh… festive,” Drake said.

As if on cue, one of the colored strands of lights from the roof fell, dangling off the edge and mixing with the white icicles.

“Oh, hold on,” Goofy said, picking his way up the driveway and disappearing into the garage. The door rolled open a moment later, Goofy carrying out a ladder and a staple gun.

“Want some help?” Launchpad asked, moving to do just that, but Drake placed a hand on his sidekick’s arm to halt his progress.

“Step aside, LP,” Drake said, walking up the driveway. “Christmas lights take an expert hand. Allow me,” he said to Goofy before scurrying up the ladder and atop the roof. He reached for the fallen light strand and brought it back up.

Goofy followed up the ladder, stretching to hand Drake the staple gun, but he missed a step and toppled sideways. He grabbed the Christmas lights before falling off the ladder completely, getting tangled in the colored strands as the ladder collapsed onto the lawn. Drake reeled backwards, trying to avoid the rogue power tool, and landed on his backside with the staple gun crashing beside him, sliding down and settling into the gutter.

Launchpad hurried over to the hectic scene, but Gosalyn and Max shook their heads smiling fondly at their fathers. Launchpad easily righted the ladder and reached up to get Goofy untangled. Once Goofy was free and back on his feet, Launchpad handed the fallen Christmas light strands to Drake, who had reclaimed the staple gun and was working on securing them better to the roof.

Gosalyn and Max, his arm still wrapped securely around her, wandered up the yard to join their families.

Everything back to rights, Drake descended the ladder as Launchpad held it in place and handed the staple gun back to Goofy.

“Yeh sure are an expert at hangin’ them Christmas lights,” Goofy said, studying the work. “Looks great!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Drake said, jumping down and brushing snow off the sleeves of his coat. “Christmas decorating isn’t for the feint of heart.”

The same light strand that had fallen before fell again.

Max snorted as Gosalyn turned to her boyfriend and asked, “You got any electrical tape?”

“Sure do,” Max said, taking the staple gun from his father and walking into the garage.

Gosalyn turned to the older generation of men. “Why don’t you all go inside? Max and I got this.”

“You sure?” Launchpad asked.

“I may be no expert,” Gosalyn said, glancing at her father who rolled his eyes, “but I think I can get that strand to stay on the house.”

“Well, holler if you need anythin’,” Goofy said, smiling as he opened the front door and ushered Drake and Launchpad inside.

Gosalyn and Max hadn’t needed help. The electrical tape had kept the lights from falling again and the two of them had been able to clean everything up with minimal fuss.

So how the kitchen had been completely covered in flour by the time they’d gotten inside was anyone’s guess. Goofy and Launchpad were equally as dirty as the kitchen, with smudges of flour on their faces and smeared over their clothes, but they were both wearing smiles. Drake was less messy, somehow, but looked resigned.

Gosalyn was just glad they were all getting along.

When Max had offered to have them all over for dinner, she’d been wary to see how her father would react to these new surroundings, but he seemed to relax more and more as the night went on. He kept an eye on Max and Gosalyn, but he seemed to like Goofy well enough, even if some of the clumsy accidents caused the crime fighter to sigh or roll his eyes.

Launchpad and Goofy, though, were already acting like long time friends, laughing at the same jokes and telling stories about their families, much to everyone’s chagrin. When Goofy had offered to show baby pictures of Max, Launchpad and Gosalyn had both shown interest while Max and Drake emphatically refused to see them.

Overall, it was a successful night.

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The front door opened and Gosalyn glanced back to see Max slipping out onto the porch.

“Sorry about all that crazy,” Max said, walking over to her with that adorable lopsided smirk on his face.

Gosalyn forgot about the cold as she turned to face him, feeling heat rise in her cheeks as he came closer. “That is not crazy.”

Max’s cocked an eyebrow as he reached her.

“No, really,” Gosalyn insisted. “Villains trying to steal Christmas lights or grow their own mistletoe or replace a whole store with their own homemade toys, that’s crazy. You’re dad’s just a little clumsy.”

“A little?” Max asked.

Gosalyn smirked. “A lot clumsy. But he’s very sweet.”

He nodded. “I feel kind of weird talking about my dad so much. Shouldn’t we talk about something else?”

“Like…?” Gosalyn pressed.

“Like… how non-crazy and non-clumsy I am?”

Gosalyn rolled her eyes. “Now you’re fishing for compliments.”

“Fishing is under-appreciated.” Max took a step closer.

“Nothing that takes place outside is ever under-appreciated.” She smiled, his body heat already warming her with how close he was.

“It’s not so bad.” He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her against him.

Gosalyn tilted her head to one side. “There’s a reason people built homes. We aren’t supposed to live outside. It’s unnatural.”

“It’s called ‘nature’. What’s more natural?” His hand came up to caress her cheek.

“Indoor plumbing, central heating, frozen dinners…” Gosalyn buried her hands in his jacket, desperate to keep them warm.

“Frozen dinners? You’re not really convincing me.” His brown eyes were soft as he gazed down at her.

“I could say the same, mountain man.” She fisted the material of his jacket and tugged him even closer.

“Maybe I can take you fishing sometime. Change your mind?” He dipped his head down and pressed his forehead to hers.

She smiled. “That’s very ambitious of you.”

He grinned, his mouth a breath away from hers. “I like a challenge.”

She closed her eyes in anticipation, but in the next moment, a small cold object hit Max on the back of his skull, causing them both to stiffen and stand up straight.

“Ow,” he muttered, bringing up a hand to massage his head as Gosalyn saw the remnants of what could only have been a snowball crumbling around his shoulders. She brushed the snow off, her eyes darting over Max’s shoulder to eye the roof of the neighbor’s — Pete’s, right? — house. She didn’t see anything that would confirm her suspicions one way or another, but she definitely saw some movement in the shadows, which caused her to roll her eyes.

“That’s my crazy,” she explained, returning her gaze to Max to make sure he hadn’t been injured.

Max stopped massaging his head to look at her, his expression curious. “That was…?”

“Negaduck.”

“Well, if that’s the worst he’ll do, I think I can handle myself,” Max said, his smile back in place.

Gosalyn eyed him. “It’s definitely not the worst he can do.”

Max shrugged. “It’s probably the worst he’ll do to me, right? Since he knows you like me.”

She considered this for a moment before nodding. Negaduck was starting to tolerate Drake and Launchpad because he knew how much they meant to her. Max could probably join that category. Eventually. After Negaduck had gotten used to him.

Max’s eyes softened, the brown warm and inviting. “Then it’s worth it.”

Blushing, Gosalyn wound her arms around his neck and buried her fingers in his hair. Tugging him down, she said, “Good answer.”

Max’s light chuckle was swallowed into their kiss, Gosalyn keeping Max close, knowing Negaduck wouldn’t try anything else with her in the line of fire.

The thought of Max willing to stand up and fight for her — to the Lord of the Negaverse no less — chased away the last of the lingering cold.