#rating:pg

[kaisooficrec]

Before I Dive Right Into You

Author: Jas1922

Genre: Fluff, Lifeguard AU

Rating: PG

Length: 4,495 w

Summary: Jongin goes to the country club everyday for the view aka. shirtless Kyungsoo perched on his lifeguard tower.

Admin’s Note: i absolutely love the shy jongin + popular kyungsoo dynamic, and this was just adorable!!!

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[thetorchwoodarchive]

Know any good hurt/comfort fics?

Be Still by engagemythrusters (JackIanto | complete | 2316 | T)

Jack and Ianto wound up at the hospital yet again.

Waiting Till You Wake by cdreaiton (JackIanto | WIP | 5886 | M)

A series of drabbles about different situations where Ianto (and the rest of the team) have to deal with Jack's death and the circumstances around it. Set at varying points of them being "used to" Jack's immortality.

Various POVs. In no particular order. Rated for potential violence.

Compromise by copperbadge (JackIanto | complete | 6795 | T)

After the Beacons, Ianto's inner censor is offline and Jack refuses to go home. German expressionism ensues.

blueberry knees by violetmessages (Gwen&Ianto, JackIanto, GwenRhys | complete | 3878 | T)

If Ianto thought about it, the way Gwen’s illness progressed was rather like falling asleep. Slowly and surely, but then all at once.

He hadn’t noticed it at first - he still loathed himself for not recognizing that something might be wrong. But he hadn’t, no one had, so it slipped through, like little crumbs falling between the crack of their ancient sofa.

And there was nothing to be done about it.

The Hint of a Spark by Misslucyjane (JackIanto | complete | 4740 | M)

"I would die for you. And I don't even know who you are."

Rewind by BookKeeperThe (Ten&Jack | complete | 36k | T)

Jack has been expecting Donna's call for a while. He just wasn't expecting this. Sequel to Damage Control and Inertia.

Inside My Mind (Trying To Get Things Right) by cxptained (Jack&Owen | complete | 2750 | Gen)

People always say they can feel anxiety creeping up their chest.

Owen has no clue what they’re going on about. His anxiety has never creeped. It’s never crawled. It’s never moved slowly in its life.

It’s taken him by the lungs before. It’s grasped them so tightly and so suddenly he thought they might burst. He’s choked on it as it shot down his throat and into the pit of his stomach like a foreign substance his body should reject.

But never has it creeped.

Owen Harper has anxiety. No one causes that anxiety worse than his mother. Luckily, Jack Harkness is there.

here you are in my arms by princessoftheworlds (JackIanto | complete | 2612 | T)

It’s not even a day later that Jack starts coughing while sitting on the couch in Ianto’s flat. Ianto’s never heard him cough before, never even heard Jack sneeze. Those fifty-first century genetics must prevent allergies.

An hour later, when Ianto notices the heavy sheen of sweat on Jack’s forehead and the slight shivering despite it being the dead of summer, Ianto orders Jack to bed.

trade all my tomorrows by Yavemiel (JackIanto, GwenRhys | complete | 3362 | T)

Between rescuing Jack in the quarry and arriving at the warehouse on Day Three, Team Torchwood must have slept somewhere.

But at least the war is over by beleriandings (GwenRhys | complete | 1325 | G)

Sometimes, it came back to Gwen. She’d be doing something ordinary – changing Anwen or rocking her to sleep, helping Ianto tidy up or inspecting the gun locker that stood in the hallway, for easy access – and it would roll over her like a tide.

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes by PinkFairy727 (Gwen&Ianto, JackIanto, GwenRhys | complete | 3k | K+)

A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes Nightmares- just one of the many side-effects that come from giving your life over to Torchwood.' Strong Gwen/Ianto friendship with slight Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys and possible Tosh/Owen.

[sebaekficrec]

when kissing flowers, tulips are better than one

Author: ACatWhoWrites

Genre: Witches/Magic!AU, Flower Shop!AU, Fluff 

Rating: PG 

Length: Drabble 

Sehun used to be a flower.

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[jacularmetteld]

Prompt - The soft patter of rain on the roof would have been relaxing if it hadn't been for the other side of the bed being empty.

Just a few minutes ago he was there, warm and cozy, smile upon his face. Now there were just wrinkled sheets as an evidence of another body, breathing the same air, sharing everything, but soon it would be just a dream. 

The sheets were getting cold, the faint scent of him was fading away like he never had been there.

His hand slowly slid from his stomach to the empty side of the bed, stroking it slowly, remembering last night. They both knew it could not happen again, the sheets would never be warmed up again by them.

They’ve said it many times before.

He would get up, get dressed up, all the touches from yesterday in his mind, knowing he would never forget, despite all the promises of oblivion. 

He would need to forget but he wouldn't be able to.

The next day would be eyes avoiding eyes but fingers grazing longingly against each other, wishing no one else would see.

He would always come back for more and he knew the other one would too, hoping the rain wouldn’t interrupt them.

[monbebefic]

PLAY

pairing: wonho/reader word count: 579 note: I used Wonho’s stage name because that’s how I think of him. Hoseok feels too strange to me. *shrugs* summary: Wonho likes to play.

Wonho likes to play.

He has two different sides—more than two, ten, twenty, it would take you years to uncover everything about him and even then he’d still surprise you. His facets have facets, you tell him, and he laughs.

“What does that even mean?” he asks.

You don’t know how to explain. If you tried, it would sound something like this:

Wonho is playful. But his playfulness has two sides. The first is the one he shows most often. I’m harmless is tucked in the corner of his wide smile. His laugh gets loud, a staccato tempo that usually follows Minhyuk or Jooheon as he abuses his hyung status. His games get competitive because he hates to lose, which most recently has meant that he’ll smear the frosting from his cake all over your face and in your hair while trying to force you to take the last bite.

The second side is the side that everyone else only sees hints of.

“Hold still,” he says, demands, really, but when Wonho gets like this, everything he says comes out like a demand.

Ten minutes ago you were sitting on the couch together, watching whatever was on TV, and then he’d started poking you. Poking had turned into tickling, which—a half second ago—had turned into this: you flat on your back, one foot touching the floor in an aborted attempt to slide out from under him, Wonho crouched over you with that something else sparking in his eyes.

You swallow.

“Hold still,” he says again. His elbow is planted by your shoulder, his hand pressing ever so slightly on your forehead to underscore his instructions. His other hand is at your throat, just resting, the lightest weight compared to the way the rest of him is holding you down. Then his thumb nudges your jaw, pushing it up so your chin is lifted to the ceiling, and you can feel him shift above you, feel his breath brush your neck in a soft exhale before—

The sharp press of teeth.

You suck in air but your gasp is caught in your throat, exactly where that smooth grin of his is pressing. You can feel him smile wider. Then the pressure is gone, replaced by moist heat—tongue, you think—and cool air as he rolls off of you onto the floor with a grunt and a pout.

Five minutes ago you would have rolled your eyes. You’re not sure you can even do that at this point.

“What?” His eyebrows lift as you sit up and feel with one hand at your throat.

“You bit me.”

He laughs and makes his eyes big. “I would never.”

“Wonho.”

“Biting means I would do this.” He snaps his teeth together. “All I did was—” He grabs your arm before you can snatch it back and presses the edge of his teeth into the skin. Two seconds, then gone. They don’t even leave a mark. (Part of you is disappointed.)

He reaches up toward the couch again and for a second you think he’s going for your arm again, but then his fingers close around the remote and he starts flipping channels on the TV. Completely nonchalant. Only you can catch the corner of his mouth lifting in a smile he’s trying to hide.

Like this whole thing is just a game.

If there’s one thing to know about Wonho, it’s that he never gets tired of playing.

[minyaaa]

Min / Kaya - “let’s go shopping”

Prompt : Heyy I have a request^^ Them going shopping together and finding sth cute that has a meaning to them!AU

Pairing : Minya (Min/Kaya)

Rating : PG

Warning/s : N/A

Hey everyone it’s Danäe and here is FINALLY the completed minya request for @schrimpf2000 ! I’m really sorry for any mistakes there might be, I’m french therefore english is not my native language ! :( it’s also my first attempt at writing something in english so,,, yeah :c it’s kinda different from my french writing style :c I tried my best of course but I’d like to thanks Becky (who actually has english as her native language) for correcting me and helping me with this request !! and also Rina who’s ‘proofread’ this, corrected me and actually added some things too !! Love both of you <3

Kaya woke up, feeling a warm body against her back. It was around 11am and she smiled fondly, knowing perfectly whose heat it was. She turned around to face her still sleeping girlfriend, whose pretty eyelashes were caressing her cheeks.

Today, Kaya and her girlfriend had some plans and they were so NOT going to miss them.

Our two sweet lovers were in a long distance relationship, but they had the luck to actually be able to meet up at least once a year. Since seeing each other was a pretty rare occasion, they decided to buy something meaningful for both of them. And today was the very day on which they would go shopping together (and most likely get some ice creams on their way).

The sun was already high behind the windows of Min’s room and Kaya decided to wake her up. The latter gave a soft peck to her girlfriend’s lips,

“Wake up Min” she whispered sweetly.

Min’s eyelids lifted a bit and as soon as she caught a sight of Kaya a smile settled on her face. “Morning honey”, she replied, her eyes forming two crescent moons. “We should get up, it’s 11am minus twenty already” Kaya said right after checking on the alarm clock over Min’s shoulder. The latter agreed, and Kaya stood up, throwing the blanket on her girlfriend.

Min stretched a bit, rolling over on her bed with a groan escaping her throat, and Kaya gave her stomach a little playful slap, then walked away to her girlfriend’s closet

“I’ll borrow some of your clothes!” she announced, already searching for an outfit.

Min sang-song a little “sure Kaya” before getting up herself, making her way to a chest of drawers to find some towels.

Once she got her hands on her favourite ones, she walked toward the bathroom, telling Kaya that she was going to take a shower.

The blond one gave Min a flying kiss right before she closed the door, and then carried her outfit with her to plop down on the bed. Waiting for Min to be done with the shower, she took her phone to go for a scrolling-down-tumblr-for-15-minutes session. She had received some sweet anons, messages from mutuals and gained a few followers overnight. She always felt warm inside when someone would show her some kind of love or affection and started replying to everything she had gotten, smiling at her screen.

The tallest of the two walked out of the bathroom, it was already 11am past 10, and she asked what the other would like to eat.

“I’m okay with sushi” she answered, her stomach already growling. “Then I’ll order them while you shower!” said Min, making her way towards the bed where Kaya was sitting. Once she sat down, her girlfriend squeezed her cheeks, turning her in what Kaya thought was the most adorable thing. The latter giggled a bit and kissed her forehead before whispering a cute “Thank you” and going to the bathroom, leaving behind a smiling and happy Min.

After a good meal and lot of laughs, our two lovebirds left the house, determined to find something cute to share, that they could hug at night when they’d miss each other, or something they could take care of. Min loved plushies, and Kaya loved little plants, like cacti and such, so it made sense for both of them to search for those very things.

They agreed on searching first for the plushies as they wanted to avoid having to carry plants around the city for too long. The sun was high, and everyone seemed to be in a good mood. And Kaya and Min couldn’t ask for more as they entered a cute plushie store, holding hands.

Both of them immediately went into ‘soft-mode’ as they wandered around the shop, excitedly looking at every single pair of plushies they saw, searching for THE ONE that would steal their hearts.

Min suddenly squealed, pointing to a cute pair of bunny plushies, and dragged her girlfriend over towards the shelf on which they stood. She was really cute, gently taking the bunnies in her hands, examining them. Kaya looked at her fondly, charmed by her behavior and heart fluttering.

Min turned to look at Kaya, “Look at how cute and fluffy they are!” she exclaimed, both plushies in her hands. The blond one carefully took them in her own hands, a smile on her face, “You’re right. Do you want those?” she replied, already sure of her girlfriend’s answer. Min nodded her head, took the plushies back before making her way to the cashier, with Kaya holding her arm.

Once our two girls had paid for their plushies, Kaya took a better look at them. They both held one half of a heart, completing each other. Kaya thought they were really adorable, and after putting them back in the bag, she turned to Min to hug her with all her might. The latter hugged back, sliding her fingers through her girlfriend’s hair, appreciating the moment fully. Both still had the familiar butterflies in their tummies, even after dating for months now. They stayed like this for a couple seconds, enjoying each other’s presence and love.

Eventually they stopped hugging and started walking to the plants store, but only after Kaya placed a soft kiss on Min’s forehead (which made Min feel all warm inside).

They reached the lovely and tiny plants shop shortly after, and soon enough Kaya was running around, while Min stayed standing by the door, her eyes exploring the room. There were so many cute plants in adorable pots and the place felt like heaven to the smaller girl. She was soon joined by her girlfriend who started to search for a cute pair of cacti too.

After a couple of minutes, Kaya noticed an adorable pair of cacti with an actual pink flower blooming on the top.

“Min! Come look at this one!” she called, walking towards the pretty cacti.

Min followed her, took a look at the said cacti before approving her girlfriend’s choice, finding them absolutely lovely.

Kaya thanked her with a kiss before rushing towards the cashier, asking for the two tiny cacti. He left for a few minutes before coming back to the girls with the cacti in a box. They both payed for their cute purchase, before walking out of the store, smiles on their lips and stars in their eyes.

“These are so cute I swear” said Kaya, squeezing Min’s hand a bit harder.

“You’re right, we should name them after each other” replied her girlfriend, smiling sweetly.

“That’s actually a great idea you know!”

“I AWLAYS have great ideas.” stated Min, and Kaya was already laughing.

They were walking, on their way back home, when Min broke the peaceful silence, “You know what? I think we need ice-creams.”

Kaya’s face lit up, “Oh yes we definitely do.”

And they both made their way to an ice-cream shop.

They made it back to Min’s apartment, semi-melted ice-cream in one hand, bags in the other. Min carried the box with her, making sure the cacti were safe as she sat them down and would not shatter on the ground.

They both sat down on the couch, exhausted after their long but happy day. They stared at each other for a few seconds before Min broke the silence,

“Can you sing me a cute cheesy song with your ukulele?” she asked.

“Of course, you know I love you.” Kaya replied back, offering her a smile.

“Love you too.”

Notes : Now that I’m done with this !! I don’t actually know if Min likes plushies, I’ve never asked her :cc But I hope you enjoyed reading this crappy thing nonetheless :cc it’s actually ~1k200 words long so i really hope it was good ;;

Have a nice day/night !

[drunavault]

(PG) Beautiful Beast

Summary:

He remembers how she didn't give him a second glance when she ran away with Potter and the blasted house elf. She dumped him like unimportant trash. But he will make her pay for what she has done to him. He will make her pay for having chosen Potter over him.

Status: WIP (Chaptered)

Beautiful Beast

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12562664/1/Beautiful-Beast

[fanatolliel]

short story: Locked Away My Memories: Marvel

Title: Locked Away My Memories Fandom: Marvel Characters: Clint/Natasha/Phil, cameos by Melina May and Dr. Goodman Prompt: “I locked away my memories for a good reason.” (via. @colormayfade ’s prompt generator.) Rating: PG Genres: romance/fluff, humor Warnings: mild language, talk of blood and swollen faces and violence Word Count: 1,900 Summary: a mission goes wrong, the team deals with feelings and wounds Notes: pre-Iron Man, story 2/∞ on this new blog

Natasha Romanoff was shaking.

No, that couldn't be right – the infamous Black Widow, international assassin, deadliest woman alive didn't shake.

Clint risked another stare. No, there it was, a slight tremble to Natasha's hands every few seconds. Her hands didn't shake when she exhaled, so it wasn't pain or adrenaline – probably. Clint wasn't the medic for crying out loud; he was the sharpshooter, and so he noticed things like that – a tremble in normally rock steady, sure hands.

The medic had already checked Natasha over, and she’d given Natasha the all clear. It had been a nasty mission, but everyone had come through remarkable unscathed.

Honestly, you'd think you could count on the bad guys to show up on time for an arms deal. But no, bad guy group one had been late and when they did show, they were more on edge than was normal for a arms deal. Bad guy group two was even later, which made bad guy group two suspicious. Agent May, undercover, had to turn to Plan C to keep everybody happy. Of course, once May had mostly calmed everyone’s nerves that was when bad guy group two's lieutenant's cousin (the intel was still coming in) had suddenly shown up, it threw an even bigger wrench into the plan. Phil had immediately called for Plan M.

Clint didn't even know Plan M existed.

Fortunately, Phil did.

Apparently (according to Phil’s hasty commands), Plan M was Clint shooting a Stunner into the crowd, Natasha tackling May so she missed getting shocked, and Coulson leaving the van, running in, and taking out the few bad guys that weren't unconscious.

Which was badass, and would have worked, if May hadn't halfway dodged Natasha's tackle, causing both of them to get hit. And if the bad guy group two's lieutenant's cousin hadn't been some sort of enhanced. Apparently, the dude had some sort of warning system that made him really hard to punch.

And hard to shoot. Which was just plain rude.

All in all, the mission had been a disaster, but a success from an objective standpoint, nonetheless. All the bad guys were subdued. The guns and grenades had been confiscated. The secrets had been spilled. Natasha and May had been annoyed with each other, but after a few minutes of glares and the silent treatment, the both had gotten over it.

While the mission itself would be written up as a success, it was Phil the medic was fussing over as the quinjet flew back to HQ. He was conscious, but woozy with a concussion. Fighting an enhanced who had a warning of your next move and had a preference for punching the head would do that to you.

It had taken a well-timed team effort to put the little bastard down. At Phil's glance and nod, Clint had fired an arrow just shy of the back of the enhanced’s head forcing him to jerk forward right into Phil's fist.

Even bleeding out of every hole in his head, Coulson still had that knockout punch. Badass.

But not fun.

Clint wasn't worried. Despite the anxious hurry of the medic once they got on the jet, Coulson smiled at Clint. Clint knew he'd be all right.

Natasha though.

Clint was worried about her.

Clint unbuckled and sat down beside Natasha. She didn't glance at him, but since her hands didn't tighten, he supposed she didn't mind that he knew.

Well, if she wanted to talk, he'd have to start the conversation. "Coulson’s going to be fine."

"I know." Natasha's voice was stiff, and Clint had to lean closer to hear her clearly.

"May isn't mad at you."

Natasha snorted.

"You didn't mess up the mission–" finally Natasha looked at him with a glare. Clint scrambled, "I mean, that should be obvious, it was that enhanced. He's the real party crasher. No way we could have predicted an enhanced who could predict that his cousin was in danger and also be super dodgy."

"Coulson did," Natasha said with the smallest of smiles.

"Of course, he did. Guy's a mission simulator. Sure, maybe he didn't know the specifics, but you can be sure he had a plan if one of the bad guys got twitched or if sirens had driven by and spooked them or if a wayward skydiver had parachuted through the warehouse."

"I think those are Plans C, G, and U."

"Right? Coulson's awesome." Clint leaned back, tried and failed to stretch his legs out in the small space. Time to be blunt. "So what's with the shakes? You got some sort of alcohol addiction I'm just finding out about? You got the DTs?"

"No."

"Level with me, Nat? I know you don't get scared and you're too used to the adrenaline to get jumpy, and we just went through the whole not worried about the mission or Coulson or May. So spill."

Natasha pursed her lips and turned to the window.

Clint waited.

And waited.

And waited some more.

In fact, they were five minutes out when Natasha said, "It's Coulson."

Clint blinked. "Come on, Nat. I know everyone has a crush on him, but this is a bit much."

Natasha glared. "It's not him in particular, but what happened." She paused a minute before continuing. "It's been a long time since I've seen someone get hit in the face that many times with that much blood."

"Head injuries bleed a lot, Nat."

"I know, Clint," Natasha said sharply. "I've knocked out more people than anyone's fair share. But so many times, so unrelenting – it's been a long time since I've seen that." Her voice was small as she continued, "The things they made us do – when we were training – they were horrible, Clint. I've tried to forget. I've locked away my memories for good reasons. I've tried to forget, but all his blood, his face, he reminded me of the other girls, and what I did."

Cautiously, Clint wrapped his arm around Natasha’s shoulders. Slowly she leaned against him. They said nothing for the rest of the trip back to base, but when they got up Natasha squeezed his arm.

Four days later Clint and Natasha were visiting Phil. Again. They visited him multiple times each day, staying for as long as the doctors would let them, leaving only until they could sneak back in. 

"The swelling's gone down, sir," said Clint cheekily as he dropped package of bear claws on Coulson's lap and plopped down onto the chair next to the bed. "You're as handsome as ever."

"Get your feet off the bed," commanded Natasha with a swat. She ignored herself as she sat cross legged on the foot of Phil's bed. "And don't bump him; doc says he's still concussed."

Phil smiled at the pair as he broke into the treat. His eyes closed in bliss as he bit into the sugary sweet pastry. Clint unabashedly watch with a smile on his face. After he swallowed, Phil said, rapturously, "I doubt I'd be healing at all without you two bringing me goodies. It must be some sort of law that every hospital has to have bad food." He passed two of the bear claws to Clint and Natasha.

"The pasta isn't bad," said Clint.

"Like you'd know," teased Natasha. "You never stick around long enough to be served dinner."

"I've had it a few times," Clint protested.

"Yes, I think that mainly would be due to the fact that you were strapped down and I was watching you. You'd never imagine a man could complain so much; it's like we were torturing him instead of healing him," Phil said with a laugh.

Clint shrugged, unashamed.

"How much longer do the doctors say?" asked Natasha, her voice light, but both men could see the tension around her eyes.

"'Soon' is the word they keep throwing around. 'Soon' and 'it was a bad concussion, agent; it could take weeks,'" Phil quoted. "But, honestly, I do feel better and better. Fury pulled rank and demanded they give me my phone and tablet yesterday, so I don't get behind."

"And go crazy," added Natasha.

"And try to escape," continued Clint.

"Neither of you has any room to talk," Phil scolded playfully.

After finishing the bear claw, Phil wiped his hands off on a mournfully small wipe. "How are you doing, Natasha?"

Clint was surprised – Natasha didn't freeze or glare – she only said, "Better, sir." Apparently, Clint wasn't the only one with hawk eyes on the team. Though Coulson's face had been so swollen, there should be no way that he could have seen anything, let alone a tiny tremble–

Phil interrupted Clint's confusion, "Natasha came to visit me by herself a couple of days ago."

"We talked through it," said Natasha firmly.

"And we agreed that as long as you were talking through it with Clint or myself, you didn't have to visit Psych," continued Phil.

Natasha nodded, sparing Clint a glance; he smiled back at her. "Come on, Nat, even the two of us knuckleheads have got to be better than Psych."

"Even Medical's better than Psych," said Phil.

Natasha smiled. "‘Knuckleheads’ is right."

"Hey, badass and handsome and sexy are a much better fit!" Clint protested.

"You know, Natasha," said Phil with a smirk, "if we're knuckleheads than you're the person in love with knuckleheads. What does that make you?"

"A saint," deadpanned Natasha. Clint threw his wrapper at her. "No seriously, the Vatican just called and I'm getting venerated next week." Phil pushed her in the shin with his leg until she was half way off the bed.

"All right, that's enough. Both of you out!" Dr. Goodman glared with hands on her hips, as she pointed out the door. 

"Every time!" groused Clint as he stood up. "Doc, are you a ninja? How do you know we're starting trouble every single time?"

"At least you admit you're trouble," said Dr. Goodman as she ushered them to the door. "Remember, agents, I work for Shield too."

"Figures," muttered Clint as he headed down the hall until he was stopped by Phil's voice.

"Wait!"

"Sorry, doc, even ninja doctors can't stop us from saying goodbye." Clint walked back into the room with a "sorry, I forgot, sir," and gently, carefully kissed his husband on the lips. 

Natasha was close behind with another kiss. After pulling back she whispered something too soft for Clint to catch, and Phil smiled and then actually blushed.

"Woah, watch it, Nat; his heart rate just spiked! Damn girl!"

"Out now," snapped the doctor. "I will talk to Fury if you give me any more trouble."

"Yes, ma'am," said Clint with a salute, as he was shoved out into the hall.

As the pair walked away, Clint leaned over and said, "You've got to tell me what you said to Phil."

Natasha said, "Nope," with a popped p and a grin.

"Babe, come on!"

"Don't call me babe."

"Sorry, shit, sorry. Just come on, Nat! If you won't tell me then at least show me."

"Sure, I'll show you, when we get home."

"Yes!" Clint did not punch the air in excitement.

Natasha chuckled. "...When we all get home; Phil too."

"Party pooper."

"Come on, it's always better with Phil."

"Well, I mean yeah, he's a handsome badass, but remember, 'weeks?' You can't make me wait that long for whispered things that make Phil blush."

"Yes, I can."

Clint sighed, "Yes, you can."

"Love you too."