"I Am Surprised And Not So Surprised At The Same Time," You Sighed While Massaging Your Temples.

"I am surprised and not so surprised at the same time," you sighed while massaging your temples.

Before your very eyes : Scanlan. Well, Scanlan but with his body gender swapped. He smiled smugly at you and tossed your grimoire at you, winking victoriously.

"Told you I'd manage," he laughed. "And damn, I'm hot !"

He pressed a quick kiss on your cheek before checking himself in the mirror, posing in some ridiculous positions while you shook your head behind him, astounded. Earlier, you challenged Scanlan into successing a random spell in your spellbook without an instrument. You didn't think he would actually success the spell.

"Look at that !" he blew a kiss at his reflection. "What a hottie !"

"How on earth did you manage that spell ?"

He winked at you again and put his hand on his hips.

"It's actually not the first time I use this kind of spell."

"Yeah, but it is the first time you're using my type of magic."

"Let's say I'm a prodigy, then !"

He then put his hands on his chest to feel his new attributes while looking at his rear. You only watched him with a raised eyebrow then opened your grimoire at the page where the spell was. Your eyes squinted slightly as you let out a small hum.

"Did you read the page well ?" you asked.

"Of course, duh !" he rolled his eyes was pointing himself. "The proof is right in front of you. Admit it, your magic is not that—"

He suddenly interrupted himself and held his abdomen, grimacing in pain.

"What's happening ?" he grunted.

"It's your karma for being an ass," you rolled your eyes then point a specific line in the grimoire with your index. "Congratulations on your first period, doofus. Seems like yours are the painful ones."

He let himself fall down on the floor with a wheeze of distress, curled up in himself.

"Please," he whined. "Give me my balls back."

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Larry didn't need to be high to be quiet. He could just listen to his music. He could be painting. Or he could just stare into the void while a maelstrom of thoughts invaded his mind. He liked to isolate himself in the treehouse for these kind of moments. But you liked to bother him.

“Hey Larry-bear !”

He heard you voice coming from the feet of the tree. But he didn't move. He knew you would soon join him. He heard you yapping down the tree and a chuckle escaped his lips when he heard you grunting as you climbed the tree.

“Damn you need to change those planks !” he heard you grumbling. “I swear those are older than Mrs. Rosenberg !”

He finally saw your head emerge from the tree house entrance as you dramatically gasped for air. You beamed when you saw him, sat in a corner.

“Yo !” you raised your hand and Larry raised an eyebrow when he saw the plastic bag in your grip. “I've got snacks ! Want some ?”

You did not wait for his answer. You immediately joined him against the wall of the tree house.

“Paninis are still hot, Larry-bear,” you handed him one of the said 'paninis'. “Careful with your tongue.”

You handed him a can of soda (his favorite) then proceed to bite in your snack. Larry silently watched you do before biting in his panini.

“Fu—”

“Told ya, silly bear !” you snorted as you quickly opened his can and he immediately chugged it down.

You leaned your head on his shoulder as you kept eating. You shared his silence but chased away his thoughts like the sun scoffing at the thunderclouds. You grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers. A soft sigh escaped your lips as your thumb caressed the back of his hand.

“Next time you let yourself beaten by your own thoughts without me knowing, I'll choke you with your own hair, Rapunzel,” you murmured.

He snorted at your words but nodded.

“Noted.”

As long as you were there, his thoughts didn't stand a chance.

Even when she thought you couldn't surprise her anymore, you always managed to catch her off-guard. Deadlock stared down at the tray of food you were carrying before her eyes raised to yours. The delicious smell of food was dancing in the corridor of the dorm quarter and an odd and comforting sentiment of nostalgia gently squeezed her heart.

"What is this ?" she asked with a gruff tone.

The fake pout suddenly appearing on your face almost managed to move her.

"I made you a fenalår and a lefse," you said. "And I brought you some cider."

Deadlock looked at you as if you just came from Mars. She stayed quiet for a few seconds before letting you inside her room.

"You cooked that by yourself ?"

"No," you giggled lightly. "I've got some help from the old viking."

"From who ?" her brows furrowed.

"Breach," you put down the tray on her desk. "Despite being Swedish, he surprisingly knows a lot of Norwegian dishes."

She rolled her eyes and sat down on her desk, trying to ignore the weight of your stare. She still wasn't used to you watching over her. It was oddly comforting, almost too sweet to be real. She did not have to tell you when she felt unwell. You always knew and always have ways to comfort her.

"You know," she heard you say after she took a bite of lefse. "If you still have nightmare, you could sleep in my bed tonight."

She almost choked on her food at your words. Your tone was so casual, as if you just talked about the weather. She turned in your direction to see you standing up from her bed, stretching lightly and walking towards the door of the room.

"What ?" Deadlock coughed.

"Your biometric is already saved on my door," you shrugged as you left the room. "Have a nice meal, Iselin."

No, Deadlock was still not used to this warmth, your warmth. Even though she wasn't complaining, she found herself shyly basking into your warm comfort and tender actions.

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Physical touch and words of affirmation was Gekko's main love languages. Hell, he was very fluent in those languages. That was something you immediately noticed when you first met him, and then later when you two started dating. He was clingy, very cuddly, and loved to cheer you up, no matter what you did. But one thing he absolutely adored, was helping you stretching your body during your workout.

"Don't you think you're taking advantage of the situation, puppy ?" you raised an eyebrow as you exhaled slowly.

He blushed slightly at the endearing pet name but grinned widely against the back of your neck.

"I'm just helping you, cariño," he replied with a mocked innocence.

He was kneeling behind you, his chest flushed against your back as he helped you pushing your torso further as you were sat in a forward fold.

"You're doing so well," he murmured against your skin and you were certain he could feel your goosebumps. "Your flexibility never stops to amaze me."

You gasped sharply when you felt him press a long but soft kiss against your neck.

"Dude !"

He leaned back, snickering mischievously as you straightened your back up. You rolled your eyes but couldn't help but feel flustered. It seemed like Gekko turned into a total flirt especially when you were stretching. You took a deep breath, laid back down on the yoga mat then raised one leg up while the other stayed flat against the floor. Gekko's pupils dilated as he looked down at you. He then helped you by pinning your resting leg against the floor with his knee and pushing the raised one further.

"Don't forget to breathe," he said gently.

Your eyes met his and you felt your pulse quickening when you saw the raw emotions in those hazel eyes that you loved so much. Only his eyes had the ability to make you feel so flustered. Only his eyes had the ability to make you feel so desired.

"You're enjoying this way more than I do," you groaned.

"You have no idea," he smiled.

Your breath hitched when he did the bold action of pressing long kisses along your ankle and your calf, his eyes closed as his face morphed into a sinful expression. He then hugged your leg against his torso and leaned it further towards your chest.

"Mateo," you scold him sternly.

Of course, he didn't take you seriously. How could he when you were hiding your face behind your hands and turning your face away ? You could barely look into his impish eyes. You didn't even see the wicked blush spreading on his cheeks.

"You're doing so good," he murmured smoothly as he sensually caressed your leg. "Thirty seconds left."

"You bastard," you grumbled, completely flustered.

"I thought I was your puppy," he chuckled.

"There are times when I wonder if you're a masochist," Pike sighed as she used her healing ability on you.

You just giggled casually, staring at her with so much intensity that she felt herself blushing. The blood dripping from your injury on your abdomen didn't seem to phase you, which astounded Pike. You end up hurt pretty often, and you were always reaching for Pike.

"Aren't you suffering ?"

"You're presence is my painkiller," your grin widened as the red on her cheeks deepened.

She cleared her throat as she kept healing you, doing her best to ignore your stare. You kept your smile and brush a stray lock of her hair behind her ear.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are ?" you murmured. "I could admire you for centuries without getting tired of it."

She abruptly stood up and turned her back to you, hiding her flustered face.

"Your injury is healed !" she almost shout nervously. "Try to not get hurt too much !"

You chuckled, noticing the red of her ears.

"Alrighty, blondie !"

You did not promise, though. The only reason you let yourself being hurt was because you knew Pike would be there for you. The pain was just temporary anyway. When her golden light was near, nothing else mattered. Plus, you loved seeing her all flustered.

In a way, you maybe were indeed a masochist.