forgetyouaslongasilive:

dusky pink or mustard yellow? bean bag or hammock? seaside towns or neon cities? milkshake or smoothie? misty forest mornings or warm pool-side evenings? violin or acoustic guitar? fairground or fireworks show? stripes or florals? ladybugs or butterflies? maple syrup or honey? 

Happy femslash time! Foggy gets her braces off and Matt and her make out.

“Hey, you survived,” Matt says, when Foggy
comes out of her orthodontist’s office. Matt had been hanging out in the
waiting room, but someone who was sitting near her had some serious gum damage
and that’s not a pleasant smell.

 “I did,” Foggy says, dramatically, leaning
against the doorway. “I did survive. Come here, please. My legs have forgotten
how to leg, and I need to kiss your face.”

My face?”
Matt asks, standing up so Foggy can wrap her arms around her, clinging.

“I was waiting for this,” Foggy says,
seriously. “Can I?”

 “Yeah,” Matt breathes. “Yeah, you can.”

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