yay I'm starting a chapter story!

...sort of!

basically what this is, as said in the summary, is a collection of one-shots of different moments in which Kevin and Gwen say I love you. I know it sounds kinda stupid, but I guess we'll just have to see how it turns out. (all the chapters probably won't be this long. although, then again, I don't have any specific plans for this yet so i can't be certain about anything...)

anyway, the dialogue in this one specifically isn't super great, but I really just wanted to start this story up!

hope you enjoy!

Charmcaster clenched her fists tighter, choking the Osmosian more painfully than she had been before. Her eyes gleamed with pleasure as her sadistic move earned an agonized scream from him.

Watching as further harm came to her boyfriend, Gwen gritted her teeth, mana beginning to erupt from her powerful fingertips as the anger boiled in her chest. "Charmcaster!" she yelled, "Put him down!"

The silver-haired sorceress smirked, glancing at her foe. "Whatever you say, Gwenny."

With a mere flick of her wrist, she sent him skidding across the pavement. Bouncing from one spot to another, he yowled each time a limb smashed against the solid surface.

Gwen's chest proceeded to fill with a mixture of horror and increased ire. "Kevin!" she screamed.

Charmcaster, satisfied with her actions, turned to the redhead. "Now, to finish you off for good."

She grunted, thrusting a large burst of pink at Gwen. The Anodite instantly threw up a shield to block it, protecting herself from the hit. For several seconds that position remained, but after the magical villainess couldn't make any progress in harming her opponent, she ceased her attack. Gwen immediately took advantage of her pause, launching several balls of mana without warning. Charmcaster didn't have enough time to defend herself, resulting in numerous painful blows striking her in the chest. She lost her footing, tripping over herself and falling backwards onto the hard ground. Gwen, two balls of mana encasing her fists, prepared to charge towards her and finish the fight. But Ben's hand on her shoulder prevented any further steps.

She turned to face him, slightly irritated that he hadn't allowed to her to proceed.

"Go check on Kevin," he instructed, "I'll handle Charmcaster."

Although desiring to be the one to take down her enemy, she did nod in response. Gwen spun on her heel to run in the direction that her boyfriend had been brutally hurled to a minute ago.

Her breath hitched when she reached him. "Kevin!" she called concernedly.

There wasn't a reply.

The redhead dropped to her knees beside him, grabbing ahold of each of his shoulders. She said his name again, eyes roaming across his bruised body with worry. Small droplets of blood cascaded downwards from opposite sides of his forehead, accompanied by an abundance of newly formed lacerations decorating his neck and hands. She felt her heart rapidly constricting, her stomach churning at the sight.

But luckily, he began to stir. With a groan, Kevin's eyes slowly fluttered open, revealing his dark pupils to her. "Uh…"

Promptly, Gwen's mouth shifted from a worried frown to a relieved smile. "You're okay!" she exclaimed, jumping into his arms.

"Of course I'm okay," he mumbled, managing to joke despite his condition, "there's nothing I can't handle."

Gwen rolled her eyes, her woes quickly diminishing. "Right," she said with a hint of sarcasm.

As a moaning sort of noise rumbled out from his chest, she grabbed his arm, beginning to help him to his feet. He struggled balancing slightly while attempting to get up, but managed for the most part.

Opening his mouth to comment something, he was cut short by her abruptly planting a soft kiss against his cheek.

"Uh," he asked after she pulled away, caught slightly off guard, "what was that for?"

"You had me scared for a minute there."

He gave her a small nod in comprehension, proceeding to glance forwards, his eyes searching for the silver-haired sorceress. "Well, babe, I'm fine now," Kevin informed her, cracking his knuckles, "And ready to kick Charmcaster's butt."

She smiled, but her cousin, striding up to the pair, interrupted before she could get a response out. "Already taken care of," he remarked, brushing his hands together triumphantly.

Kevin's jaw slackened. "Oh come on! Some serious pounding was in order."

Ben grinned. Once glimpsing at his friend, though, he switched the conversation suddenly. "You alright, Kev? You don't look so hot."

"Never been better, Tennyson."

The brunette eyed him inquisitively. But after a moment, he shrugged, rotating to the opposite direction of them rather than prying. "Okay. ...Well I gotta go pick up Julie. See you guys later."

Gwen and Kevin didn't bother with a reply.

Instead, she tightened her grip on his muscled arm. "Let's go home. We should probably ice your knee."

Kevin shook his head. "No, my knee is fine. Besides, after what Charmcaster did to my ride, she's gonna need some work."

He attempted to take a step forward to prove his point, but instead stumbled, almost toppling back to the ground.

Gwen cocked her eyebrow triumphantly. "See?"

Shaking his head, he tried again. His injury still didn't quite cooperate though, causing him to struggle for a second time. Her grasp remained, preventing him from falling over.

"Kevin."

"I am not a baby. I said my knee is fine."

"It clearly isn't."

"Gwen."

"I'm not letting you pretend like it isn't causing you pain."

"You're not my mother, Gwen."

She narrowed her eyes, instantly annoyed at his statement. "I am certainly not your mother," she retorted, "But I still love you, Kevin, and I'm trying to make sure you're-"

Although just making a snarky comment, he kissed the side of her forehead, his demeanor shifting entirely. "Thanks for looking out for me, baby. But I feel fine."

Pursing her lips for a moment, Gwen ceased arguing, a new plan formulating in her brain. "Alright, if you say you're fine, go ahead and walk by yourself."

He smirked. "Thank you."

She relinquished her grip on his arm.

And, as the redhead expected, after taking a step away from her, he instantly fell to the ground.

Gwen snorted. "I told you so," she informed him, but nevertheless still extending her grip out, "...Need a hand?"

"No," he grumbled, pushing his palms against the ground, "I can get up by myself."

For a long moment, she watched him fail to get back on his feet, afterwards proceeding to roll her eyes amusingly. "Are you sure you don't need help, Mr. Independence?"

"Gwen," Kevin said, groaning slightly, "I love you, but what I need is for you to stop babying me now."