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ೀ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 - mentions of yearning, pet names, mentions of manipulation and gaslighting, reassurances, overprotective, affectionate, showing off to others, admiration?, little rushed and short, fluff, unedited.
ೀ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 - rudo┆ enjin ┆tamsy┆zanka┆corvus ┆august┆ gris┆ follo┆fu ┆zodyl┆jabber
at the beginning of the relationship, rudo isn’t cold — just careful.
he doesn’t say much about how he feels. he keeps his hands in his pockets, keeps his tone steady, keeps his distance just enough so it doesn’t look like he’s trying too hard.
he walks you to your room, but claims it’s “on the way.” he stands slightly in front of you in crowded halls, but pretends he just likes being ahead.
if someone looks at you too long, his eyes narrow for half a second before he looks away like it doesn’t matter.
it’s not that he doesn’t care, it’s that he’s scared to.
when he was in the sphere, he trusted people who ended up breaking him in ways he doesn’t talk about. erm.. CHIWA..
trusting someone meant giving them something they could crush, and he learned that the hard way. so with you, he moves slowly.
so he watches, he waits, he studies the way you talk, the way you laugh, the way you get quiet when you’re overthinking. he tells himself not to get attached.
one night, when it’s colder than either of you expected, you’re shivering slightly and pretending you’re fine.
he notices immediately. he doesn’t comment on it — just shrugs off his hoodie and drops it over your shoulders like it’s nothing.
“don’t make it weird,” he mutters when you stare at him. “you’re distracting.”
but he keeps walking a little closer to you after that.
over time, the small things change. he starts reaching for your hand without thinking, like it’s natural. he doesn’t let go quickly anymore.
when you get hurt during missions, or practice, or in general — even if it’s something small — his calm expression tightens in a way that gives him away. his voice lowers, more serious, more focused.
it isn’t aggressive or anything that bad.
he still struggles with words. sometimes you’ll tell him you care about him, and he’ll go quiet for a second too long, eyes flicking away like he doesn’t know what to do with that kind of softness.
but then he’ll squeeze your hand once — firm, grounding — like that’s his way of answering.
the first time he says he loves you, it isn’t during some big moment.
it’s after a long day. you’re tired, half asleep, leaning against him. he thinks you’re not fully listening when he says it under his breath.
when you look up at him, surprised, he looks tense — like he regrets letting that slip — but you don’t laugh. you don’t tease. you just stay.
and that’s when something in him shifts.
after that, he stops pretending he doesn’t care. he still isn’t overly affectionate, still calm and steady, but now when someone steps too close to you, he doesn’t hesitate to place a hand at your waist and guide you away.
now when you’re upset, he doesn’t sit in silence — he pulls you into his chest and lets you hide there, his chin resting lightly on your head.
enjin isn’t quiet about you.
from the very beginning, he acts like the world should already know you’re his.
it doesn’t matter if you’re “his hot chick type” or not — he doesn’t even entertain that kind of thought.
the moment he decided he liked you, that was it. you became the person he wanted, and that’s all that mattered.
he’ll sling an arm over your shoulders in front of others, pull you closer to his side like it’s natural, like it’s obvious. if someone compliments you, he doesn’t get insecure — he smirks.
“yeah. i know,” he says easily. “she’s mine.”
he shows you off without shame. not in a way that feels objectifying, but in a proud way — like he genuinely can’t believe he gets to be with you.
if you do something impressive, he’s the loudest one reacting. if you’re dressed up, his eyes don’t leave you. if someone underestimates you, he’s the first to shut it down.
on missions, though, that’s when his protectiveness show.
he stays close. too close, sometimes.
even if you’re more than capable, he positions himself slightly ahead of you, scanning constantly. if danger gets even a little too near, his voice drops into something firm and commanding.
and if you argue? he glares, jaw tight. not because he doubts you — but because the idea of you getting hurt makes his chest feel tight in a way he doesn’t know how to handle.
after missions, when adrenaline fades and he finally sees you’re okay, that’s when he exhales.
he’ll pull you into him without asking, hands firm at your back like he needs to physically confirm you’re real.
“don’t scare me like that,” he mutters, even if you didn’t do anything wrong.
but the other side of him — the softer one— shows when he has to leave.
when he’s gone on longer missions, he feels it immediately. he pretends he’s fine around others, but the nights are quieter without you. he stares at his phone longer than he should.
rereads old messages. misses the weight of you leaning on him. he doesn’t like how much he yearns, but he does. deeply.
he’ll text you things like;
short, but loaded with meaning. and the second he’s back? he doesn’t hold back.
he picks you up off the ground when he sees you, even if people are watching. buries his face in your shoulder like he’s been holding his breath the entire time he was gone.
he kisses your forehead, your cheek, your temple — anywhere he can reach without thinking.
“missed you princess,” he says, and this time there’s no teasing tone. it’s honest. almost needy.
in private, he’s even more affectionate. he loves physical closeness — your head on his chest, your fingers tangled in his shirt, his hand resting at your waist absentmindedly.
he’ll press random kisses to your hair while you’re talking. he’ll tug you into his lap just because he can.
and if anyone ever speaks badly about you?
he doesn’t laugh it off, he doesn’t ignore it. he defends you immediately, voice sharp and unwavering. “watch your mouth.”
he also gets your name tattooed on his side of his abdomen.. <3
tamsy isn’t a good person.
people stay careful around him. he’s good with words — too good. he can twist a story so smoothly that others don’t even notice it happening.
he knows how to stay calm while someone else gets frustrated. he knows how to win arguments without raising his voice. sometimes he says things in a way that makes people question their own memory.
because he really does love you.
he just doesn’t always know how to love in a healthy way.
he still likes control. he still likes things going his way. and sometimes, when you question him, he’ll sigh softly and say, “you’re overthinking again,” in that calm tone of his.
sometimes he’ll make it seem like he’s right even when you’re unsure. he doesn’t even realize how it sounds — it’s just how he learned to survive.
but right after that, he’ll touch your face gently. or pull you a little closer. and his eyes won’t look cold anymore.
“i wouldn’t lie to you,” he says quietly. “you’re not like everyone else.”
and the scary part is — he really means it that.
he loves you in a strong, almost possessive way.
if you want something, he makes sure you get it. you don’t even have to ask twice. if you stare at something in a store for a few seconds too long, he notices. if you mention wanting to try something new, he arranges it.
he likes seeing you happy. it makes him feel powerful, but also needed.
if someone talks badly about you, he handles it. you won’t see him argue. you won’t hear him threaten. but somehow, the problem disappears.
people stop bothering you. and when you ask what he did, he just shrugs.
“nothing important,” he says.
the biggest change shows when you’re alone together.
he’ll sit between your knees on the floor or lean back against the bed while you sit behind him. at first he acts like he’s only allowing it.
“don’t ruin it,” he says lightly when you reach for his hair.
your fingers move slowly through his hair, brushing it, parting it, trying different styles. and little by little, his body relaxes. his shoulders drop. his breathing gets softer.
sometimes his eyes close without him meaning to. he trusts you enough to turn his back to you like that. trusts you enough to let you see him quiet.
if you laugh and tell him the hairstyle looks silly, he’ll glance at you through the mirror and say, “if you like it, i’ll keep it.”
and he would. even if it’s messy. even if it doesn’t suit him.
because it was you who did it.
and that softer side? no one else gets to see it. if someone walked in and saw him sitting there while you played with his hair, he’d give them a sharp look until they left. that version of him is private.
he still has habits that aren’t healthy. he still likes being in control more than he should.
but when he looks at you, there’s something real there. something steady. something that isn’t a game.
the world might see him as cruel. but with you, he tries.
and sometimes, when your hands move gently through his hair and he leans back just a little more into your touch, you can feel it — that quiet effort to be better than he used to be.
zanka has a bad attitude.
he’s sarcastic sometimes, teasing you in a way that makes you roll your eyes but secretly smile. “really? you’re going to wear that?” he might say with a smirk, and you know he’s joking, but there’s a hint of playfulness in the way he looks at you.
he enjoys seeing you flustered, the tiniest bit, but never in a mean way. it’s just fun for him.
but beneath that sarcasm is a side only you get to see. he’s protective. not loud about it, not dramatic, but careful.
if someone gets too close to you, even by accident, his hand finds yours, guiding you slightly back, or his gaze sharpens just enough to warn them off.
he doesn’t need to say anything — you feel the protection in the way he stands beside you, in the way his presence always makes the space around you safer.
he’s a gentleman with you, always. opening doors, helping you with your coat, letting you go first, walking you home, even if he says it’s just “out of habit.”
he notices the little things — if your bag is heavy, he carries it without you asking.
if your shoes are uncomfortable, he nudges you to sit while he adjusts something nearby. it’s quiet, understated, but every action tells you he cares.
he can still be teasing, though.
when you get embarrassed, he smirks and says something like, “don’t tell me you actually think you can hide that from me?” but after, he softens instantly, resting a hand lightly on your shoulder or brushing a strand of hair from your face.
he makes sure you feel safe — not just physically, but emotionally too.
and when you’re together in private, he lets his gentler side show even more. he’ll sit close enough for you to lean on him, wrap his arm around you without being overbearing, and occasionally whisper something soft, almost shy.
he likes the balance — sarcasm outside, tenderness when it’s just the two of you.
corvus is the kind of man who doesn’t rush anything.
he notices the little things about you — the way your shoulders slump when you’re tired, the way your voice gets quieter when something’s bothering you, the way you fidget when you’re uncomfortable.
he’s patient. he doesn’t push you to talk, but he’s always there if you want to. if you need time to yourself, he respects that. if you need attention, he gives it fully.
he’s a gentleman with you, always. he makes sure you have what you need without making a fuss.
if it’s your period, he brings you whatever will make you feel better, whether it’s something to eat, drink, or a little comfort.
if you’ve had a bad day, he doesn’t bother you with questions — he just sits close and lets you lean on him. his presence alone is calm, steady, reassuring.
and when he’s in his office and you’re with him, he likes the closeness.
he’ll let you sit on his lap, resting your head on his chest, your hands gently on his shoulders.
he doesn’t fidget or make you feel awkward — it’s natural for him. he’ll wrap his arms around you, fingers lacing gently, and maybe hum softly while you talk or just sit quietly. he enjoys the quiet intimacy of it.
he’ll sometimes hold your hand while you sip tea or read a paper together.
if you need a little more comfort, he’ll brush your hair from your face, tuck it behind your ear, and adjust your blanket or sweater.
he doesn’t need to say much — his care is shown in every small, thoughtful action.
and he’s endlessly patient with your moods.
if you’re grumpy or upset, he doesn’t try to fix it right away. he lets you vent, he lets you cry, he lets you lean on him, all the while remaining calm and supportive.
his voice is soft, never aggressive, guiding but never pushing.
august loves making things for you — clothes, mostly. skirts, dresses, jeans, shirts and he doesn’t stop at just making them; he wants them to fit you perfectly.
so he measures you a lot.
sometimes he says it’s for accuracy, but you know the truth — he just likes touching your skin, feeling the warmth of you beneath the tape measure.
and he’s never shy about it. a brush of his fingers across your shoulder while he marks your waist, a gentle hand at the back of your neck when he leans close to check the fit.
he always makes it feel natural, playful, affectionate.
he’s proud of you, and he shows it in everything.
if you’re near him when he’s working on his art, he doesn’t just let you watch quietly — he points out little details, laughs at your reactions, and sometimes guides your hand to show you exactly what he’s thinking.
and if he sketches you in order to see the creation of his clothes, he’s glowing with pride, showing off every piece to friends or anyone willing to see.
“look at this,” he says, “isn’t she amazing?” and even if you protest, he just laughs and wraps an arm around you.
he’s physically affectionate, too.
hands on your waist, fingers brushing your hair, a constant closeness that never feels forced.
he’ll pull you onto his lap while he’s sketching or sewing, resting your head against his chest, humming softly.
if you fidget or try to move away, he’ll chuckle and say, “you’re staying right here. i like it.”
since gris is strong — not just in body, but in presence.
he notices when you’re tired.
after a long night, or a day that wears you out, he doesn’t even ask if you’re okay — he just lifts you up.
not in a rushed, careless way, but steady, firm, careful. your weight in his arms doesn’t surprise him— he likes it.
he likes the feel of you against him, the way your body fits into his, how your size compares to his.
it’s grounding, comforting, and he never hides the small smile that comes when he looks down at you.
he’s patient and understanding. if you move slowly, he moves slower to match you. if your energy fades mid-conversation or while walking somewhere, he doesn’t rush you.
he just adjusts, makes it easier, sometimes carrying your bag, sometimes lifting you entirely if you’re too tired to walk.
he watches you carefully — noticing every tense muscle, every small shiver, every yawn — and he responds naturally.
but he’s also playful sometimes. when he’s carrying you, he might tease lightly, “trying to tire me out?” while resting you against his chest.
or he’ll grin and press a soft kiss to your temple if you lean against him.
you can’t help but smile back, even if you’re too tired to argue.
he enjoys quiet moments, too. holding you close while you’re watching tv, or letting you curl into his chest while he hums a low tune.
he likes comparing your size to his, not in a boastful way, but with genuine way — how your hands fit in his, how your head rests against his shoulder, how your legs reach his knees when you’re perched on his lap.
it’s intimate, subtle, and it makes him feel connected to you.
follo isn’t always confident around you — and he knows it.
he loves you, deeply, but sometimes that love makes him nervous.
even if you’re just sitting next to him or laughing at something small, he’ll catch himself fidgeting, rubbing the back of his neck, or looking anywhere but directly at you for a second.
he doesn’t like to admit it, and he tries to hide it, but you notice anyway. it’s subtle, small signs — a shaky laugh, a slight pause in his words — but it’s there because he cares too much.
he’s gentle with you. he always wants to make sure you’re comfortable, happy, safe.
he’ll offer his hoodie if you’re cold, walk you home, or make sure you’ve eaten.
every little thing he does is quiet, thoughtful, and sincere. even if he struggles with words sometimes, his actions speak louder than anything he could say.
one of the things he loves most — maybe a little embarrassingly so — is kissing your face.
the curve of your cheek, the tip of your nose, your forehead. it’s not about passion or urgency, just closeness.
when he does it, it’s slow, careful, like he’s memorizing every part of you.
sometimes he does it absentmindedly when he’s nervous — brushing a kiss to your cheek while trying to steady his hands, or pressing his lips softly to your forehead when you sit near him.
every kiss is quiet and sweet, and it always makes you smile.
even when he gets nervous, he can’t stop himself from showing you how much he loves you. his heart is full, but he tucks the nervousness beneath his calm exterior.
over time, though, with your presence, he starts to relax.
the moments where he fidgets or blushes become smaller, and the moments where he leans in close, softly kissing your cheek or nose, become longer and more frequent.
every small kiss, every careful gesture, every quiet look he gives you says the same thing.
fu is timid — painfully, almost painfully timid.
but with you, he tries. like every single day.
even though his heart races when you’re near, even though his hands shake slightly when he thinks about holding yours, he makes the effort.
he asks about your day, checks if you’ve eaten, notices when you’re tired, and makes small gestures just to make sure you’re okay.
it’s never overbearing — he’s careful, patient, and quiet about it but it’s consistent. he really, truly cares.
he still gets shy around you, though. if you lean closer, or touch his arm lightly, his ears might redden, and he’ll step back just a fraction, unsure of what to do.
sometimes he’ll try, brushing a quick, soft peck to your cheek or forehead, then flinching away, muttering something like, “sorry… i didn’t mean to startle you.”
but each time, he tries a little more, a little longer, because he wants to show you affection even if it scares him.
he likes to check up on you constantly, even in small ways.
a text to make sure you got home safe, asking if you’re warm enough, or quietly placing a cup of coffee in front of you.
he notices when something’s off in your expression, even if you pretend it’s nothing, and he’ll linger nearby, offering a gentle, smile.
he doesn’t push for answers — he waits, letting you open up when you’re ready.
it’s clear to say zodyl doesn’t show much.
his face rarely moves, his voice rarely changes, and people around him often think he’s cold or unfeeling.
but with you, it’s different — even if you don’t always see it. deep down, he’s scared. scared of losing you.
scared that one wrong move could take you away from him.
that fear makes him hyperaware of you, especially during missions. he positions himself so he can see you, so he can intercept danger before it reaches you.
he doesn’t let you wander alone. if you stumble, he’s immediately there, steadying you without a word.
if someone comes too close, he steps forward, silent and sharp, his presence enough to warn them off.
he’s overprotective in ways he barely admits to himself.
he doesn’t hover unnecessarily, but every time he watches you, he’s calculating, thinking of every possible threat and how to prevent it.
sometimes he silently corrects your path, gently guiding your shoulder or waist, making sure you’re out of harm’s way.
and if danger comes too close, he’s unrelenting — precise, efficient, completely focused on keeping you safe.
even outside missions, he’s careful.
if you’re upset or overwhelmed, he doesn’t push you to speak, but he stays near, offering quiet comfort.
his face hides it, but your presence keeps him grounded.
in a way, you’re the reason he stays sane — the reason he can keep moving forward, even when the world is chaotic or dangerous.
with you, the cracks in his emotion are visible sometimes.
the smallest gesture — a hand on your back, a slight glance to make sure you’re okay, the way he lets you sit closer to him — shows his care.
he doesn’t need to say, “i love you” or “i’m worried” — because his actions say it all.
zodyl’s fear of losing you is constant, but so is his quiet devotion.
you are his anchor, his reason to stay steady, and even if he never admits it out loud, he would go through anything to protect you.
jabber is way too much for you in the best way.
he’s not calm about love.
he’s loud with it, crazy with it, and almost a little obsessed.
when he likes you, it shows all over him. he gets excited to see you, always moving, always smiling, always acting like he has to do something with his hands because he can’t sit still when you’re around.
he wants to be close to you all the time, and he does not try very hard to hide it.
instead of soft kisses, jabber shows affection in his own strange, intense way.
he likes holding you close, pulling you into big hugs, resting his head near your shoulder, and keeping one hand on you like he needs to make sure you stay near.
sometimes he leaves little marks on you in playful ways, like a quick bite to the shoulder or a firm hold at your waist, never rough, just his way of showing he cares a lot.
it is not gentle in the usual way, but it is still full of feeling. with jabber, affection is never quiet.
he also does little things that show how deep his feelings go.
and the way he looks at you makes that clear too, like you are the most exciting thing in the room.
like he cannot believe you are his. if someone gets too close to you, his whole mood changes fast.
he gets sharp, protective, and a little scary if he has to be.
he will stand in front of you without thinking, his energy turning serious in a second. no one has to guess how much you mean to him, because he makes it obvious.
at the same time, he is still affectionate in his own rough, happy way.
he wants to touch your hair, hold your hands, lean on you, carry you if he feels like it, and keep you near him just because he likes the feeling of having you there.
he is the type to grin right in your face and act like he’s being normal, when really he is completely crazy about you.
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