#clingy reader

“I missed you,” you said, voice muffled into his chest. You didn’t let go. Two weeks without him had been too quiet, too empty.

He laughed softly, resting his chin on your head. “You could’ve at least said hello.”

“This is my hello.”

You followed him inside without breaking contact, trailing him from room to room like you’d forgotten how to exist without him nearby. You sat beside him on the couch, basically on top of him, legs tangled, shoulder pressed to his arm. When he reached for a book, you leaned into him harder.

“You're touchier that usual,” he teased.

“Correct.”

Xavier shifted, wrapping an arm around you, tighter this time. “I’m not going anywhere.”

You smiled against his shoulder, finally home.

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Zayne:

Zayne was used to solitude. After long hospital shifts, his evenings were predictable, jasmine tea steeping, a book open, a comfortable silence surrounding him.

That routine disappeared the moment you started dating.

Now, when he unlocked his door, you were always there. Dinner already made. Shoes kicked off by the entryway. You greeted him before he could even set his bag down, arms around him, a soft kiss to his cheek.

Sometimes you talked immediately, about your day, your thoughts, things you’d missed while he was gone. Other times, you just held him. Minutes passed like that. Zayne never rushed you.

Tonight, you followed him through his apartment as he moved, into the kitchen, then the living room, hovering close, fingers catching on his sleeve whenever he tried to step away.

“You know,” he said gently, setting his tea down, “you don’t have to stay glued to me.”

You tilted your head. “But I want to.”

Zayne studied you for a moment, then sighed. He pulled you into his lap on the couch, one arm around your waist, the other warm against your back.

“…I suppose I don’t mind,” he admitted.

You curled into him instantly, satisfied. His book remained untouched, forgotten. Instead, he rested his chin against your shoulder, breathing you in.

For someone who once treasured his quiet routine, Zayne realized that this was better.

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Rafayel:

“I’m clingier,” Rafayel announced confidently.

You scoffed. “Absolutely not.”

He leaned closer, invading your space on purpose, eyes glittering. “I literally hate being alone.”

“And yet,” you said, hooking an arm through his, “you’re not the one following me around the studio.”

“But I invite you over more because I need you to be by me,” he countered. “Big difference.”

You trailed him everywhere, through his workspace, onto the couch, even hovering behind him while he painted. If he moved, you moved. If he sat, you were already there, pressed against his side.

“You realize,” he said, glancing down at you, “I haven’t taken a step without you attached to me all day.”

You smiled sweetly. “And?”

He laughed. “Unbelievable cutie. You’re stealing my brand.”

You tugged him closer, resting your head against his shoulder. He tilted his head toward yours, brushing his temple against your hair.

“Fine,” he said. “Maybe we’re both clingy.”

You grinned. “So it’s a tie?”

He smirked. “No.”

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Sylus:

Sylus had to notice everything. Throughout every life, there was always someone, or something out to get him.

So when footsteps echoed behind him in the corridor, soft, deliberate, his hand was on his weapon in an instant. He spun, ready.

“…Kitten?”

You froze mid-step, holding a bag of takeout like a peace offering. “Hi?”

He stared for a beat, then exhaled loudly. “You’re going to get yourself shot.”

You walked closer anyway, unfazed. “You heard me and thought enemy. That’s kind of rude.”

“You’re always there,” he muttered, shaking his head.

And it was true. You followed him everywhere, leaning against doorframes, sitting beside him no matter how big the room, drifting closer like gravity pulled you in. A shadow he hadn’t asked for…bout could never push away.

Sylus crossed his arms. “Don’t you ever need space?”

You stepped even closer, hands resting lightly on his chest. “Not from you.”

He hesitated, then sighed, placing a hand over yours.

Later, when you curled up beside him, head on his shoulder, he adjusted automatically, allowing you closer. Maybe he wasn’t used to having someone always at his side, but now he couldn't imagine another moment without you.

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Caleb:

Growing up, you and Caleb were inseparable.

Same scraped knees. Same shared snacks and whispered secrets under the stars. Being together had always felt natural, effortless.

So when life pulled you apart and eventually brought you back together, nothing felt strange about how close you were.

You gravitated toward him without thinking, standing shoulder to shoulder, sitting on top of him, reaching for him in crowded rooms like it was instinct. Caleb never complained, he just pulled you closer.

“You still do that,” he said one night, smiling softly as you leaned into him.

“Do what?”

“Stick close, pips. Like you’re afraid I’ll disappear.”

You shrugged. “Feels like home.”

Caleb pulled you into a tight hug, arms strong and familiar. “Guess that makes me home too, huh pipsqueak?”

at first, hugo didn't really understand it. he would glance down whenever he felt the familiar little tug on his sleeve, only to find you absentmindedly standing beside him with your attention completely somewhere else.

you weren't asking him for anything. you weren't trying to interrupt him. you just liked being there.

after a while, he stopped questioning it entirely. whenever he noticed you quietly reaching for him, he'd lift his arm just enough for you to comfortably wrap yourself around it before continuing whatever conversation he had been having.

if the team was waiting between training sessions, he'd automatically leave the empty spot beside him open because he already knew where you'd end up sitting. he never teased you for it or called you needy. to him, it was simply another part of you, just like the way you smiled or laughed.

the others, however, found it impossible not to notice.

"is that…normal?" one of them quietly asked after watching you spend nearly ten minutes standing beside hugo with your hand loosely hooked around his wrist while scrolling through your phone.

"they've literally been like that all day," another answered.

"i don't even think she realizes she's doing it."

"hugo doesn't either."

except he absolutely did.

he noticed every tiny habit you had, even if he never pointed them out. he noticed how you'd sleepily reach for his hand whenever you got tired.

how you'd gently bump your shoulder against his whenever you wanted attention but were too shy to ask for it. how you'd instinctively search for him in crowded rooms before relaxing the second your eyes landed on him. they were tiny things that everyone else overlooked, but hugo remembered every single one.

after practice one evening, everyone was exhausted from training, slowly packing up their things before heading back.

hugo was sitting on one of the benches, quietly drying his hair with a towel when you wandered over without saying a word. still sleepy from waiting through the last part of practice, you simply stood between his knees before resting your forehead against the top of his head with a quiet sigh.

"…tired?" he asked.

you only hummed.

he gave a small nod like that answered everything.

without another word, he wrapped one arm around your waist to keep you steady while finishing drying his hair with the other hand. it looked so natural that nobody would've guessed he had only started doing things like this because of you.

when he finally stood up, you instinctively reached for the back of his shirt again.

he looked over his shoulder.

"…ready?"

another tiny nod.

he waited until you had a better grip before starting to walk.

the hallway was busy with players passing by, but hugo never once tried to shake your hand off his shirt or tell you to let go. instead, he slowed his pace just enough so you wouldn't have to rush after him.

"you know," one of the players muttered as they walked past, "she follows you everywhere."

hugo looked down at your fingers still curled into the fabric of his shirt before looking back up with the same calm expression he always wore.

"…i know."

"…doesn't it bother you?"

he was quiet for a second.

"…if she stopped."

his answer surprised even himself.

because somewhere along the way, the tiny weight on his sleeve, the quiet hand finding his, and the soft warmth constantly beside him had become something he looked for without realizing it.

later that night, while the two of you sat together watching a movie, you had somehow managed to end up almost completely leaning against him, one arm lazily wrapped around his while your head rested against his shoulder.

you were half asleep, barely paying attention anymore, mumbling little comments every now and then before your words slowly became quieter.

hugo looked down. "…comfortable?"

your eyes stayed closed as you smiled. "mhm…"

"…good."

he adjusted himself just enough so your neck wouldn't hurt, gently pulling a blanket over both of you without waking you. after that, he simply stayed still, even when his arm slowly started falling asleep underneath your weight. he could've moved. he probably should've.

instead, he glanced at your peaceful face resting against him and decided the numb arm was worth it.

"…sleep well," he quietly murmured, almost too soft to hear.

and although he'd never admit it out loud, the apartment always felt a little emptier whenever you weren't absentmindedly reaching for him anymore. after all, somewhere between all those little habits of yours, hugo had unknowingly grown just as attached to your quiet clinginess as you were to him.

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ michael kaiser

michael kaiser absolutely loved the fact that you were clingy, though he'd never admit just how much it fed his ego. in his mind, it simply proved what he already believed—you liked him the most, you wanted to be around him the most, and out of everyone in the room, you always found your way back to him.

no matter how many people were talking to you, how busy either of you were, or where the two of you happened to be, your body seemed to naturally gravitate toward his. if he was lounging across the couch, you'd end up curled against his side without even thinking about it.

if he leaned against a wall while waiting for something, within minutes you'd be standing beside him, your shoulder pressed against his arm or your fingers absentmindedly playing with the sleeve of his shirt.

you never seemed to realize you were doing it, but michael noticed every single time, and secretly, he looked forward to it.

unlike most people, he never found your clinginess distracting. if anything, it became something he expected. there were moments where he'd be scrolling through his phone or watching old match footage, only to feel your weight gently lean against him a few moments later.

instead of reacting, he'd instinctively shift just enough to give you more room, allowing you to settle comfortably against his chest or shoulder while continuing whatever he had been doing.

it became second nature. he no longer questioned why you always reached for him first because, somewhere along the way, he had grown used to your constant need for closeness.

whenever you weren't nearby, he'd catch himself glancing around the room before realizing you were somewhere else, and while he'd never openly admit it, the absence of your familiar warmth always made the space around him feel strangely empty.

there were times when your clinginess became almost impossible to ignore. if the two of you were relaxing together, you'd somehow manage to steal nearly all of his personal space without realizing it.

your legs would end up resting across his lap, your head tucked beneath his chin, or your arms loosely wrapped around one of his while you quietly occupied yourself with something else.

michael always acted like you were inconveniencing him, letting out dramatic sighs or rolling his eyes as though your affection was the biggest burden imaginable, yet he never once made any effort to move away.

in fact, if you shifted even slightly as if you were about to get up, he'd unconsciously adjust his position to keep you close before he even realized what he was doing.

by the time he noticed, it was already too late, leaving him to pretend it had been completely intentional all along.

he especially enjoyed how naturally you sought him out after a long day. the moment you saw him, your shoulders seemed to relax without you even noticing, and before long, you'd quietly settle beside him, leaning your weight against him as though all the exhaustion you'd been carrying could disappear simply by being close.

michael liked to tease you for it, often calling you attached or claiming you couldn't survive more than a few minutes without him, but beneath every smug remark was a quiet satisfaction he couldn't hide.

knowing that your first instinct was always to look for him, to stand beside him, or to rest against him filled him with a sense of pride that only inflated his already enormous ego.

to everyone else, it looked like harmless teasing.

only michael knew how much he genuinely enjoyed being the person you searched for without even thinking.

the people around you noticed it almost immediately. they found it amusing how someone as prideful and self-centered as michael somehow became incredibly patient whenever it involved you.

the same man who complained about people invading his personal space somehow never minded when you leaned against him for hours or absentmindedly held onto his arm while the two of you sat together. if anyone else tried that, they'd receive an irritated glare within seconds. you, however, were different.

michael rarely acknowledged it aloud, but he unconsciously adjusted everything around your habits. he'd sit in ways that gave you more room to lean against him, slow his pace whenever you naturally reached for his hand, and remain still whenever you looked comfortable enough to fall asleep beside him.

he never thought twice about making those adjustments anymore because somewhere along the line, your quiet affection had become part of his daily routine.

despite all of his confidence and endless teasing, there were moments where michael revealed just how attached he'd become in return. on the rare days when you were busy or simply spent more time with someone else, he'd notice almost immediately.

he'd tell himself it didn't matter, insisting that you were free to do whatever you wanted, yet somehow he'd always find an excuse to wander into the same room as you or insert himself into whatever you happened to be doing.

he'd never admit that he missed the familiar feeling of you leaning against his shoulder or reaching for his hand without thinking, but the second you naturally drifted back to his side again, the faint smirk that settled across his face said everything he refused to.

in the end, everyone assumed you were the clingy one in the relationship, but if anyone paid close enough attention, they'd realize michael had quietly grown just as dependent on your presence as you were on his—he was simply far too prideful to ever admit it first.

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ sae itoshi

ever since the two of you started dating, sae quickly realized that you were the kind of person who loved showing your affection through quiet closeness rather than words.

you never demanded attention or interrupted whatever he was doing, but your body always seemed to drift toward him without you even noticing. if he was sitting down watching game footage, you'd eventually wander into the room with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders before quietly settling beside him, leaning your head against his arm as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

if he stood in the kitchen making himself something to eat, you'd appear only moments later, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind and simply standing there without saying a single thing.

there were days where neither of you exchanged more than a few words for hours, yet somehow you were always touching him in some small way, whether it was your fingers hooked around the sleeve of his shirt, your shoulder pressed against his, or your legs resting over his whenever the two of you relaxed together.

being close to him made you feel safe, and after a while, sae became so used to your quiet attachment that your absence felt stranger than your clinginess ever did.

sae himself wasn't naturally affectionate, nor was he someone who constantly sought physical contact, but he learned your habits faster than he expected. at first, he'd glance down whenever he suddenly felt your hand slip into his or your forehead rest against his shoulder, wondering if there was a reason behind it.

eventually, he realized there wasn't one. you simply liked being near him. that realization made him stop questioning it altogether. whenever you absentmindedly reached for him, his hand would already be waiting before yours could fully find it.

if you leaned against him while he was reading or watching something, he'd shift just enough to make sure you were comfortable without ever looking away from what he was doing.

even when he was focused on something important, he'd subconsciously adjust his posture so you had somewhere to rest, almost as if his body had memorized yours before his mind even registered your presence.

your clinginess also showed itself in the smallest moments throughout the day. whenever sae came home after training or traveling, you were always the first thing waiting for him.

you'd quietly make your way over the second you heard the door open, wrapping yourself around him with sleepy eyes before he even had the chance to take his shoes off. you never cared if he was tired or sweaty from practice; all you wanted was those few minutes where you could reassure yourself that he was finally home.

sae never returned your hugs with the same enthusiasm, but he also never pushed you away. instead, one hand would naturally come to rest on your back while the other gently stroked your hair a few times before he continued walking, practically carrying you through the apartment because you refused to let go.

after enough time together, he accepted that this was simply how you greeted him, and if one day you didn't come over to cling to him, he'd quietly find himself looking around the apartment, wondering where you were.

the people around sae noticed it long before either of you did.

they often found it amusing how someone so emotionally reserved ended up dating someone who practically treated him like a personal pillow.

during gatherings or visits, you'd always end up tucked against his side without thinking, your head resting on his shoulder while conversations happened around you. sometimes you'd doze off against him entirely, completely trusting that he wouldn't move until you woke up.

everyone expected sae to complain or gently move you away, but he never did.

he'd simply continue whatever he was doing with one hand resting absentmindedly on your arm, making sure you wouldn't slip off or wake yourself. the sight was so unlike the cold, distant image people had of him that it caught everyone off guard.

sae never acknowledged the stares or comments because, to him, this had quietly become normal. your constant need to be close wasn't something he tolerated anymore—it was something he unconsciously made room for, adjusting his own habits around yours until your presence became woven into every quiet part of his daily life.

there were even moments when you apologized, worried that you might be bothering him because of how often you found yourself reaching for him without thinking.

sae never understood why you worried so much. if your hand searched for his while the two of you walked together, he'd simply lace his fingers through yours. if you rested your head on him after a long day, he'd continue sitting there as though nothing had changed.

if you fell asleep leaning against his shoulder, he'd stay exactly where he was until you naturally woke up, even if his arm had gone numb long ago. he wasn't the type to shower someone with affectionate words or dramatic gestures, but his patience spoke louder than anything he could have said.

he accepted every quiet habit you had without making you feel embarrassed for them, and over time, you realized something that made your heart ache in the sweetest way possible.

you had become sae's routine just as much as he had become yours.

he would probably never admit it out loud, but on the rare occasions when you weren't there to absentmindedly cling to him, the silence around him felt just a little emptier than it used to.

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ bunny iglesias

bunny never had a problem with how clingy you were.

if anything, he found it strangely comforting. there was something about the way you always ended up beside him that made even the busiest days feel quieter.

you never asked for much—you simply liked being close. whether you were sitting shoulder-to-shoulder while doing your own things, lightly holding onto the sleeve of his jacket whenever the two of you walked together, or absentmindedly resting your head against him whenever there was a moment to slow down, your affection always came so naturally that it never felt forced.

it was simply how you loved him, and before long, it became something he couldn't imagine going without.

at first, bunny didn't really understand just how often you searched for him. he'd look up from whatever he was doing only to find you already standing nearby, quietly existing in his space without expecting a conversation.

there were moments where neither of you spoke for several minutes, yet you'd still be leaning against his shoulder or sitting close enough that your knees brushed together. eventually, he realized you weren't looking for constant attention—you were looking for comfort. being near him settled your mind, and once he understood that, he stopped questioning your little habits altogether.

instead, he'd naturally make room for you before you even asked, shifting over on the couch, slowing his pace, or leaving one side of him open because he already knew you'd end up there.

your clinginess showed itself in countless little ways throughout the day.

if bunny stood still for more than a few moments, you'd wander over almost without thinking, gently looping your arm through his or leaning against his side while your mind drifted elsewhere. whenever the two of you were relaxing together, you'd somehow find yourself pressed against him, your head resting comfortably on his shoulder while you read, watched something, or simply enjoyed the peaceful silence between you.

you weren't trying to demand his attention; your body had simply grown so used to seeking him out that it happened without thought. after enough time together, bunny stopped noticing when you leaned on him because it had become such a normal part of his everyday life.

the people around you found the relationship amusing because they quickly realized how differently bunny treated you compared to everyone else.

he valued his personal space with most people, yet somehow you were the one exception. no matter how often you leaned against him or quietly followed him from room to room, he never looked bothered. instead, he unconsciously adjusted around you, making sure you were comfortable before thinking about himself. if you looked tired, he'd stay where he was a little longer so you wouldn't have to move.

if you accidentally fell asleep against him, he wouldn't dare disturb you, even if it meant sitting in the same position until his shoulders became stiff. to everyone else, those gestures were small, but to you, they meant everything because bunny wasn't someone who expressed his feelings with dramatic words. he showed them through patience.

there were even times when you worried you might be too much. you noticed how often you reached for him without thinking and wondered if it ever became overwhelming. every now and then, you'd hesitate before leaning against him, trying to give him more space than usual, only for bunny to notice almost immediately.

he had grown so accustomed to your familiar warmth that the sudden distance felt wrong. without saying much, he'd naturally close the space between you himself, settling beside you until your shoulders touched again or quietly resting an arm around you as if reminding you that you never had to second-guess yourself.

he never made a big speech about it because that simply wasn't who he was, but his actions always answered your worries before you could voice them.

over time, your clinginess stopped being something either of you thought about. it became part of the rhythm of your relationship, woven into every ordinary moment the two of you shared.

bunny grew used to feeling your hand find his without warning, to your head resting against him after a long day, and to your quiet habit of searching for him whenever you entered a room. it wasn't something he merely tolerated—it became something he looked for without realizing it.

on the rare days when you were too busy or simply forgot to drift toward him, he'd notice the empty space almost immediately. he'd never admit that he missed your constant closeness, but the way his eyes instinctively searched for you, and the quiet ease that returned the moment you settled beside him again, made it obvious enough.

to everyone else, you were the clingy one, but the truth was that bunny had slowly grown just as attached to your presence as you were to his.

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ julian loki

loki was not someone people expected to be the type to indulge someone’s clinginess. with his calm personality, his focus on football, and the way he carried himself with quiet confidence, most people assumed he would prefer having his own space. but when it came to you, things were different.

your affection never felt like a distraction to him. if anything, it became one of the few things that allowed him to relax completely after spending so much time pushing himself. you had a way of making the world around him feel slower, and your constant need to be close became something he quietly appreciated more than he would ever openly admit.

you were naturally affectionate, the kind of person who always found small ways to stay connected to him.

you weren't always talking or asking for attention, but you were almost always near him. whether it was sitting beside him while he reviewed something, resting your head against his shoulder when the two of you had a quiet moment, or simply reaching for his hand while walking together, your presence always seemed to find its way into his routine. sometimes you didn't even realize you were doing it.

it was almost instinctive, like your body already knew where it wanted to be. beside him, close enough to feel comfortable, but never enough to interrupt his own space.

loki noticed those little habits almost immediately.

he was observant by nature, so he picked up on every small thing you did. he noticed how your mood changed when you were able to spend time with him, how you naturally relaxed whenever you were close, and how you always seemed to search for him first whenever you entered a room. instead of finding it overwhelming, he found it endearing.

there was something incredibly genuine about the way you loved him. you weren't attached because you wanted something from him—you simply enjoyed being around him. and for someone who spent so much of his life surrounded by expectations and pressure, having someone who just wanted his company meant more than he could explain.

because loki was so patient, he never made your clinginess feel like a problem. he never pushed you away or made you feel like you were taking up too much space. if you leaned against him while he was relaxing, he'd simply let you stay there.

if you held onto his arm while the two of you walked somewhere, he'd adjust his pace so you could stay comfortable. if you quietly followed him around during his free time because you wanted to spend more time together, he would just accept it as another normal part of his day.

he didn't need constant affection himself, but he understood that it was important to you, and that alone was enough reason for him to give it back.

the funniest part was that loki slowly became just as used to your closeness as you were.

your presence became something familiar, something he subconsciously expected. after a long day of training, he found himself looking forward to the peaceful moments where he could simply sit with you and forget about everything else. you were one of the few people who didn't see him as just a talented player or someone who always had to be perfect.

with you, he could just exist without having to prove anything, and your clinginess reminded him that he was loved outside of football.

others around him noticed the difference too. they were used to seeing loki composed and collected, always focused and professional, so seeing him quietly allow you to cling to him was something they found surprising. he would be in the middle of something important, yet the moment you came over and rested against him, his attention would soften.

he wouldn't stop what he was doing completely, but he would make room for you without hesitation. it was subtle, but anyone who knew him well could tell that you were an exception to the usual distance he kept with people.

there were even times where you worried you were becoming too attached. you wondered if you were bothering him or if he wanted more space, especially because loki wasn't someone who always expressed his feelings through obvious reactions.

but he always made sure you knew you were welcome. he wasn't the type to shower you with dramatic affection or constantly reassure you with words, but his actions always gave you the answer. the way he stayed close, the way he remembered your little habits, and the way he never once made you feel like your love was too much spoke louder than anything else.

eventually, your clinginess became something that belonged to both of you. it wasn't just a habit you had—it was a quiet part of your relationship that loki had grown attached to as well.

he became used to your hand finding his, your warmth beside him, and the comfortable silence that came from simply being together. and although he would probably never make a big confession about it, the truth was that your affection became one of the few things he never wanted to lose.

because even someone as disciplined and focused as julian loki needed a place where he could stop being a player and just be himself, and somehow, that place had always been right beside you.

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ don lorenzo

lorenzo was probably one of the last people anyone expected to be comfortable with someone being clingy toward him.

with his strange personality, playful attitude, and the way he always seemed to keep people guessing, most people assumed he wouldn't care much about someone constantly wanting to be around him. but when it came to you, it was different. your clinginess wasn't something he saw as annoying or overwhelming.

instead, he found it oddly reassuring. after spending so much of his life feeling like he had to rely on himself, having someone who naturally reached for him, chose him, and wanted to stay by his side was something he never truly got tired of.

you weren't clingy in a way that took away his freedom. you simply loved being close to him.

it showed in the small things you did without even realizing it. whenever the two of you were together, you always found some way to stay connected, whether it was sitting close beside him, leaning against him during quiet moments, or reaching for him whenever you walked together. sometimes you didn't even need to talk.

you were perfectly content just being near him, existing in the same space while doing your own things. for you, his presence alone was comforting, and over time, don lorenzo became used to the way you always seemed to find your way back to him.

at first, he found it amusing.

he was used to people reacting to him because of his reputation, his personality, or the strange way he carried himself, but you were different. you didn't treat him like someone intimidating or impossible to understand.

you simply treated him like someone you cared about. your affection was natural and honest, and that was something that caught his attention more than anything else. you weren't trying to change him or expect him to act differently. you just accepted him exactly as he was, and for someone who had grown up without always receiving that kind of care, it meant more than he would ever openly say.

lorenzo slowly became accustomed to your habits.

he learned that when you were tired, you would naturally move closer to him without thinking. he learned that when something bothered you, you found comfort in staying near him rather than being alone. he learned that your way of showing love was through small touches and quiet moments together.

instead of moving away or teasing you too much, he simply allowed it. sometimes he'd act like he was bothered just to get a reaction out of you, but the truth was that he never actually wanted you to stop.

because beneath all of his strange jokes and unpredictable behavior, lorenzo was someone who valued loyalty deeply. your clinginess reminded him that someone genuinely wanted to stay. you weren't around because of his talent, his status, or what he could offer—you were there because you cared about him.

and that kind of affection was something he didn't take lightly. even if he didn't always know how to respond in the most normal way, he understood the importance of having someone who made him feel wanted.

the people around him would notice how different he became around you. lorenzo was still don lorenzo—still playful, still weird, still someone who could make everyone question what was going through his mind—but there was a noticeable softness whenever you were involved. he was more patient with you, more willing to listen, and strangely protective over the comfort you found in him.

if you leaned against him for too long, he wouldn't complain. if you stayed close during stressful moments, he wouldn't tell you to move. instead, he'd simply let you remain there, accepting your affection in his own quiet way.

there were even moments where he surprised himself by noticing when you weren't around. he was so used to your presence that the absence of it felt strange.

he'd find himself looking for you without realizing it, expecting you to appear beside him like you always did. he would never openly admit that he missed your constant closeness, especially because admitting something like that meant showing a softer side of himself, but the way he naturally relaxed whenever you returned gave him away.

your relationship with lorenzo was never about one person being clingy and the other simply putting up with it. over time, your affection became something shared between the two of you. you gave him the comfort of knowing he had someone who would always choose him, and he gave you the reassurance that your love was never too much.

behind the strange humor and carefree attitude was someone who appreciated being cared for more than he let anyone see, and your clinginess became a quiet reminder that he was no longer someone who had to face everything alone. you were simply the person who stayed beside him, and somehow, that became the thing he valued most.

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ teddy knight

teddy was the type of person who made it difficult to tell what he was actually thinking.

he carried himself with a calm, almost unreadable expression, often keeping his emotions tucked away behind a quiet attitude and a composed presence. because of that, most people would assume that someone being constantly attached to him would eventually get on his nerves. but when it came to you, it was completely different.

your clinginess never felt like a burden to him.

instead, it became something familiar, something that slowly settled into his life before he even realized how much he had started to depend on it.

you were the kind of person who showed love through presence. you didn't need some grand reason to be near him—you just liked being around him. whether the two of you were sitting together in silence, walking somewhere side by side, or simply spending time doing separate things in the same room, you always found yourself drifting closer to him.

sometimes your shoulder would brush against his, sometimes you'd quietly sit beside him without saying anything, and sometimes you'd simply stay nearby because being around him made you feel comfortable. it wasn't about needing constant attention; it was about knowing he was there.

at first, teddy didn't really know what to do with it.

he wasn't someone who was used to having another person so openly seek him out. he was more familiar with keeping a certain distance, observing others rather than being the person someone naturally reached for.

so when you started appearing beside him more often, resting near him without hesitation, or instinctively looking for him whenever you entered a room, he didn't quite know how to react. he wouldn't push you away, but he also wouldn't immediately show how much he noticed.

teddy was the kind of person who would quietly take note of everything before deciding how he felt about it.

and eventually, he realized he liked it.

there was something strangely comforting about knowing that you always chose to be near him. your affection wasn't complicated, and you never expected him to become someone completely different. you didn't need him to constantly express himself or act a certain way—you were happy with the little things he already gave.

for someone like teddy, who seemed more comfortable keeping his thoughts to himself, having someone who understood his quiet nature was something he appreciated more than he could explain.

your clinginess became part of his routine in the smallest ways. teddy became used to feeling you sit beside him whenever there was an empty space. he became used to your habit of leaning closer when you were tired or reaching for him without thinking whenever something made you nervous.

he became used to the way you searched for him first, like his presence was something that automatically made things feel easier.

and while he might not always react dramatically, he always noticed. every single time.

he was also surprisingly patient with you.

if you stayed close while he was focused on something, he wouldn't make you feel like you were distracting him. if you wanted to spend time with him after a long day, he wouldn't turn you away. teddy wasn't the type to constantly shower someone with affection, but he showed care through small, deliberate actions.

he would make sure you were comfortable, remember little details about what you liked, and quietly adjust his own habits to include you. his affection wasn't loud—it was in the way he made space for you without needing to be asked.

other people would probably find the difference amusing. teddy, who could seem so distant and difficult to read, somehow became someone who allowed you closer than most people ever got.

they would notice how he didn't react the same way when it was you. someone else invading his space might earn a cold look, but you could sit beside him for hours and he wouldn't complain.

your presence became an exception, a quiet place where he didn't have to keep up any walls.

there would also be moments where you worried you were being too attached. you'd wonder if you were overwhelming him or if he secretly wanted more space, especially because teddy wasn't always obvious with his feelings. but the answer was always shown through his actions. he never pulled away.

he never made you feel like your affection was unwanted. instead, he would simply stay there beside you, allowing the silence between you to speak for itself.

over time, teddy became just as accustomed to your closeness as you were to his. he might not be the type to openly admit that he enjoyed having someone always near him, but he would notice when things felt different without you.

the room felt quieter, his routine felt slightly off, and there was a strange emptiness where your familiar presence usually was.

he wouldn't call it missing you right away, but deep down, he knew exactly what it was. because your clinginess gave teddy something he wasn't used to—a constant reminder that someone wanted to stay.

and for someone as reserved as him, that meant more than any big gesture ever could. you weren't just someone who followed him around or held onto him a little more than others.

Your fingers slide from his hair to his forehead, brushing over the line between his brows, soft and absentminded. Steve smiles at that—small but no less sincere—without ever really stopping what he’s doing. 

You adjust his glasses slightly where they’ve slipped down his nose. Then, without thinking too hard about it, really without thinking at all, you lean in and press a soft kiss right between his brows. If you needed an excuse, you’d say you were just smoothing the crease—but it’s long gone now, and you never have to explain yourself to Steve.

“…you trying to distract me,” he murmurs, leaning into your touch. His voice warm, a little amused, a faint flush sitting high on his cheeks.

In place of a proper answer, you lift your hand, brushing a piece of hair back behind his ear, your fingers skimming along his cheekbone and down to his jaw.

“Never,” you mumble, soft, not even trying to sound convincing.

Steve laughs under his breath, shaking his head a little—he already knows he’d lose any type of argument with you. It never takes much with you. Just one smile and he’s done for.

His hand finds your knee where it’s hooked over the desk, squeezing lightly—thumb dragging once before it slides up to your thigh, settling there without a second thought.

“You’re trouble,” he says, but there’s not an ounce of weight to it. No warning; just pure, unfiltered fondness.

You lean in again, closer this time, your nose brushing his cheek before your lips hover just at the corner of his mouth.

“Kisses,” you pause, mouth pulling into a small pout, “please.”

Steve doesn’t even pretend to hesitate.

“Yeah?” he murmurs, already turning toward you, his hand sliding from your thigh to your waist to steady you where you’re perched. “C’mere.”

The kiss is soft, easy, wonderful. His thumb brushes your side absentmindedly, keeping you as close as possible. When you pull back, it’s barely anything, just enough to look at him before you lean in again.

And again.

Oh, and again.

Steve lets out a quiet whine into the next one, barely there, a little helpless—like he knows exactly how this is going to go, after all, this isn’t his first rodeo with you. “Y’know I’ve got, like, actual work to do,” he says, not moving an inch away from you.

You nod, already pressing another quick kiss to his mouth. “I know.”

You linger for a second after, just looking at him, the way he’s trying to look serious—brows slightly drawn, mouth set—but it doesn’t quite stick, not when he’s still this close to you, still a little flushed, still soft around the edges for you. 

You press your lips together in a small, expectant pout, eyes wide, head tilted slightly. You know exactly what you’re doing. Steve knows exactly what you’re doing. Neither of you care.

Steve lets out a soft exhale, half a laugh, his forehead dropping briefly against yours. “You’re lucky I like you,” he mutters, even as he leans straight back in.

You smile a little at that, because you already know.

That’s the whole point.

“Just like?” You tease, fingers playing with the collar of his sweater.

You lean in impossibly closer, nudging your nose against his before he murmurs, breath fanning across your mouth—

“Love.”

The smile that breaks across your face is immediate. Soft. Impossible to hide.

Steve’s expression shifts the second he sees it, fondness melting straight through whatever was left of his attempt at composure.

“Sorry, honey,” he mumbles. And then he’s kissing you again.

“I.”

A kiss lands at the corner of your mouth.

“Love.”

Another against your cheek.

“You.”

One more, right over your smile as your laugh finally spills out properly, bright and breathless. You push lightly at his chest like you’re trying to stop him, but your hands are still twisted in the front of his sweater, keeping him just as close as he’s keeping you.

“Steve—” you giggle, ducking your head when he leans in again.

“I love you,” he repeats, gentler this time, punctuated by another quick kiss. “So much, honey.”

You’re still laughing softly by the time he finally slows, both hands warm at your waist, his forehead resting against yours while he grins in that helpless, completely gone way that’s become so terribly familiar.

And then—

A loud, aggressive chicken squeak blasts through the station speakers and out to the thirty or so late-night listeners.

You both freeze.

Steve’s eyes close instantly, already knowing exactly what that means—and somehow, you know he’s less worried about the listeners and more worried about Robin.

There’s a beat of silence before—

“Guys,” Robin’s voice crackles over the intercom, flat and deeply unimpressed. “Do you mind?”

She punctuates the question with a sharp knock against the glass separating the rooms.

Unfortunately, that’s what breaks you.

A helpless laugh slips out of you as you immediately hide your face in Steve’s neck, shoulders shaking against him. His own laugh is quieter, more embarrassed, but no less fond as one hand slides up to the back of your head, smoothing your hair down comfortingly.

“Hey, hey, it was a-” he mumbles, failing miserably at sounding serious, getting cut off by a less than impressed Robin.

“Steve, why is the chicken sound effect live right now?”

“It was an accident!” he calls back instantly.

“You literally only press random buttons when she’s around.”

“That is not true.”

“It is completely true.”

You’re still giggling into his neck while Steve absently pats your hair down again, holding you close even as he argues back.

“I can multitask.”

“Clearly not!” Robin shoots back. “You’re one make-out session away from broadcasting a car crash sound effect.”

Steve groans while you laugh even harder, and the two of them keep bickering through the station as the scene slowly dissolves into static, teasing, and Steve’s hand still warm at the back of your head.

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Except “cool” lasted about four minutes.

Because Bucky wasn’t just any guy—he was warmth and quiet laughter, calloused hands that traced lazy circles on your thigh when he thought you were asleep. He smelled like cedar and soap and something that made your chest ache. Every time he leaned close, every time his metal fingers brushed your waist by accident, you felt gravity shift.

So yeah, keeping your distance? Impossible.

Still, you tried.

When he came home from training, sweat-slick and tired, you stayed curled on the couch instead of running up to greet him. When he went to shower, you didn’t follow him with some flimsy excuse about needing to “borrow” his razor. You kept your hands to yourself when he sat beside you, even though your skin buzzed from the effort.

You didn’t notice his frown until it was too late.

“Hey,” he murmured, voice soft, thumb brushing over your knuckles. “You okay, doll?”

You blinked. “Yeah, of course. Why?”

He tilted his head, studying you like he could read every thought you didn’t want him to see. “You’ve been… quiet. Not that I mind, just—feels different.”

“I’m fine,” you said quickly, forcing a smile. “Just giving you space.”

That made him pause. Really pause. “Space?”

You shrugged, hoping you sounded casual instead of heartbreakingly needy. “I don’t wanna be all over you all the time. You probably need room to breathe.”

Something in his expression cracked. “Room to breathe,” he repeated, almost like he was testing the words.

You nodded, though it hurt a little to do it.

For a long moment, he said nothing. Then, he laughed softly—just one short breath of disbelief before he reached for you, tugging you effortlessly into his lap.

“Doll,” he said, low and steady against your hair, “you think I don’t like it?”

“I don’t want to smother you,” you mumbled into his shoulder.

He smiled into your hair, his voice a little rough. “Sweetheart, I spent years without anyone even touching me. You could hang on me all day and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

Your breath caught. You pulled back enough to look at him, to really see the sincerity in his blue eyes—the way they softened, like he was afraid you’d stop believing him.

“I like when you reach for me,” he said quietly. “Makes me feel wanted. Human.”

Your heart cracked open. “Bucky…”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “You think I don’t notice when you stop holding my hand? When you sit just far enough away that I can’t touch you? Feels like someone’s turned off the lights.”

You huffed a tiny laugh, tears burning at the corners of your eyes. “I didn’t wanna scare you off.”

He shook his head, cupping your cheek with his metal hand, gentle as anything. “Scare me off? Doll, you’re the only thing that doesn’t scare me.”

That was all it took. Your restraint snapped like a rubber band.

You buried your face against his neck, arms winding tight around him. He let out a low, pleased sound—a sigh that melted into a hum—as his arms wrapped around you just as fiercely. He held you there, broad hand smoothing up and down your spine like he was trying to memorize every curve, every breath.

“Better,” he whispered.

“Better?” you teased softly.

“Mhm.” His lips brushed your temple. “Could stay like this forever.”

You smiled against his skin. “You say that now, but give it an hour—you’ll need to stretch, or—”

“Or what?” he murmured. “You’ll still be here. That’s what matters.”

He shifted you gently, so your legs were thrown over his and your back hit the couch cushion. You thought he might get up, maybe grab water or something, but instead he settled in right beside you—his arm a solid weight around your waist, his fingers tracing lazy shapes over your hip.

“See, this is what I mean,” you said, giggling when he pulled you closer.

“What?”

“You’re too good at this. Makes it hard to be cool.”

He chuckled, eyes crinkling. “Don’t be cool then.”

“Easy for you to say.”

He tilted his head, metal fingers brushing your chin up until you met his gaze. “You don’t gotta hold back with me. Not ever.”

The air between you went soft and heavy. Your hand found his chest, right where the steady thump of his heart lived. “You sure?”

He nodded. “You could ask for a hug every ten minutes and I’d still come running.”

You laughed, curling up into him again. “I’ll take that as a challenge.”

“Please do,” he said, the smile in his voice making you melt.

You stayed like that, tangled up and warm, the afternoon sun spilling across his metal arm where it rested on your hip. His fingers traced patterns you couldn’t name, but you felt each one like a promise.

And for the first time in a long time, you didn’t fight the urge to hold on tighter.

He leaned down and murmured, “You know, I think I’m worse than you.”

You glanced up, amused. “Worse?”

He nodded solemnly. “You’re trying not to be clingy, and I’m over here planning how to glue you to me permanently.”

You snorted. “That’s not how relationships work, Buck.”

“Then we’ll make it work our way.” He kissed your cheek. “You hold on as much as you need. I’ll never pull away.”

Your throat tightened as you looked at him—this man who’d learned to crave softness after so many years of going without it. You smiled, pressing a hand to his chest again, just feeling the rhythm of his heart.

“Deal,” you whispered.

“Good.” He grinned. “Now stop pretending you don’t wanna cuddle me and get over here.”

So you did—because how could you not?