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. 𝄞𝄢 ݁ ˗ a/n: i love law 🙁🙁 i want to hold him and never let got, im allergic to re reading myself btw so theres might by fault but imma fix it later
sometimes law would have nightmares back then when he was in the donquixote family.
it wasn’t a great sight to witness, truthfully. he could still remember their despicable glares, could still hear their judgements in their tone when he first met them. the disgusting bloody scent, mixed with rusty metals.. erk.
the deceased body of his dear loved one, he never heard the gunshot, but he really felt like he did sometimes.
i can’t die.
i can’t die.
i can’t die.
he had thought again and again.
—
when law woke up tonight, if he could even call it a “night” when the clock was showing 3 a.m., his breath irregular, almost hyperventilating if he wasn’t already. he felt the drop of sweat on his forehead, his white shirt glued uncomfortably to his torso, the blanket remaining on his lap as he sat up.
he looked around carefully, trying to ease his nerves while he pushed slowly his back against the headboard. cautious not to wake you up.
law glanced at you, hoping you wouldn’t wake up and see him in this state, almost teary.
your relationship were still fresh, even if you knew him for at least 2 years now. back when before going to punk hazard he explained to you, and the rest of the crew his plan, strictly going to defeat doflamingo. you didn’t know the what or why, but you felt like bepo, shachi and penguin knew much more than you, although you never dug too deep. they were childhood friends, after all.
you slowly stirred when you felt your boyfriend agitated against you, his movements quite clumsy.
“law?” you murmured softly, voice barely audible, before slowly acknowledging your surroundings.
he was sitting stiff next to you, throat tight. he didn’t trust his voice enough to answer, his tears at the bridge of falling.
shit. not now. not in front of you.
“hey, law? baby? what’s wrong?” you instinctively shifted your position, moving on your knees to look at his face, barely visible even with the moonlight faintly illuminating his face.
he simply moved his head left to right, shame flooding him. he was supposed to be strong, to be the anchor of his friends, not to cry pathetically because of a stupid dream.
pathetic. that’s what he felt, and feels. when he was ten and twenty-six.
but he got cut off from his negative thoughts, his mind had drowned into his memories of the donquixote family, before he felt smooth, soft and gentle hands cradling his face oh so lovingly. he felt himself relaxed for a moment, a kiss on his hair, hatless. a kiss on his temple, right on his hair. a kiss right under his left eye, the side you usually slept next to him, for a month now.
one hand, previously on his cheek, slowly, almost carefully, descended to the nape of his hair, nails scratching it. he let out a gasp he didn’t he was holding at the soft touch.
“my love, are you okay?” your voice echoed through his ears. it’s you, his dear partner, next to him, it is your voice echoing through his ears. its your lips on his face. it is your fingers scratching smoothly the back of his neck.
he was in your presence. with you. not with those rats.
a sigh. a small but loud one. he let his head carefully fell on your shoulder, almost cautious you’d back up for who knows why.
“a dream.” he mumbled, biting his lips. “a bad one.” he could simply mutter, not trusting his voice yet. he didn’t want to cry, not in front of you. he didn’t want to seem weak.
“you’re all tensed up, your shoulders are rigid and your voice is more.. wary.” you had said, ah. you are so observant, for someone stupidly reckless.
a pause. he couldn’t talk yet. just a bit, please don’t push it, don’t push him, please—
“law.. are you refraining yourself from crying..?” please..
he sighed, although it broke in a slight whimper.
before he could even acknowledge it, his face was pressed against your chest, cheeks near your heart. your soft heartbeats as gentle as your voice.
“there is something you’re not telling mee..” you let your voice trailed, while a hand brushed through his hair. a soft, not mocking, but mischievous voice.
how calming, he could even sleep right next on the spot.
only if he wasn’t crying.
he could feel your lips on his head, almost bitting his scalp lovingly. you didn’t know, but you made him feel so at ease.
he genuinely felt like he belonged here. oh, it feels great.
how come he never knew it felt so great, behind in your arms, being pampered. pats. kisses. please don’t let go.
slowly, cautious, to your dismay, he wrapped his arms against you.
he was careful at first, and then the embrace felt tight.
during that time, he had spent between crying, lowly but his shoulders were still spasming faintly, he was thinking about nothing but you.
did you seriously fell for him?
you fell for someone as complicated and flawed as him?..
he was once again taken from his thoughts when your hand, previously on his hair, went to his cheek. soft thumb brushing away his salty tear, then raising his head by tilting his jaw.
gentle caress on his cheek as you talked.
“law, could you please.. explain to me the reasons to this? im really concerned. i.. i never saw you like that so..-”
he chuckled faintly, his lips on your collarbones, not quite kissing, but there.
“you are concerned?” he asked, he dared to ask, little piece of shit, after crying for ten long minutes at least.
he sighed, as his hand brushed his eyes.
“im.. im sorry baby. i.. had a dream when i was.. with the other bastard in my childhood.” he didn’t dare to say his name out loud, but you know. you know him.
you nodded, your embrace as tight as his was.
“how.. how was it back then?” you finally dared to ask, your tone slightly unsure.
“bad. trash. shitty.” he mumbled, paused. “being dependent of a selfish piece of shit wasn’t really easy, being around people as bad as him, all of them being his lapdogs..”
he had continued, not mentioning cora yet,-
“hey.. law.” you murmured, voice adorably smooth.
“mh. yes?” he murmured back, letting himself get lost in your comforting gaze.
. 𝄞𝄢 ݁ ˗ contain: fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), praising, pet names (doll, pretty)
. 𝄞𝄢 ݁ ˗ a/n: i love law fingers and hands ngngngnh
law spread your pussy lips with his index and middle, while keeping his eyes on you, analyzing every reactions as he take a quick look at your already dripping wet pussy.
“already? i barely touched your sensitive nerves.” he murmurs. “you get wet so quickly.. good.” he whispers, with a satisfied smirk while slowly dropping his head between your legs, that cocky smirk almost mocking you, his breathing hitting your clitoris softly. and you twitched.
“sensitive?” he murmurs again, taking a quick lick at your bundle of nerves. “or just enjoying it? are you doll?” he asks, suddenly wrapping both of his lips around your clitoris, sucking it slowly at first, aware at the soft moans he succeeded to make out of your pretty lips he could never stop kissing.
his lips sucked your clit carefully, alternating licking and aspiring it, while slowly entering his two fingers who were previously spreading your lower lips, inside your walls, his eyes still looking at your feverish-like face, altered by the pleasure received.
a moan escaped your lips as his teeth brushed your clit, while his second hand grabbed your thigh left thigh firmly, placing it on his shoulder as he kept toying with your pussy, his two fingers moving slowly at first, teasingly like the cocky bastard he is, while murmuring how well his fingers slip inside those walls, his voice making your clit vibrate, making you ket out a louder moan, your thigh on his shoulder pressing against his cheek, you didn’t miss the soft smile he had by the touch.
he suddenly accelerated his movements with his fingers as soon as he brushed you sensitive zone, straight up whimpering his name as you came on his fingers, wetness slipping the long of his tattooed hand.
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. 𝄞𝄢 ݁ ˗ best friend yuji who comfort reader after she got ghosted by her crush one weak before valentine’s day! (he has a massive crush on her)
bsf!yuji who tries to comfort you after your supposed soon to be bf completely ghost you on a random day a week before valentine’s day.
bsf!yuji who’d try to take you out everyday in hope of reliving the constant sadness enveloping you.
bsf!yuji who’s feelings are mixed about you, he feels incredibly bad seeing you so sad and genuinely mourning about a crush, and on the other side he can’t help but be relieved you’re single. he doesn’t want you to be anyone’s else but his.
bsf!yuji who hugs you until late at night in yours or his apartment, sobbing in his arms about how you hate him and hate how he did you.
bsf!yuji who murmurs soft words at you. “you’re the sweetest girl he could have, he definitely didn’t deserve you”, “your soft heart doesn’t deserve to mourn about someone like him”, “i promise you, you will find someone who’ll be very gentle with your heart”.
bsf!yuji who’s literally the sweetest. he’ll patiently listen to your mood swings. how you miss him and wish he was back. how you hate him and wish someone will do him dirty.
bsf!yuji who patiently wait for you to heal from him, he’ll gladly be your bandage if it means ending up with you.
bsf!yuji who compliments you times to times, things that your past crush didn’t do even once. while yuji compliments your hair, your mesmerizing smile when you’re happy, your pretty eyes while you’re concentrated on something.
bsf!yuji who slowly build a strong place into your heart, softly making it fluster with genuine affection.
just imagine suguru sitting with one leg resting over the other, holding a small notebook in one hand and a pencil in the other, brushing gentle strokes against the page. almost mindlessly, like it’s more of a habit than a hobby.
there’s sun filtering in through the large windows of the airport, falling on him like an angelic spotlight. like the heavens graced the earth with him.
his hair, dark and soft, like a body of water under the night sky, is tied up in a bun. so effortlessly pretty. black headphones sit on his head and he bounces his foot in the air in tune with whatever music he’s listening to. he probably doesn’t notice that little action and it’s endearing. like he’s in his own world. not in any rush.
every so often, he takes a sip of black coffee from a paper cup, his hand adorned with black rings clawing the top of the cup to pick it up and place it back down.
you notice the way he spins his pencil through his fingers skilfully as he occasionally gets stuck in thought. curious, violet hues looking around to find something else to draw. finding inspiration from any corner of the airport.
as his eyes flit from space to space, cafe to suitcase, forgotten trash to the boarding times, you coincidentally make eye contact. you barely even realised that you were staring at him until he catches you, and he doesn’t immediately look away like you frantically do.
there’s an amused glint playing in his purple eyes, his mouth curving up slightly before he flickers his gaze away, too. though, still aware of you.
he delicately flicks the page of his notebook, turning to the other side and continues to draw, seemingly having found his muse. another sip of coffee, another practised stroke of his pencil.
time goes by - you, entranced by the stranger sitting in the seat diagonal to you, and said stranger passing the time with his sketches. you’re not sure how much time passes before he’s standing up, stretching languidly and rolling his neck after having it bowed down over his notebook.
you busy yourself with your phone, checking the weather, clicking onto settings, fiddling with the brightness. anything to distract yourself from him and trying not to stare too much.
he carefully tears a page out of his notebook, folding it neatly, before slinging his carry-on bag over his shoulder. he walks past you to get to his boarding gate, taking one more glance at you like he can’t afford to miss the opportunity, even if it meant he’d miss his flight.
his sweet cologne drifts into your senses, lingering around you. and you hoped to remember it. it felt comforting and warm.
you were so preoccupied with just how good he smelled that you didn’t notice the fact that he dropped the folded page into your lap as he passed by.
you open it with interest to find a sketch of you.
your mouth parts slightly in surprise and awe. it’s so intricate and beautiful, you can’t help but admire it for a few minutes, your fingertips lightly running over the details. the way he drew you in his own gorgeous art style, fitting for a gorgeous man.
as your eyes run over the page with fascination, you notice the phone number written in small at the bottom of the page. along with an elegantly-written ‘thanks for the inspiration, pretty’.
just thinking about nagumo whispering maths equations to his reader while fucking, his thrust depending on the answers he gets. bad answer? he’s going low and and not even entering your wet walls completely. good one? he is fucking you wildly, whimpering faintly at your ears. even if you do a streak of bad answers he will fuck rough and deep anyway
a/n: i am OBSESSED with the regina george x rodrick heffley trope, like yesssss rockstar loser bf x popular mean girl
it literally reminds me of the romance book punk 57, WHICH IS MY FAVORITE BOOK OF ALL TIME I HIGHLY RECOMMEND IF YOU WANNA GET INTO ROMANCE FICTION NOVELS
he’s the guitarist of a small garage band that practices behind the school gym (until they get kicked out for being too loud, which is crazy because they’re actually so good).
everyone knows isagi yoichi as that awkward kid with a guitar who gets nosebleeds when he plays too hard.
he’s so embarrassingly down bad for you like… he’ll trip over a drum set just because you said “hey.”
the school is convinced you keep him around as a charity case or ironic accessory.
but jokes on them because you are obsessed with him in secret, like you will look away and bite back a smile every time he writes a stupid song about you.
he writes you lyrics like “i’d let you destroy me if it means you’ll stay” and you’re like “ew that’s so cheesy” while violently screenshotting it.
you always act like you’re doing him a favor by letting him walk you to class. “yeah fine whatever yoichi, if you get lost just follow the path of people staring.”
he once gave you his favorite guitar pick and you were all “what am i supposed to do with this?” then put it in the purse you carry everywhere.
you get jealous when girls go to their shows and scream his name, but you refuse to admit it. “why are they screaming? he’s literally sweaty and gross.” meanwhile your lockscreen is sweaty “gross” isagi.
he writes a whole song just to confess that he loves you and performs it at the school talent show.
you pretend to roll your eyes, but you stand up and kiss him in front of everyone. your reign as school royalty has never been stronger.
itoshi rin
he plays bass because he hates attention even though he’s insanely good, but the irony is everyone is obsessed with him anyway.
bro shows up to school with chipped black nail polish and headphones on at all times.
everyone thinks he’s brooding, but he’s actually just listening to one song on repeat: your voice memos from last week.
you two are the power couple NOBODY understands. you’re cold and terrifying, rin is colder and even scarier. together? unstoppable.
your friends are like “why him?” and you just shrug.
but the truth is: rin does not care about the hierarchy of high school and that makes him the only person who sees you, not your status.
he lets you wear his rings and when people stare too long at you, he’ll wrap an arm around your waist, jaw clenching. “look somewhere else.” YES SIRRR.
his love language is “i wrote a song, but i’ll never show it to you,” except one day you find a notebook full of lyrics about how scared he is of losing you.
you confront him and he gets all flustered and defensive. “they’re trash, shut up.”
you grin, kiss his cheek, and go “you’re cute when you’re insecure” and he’s like “delete your mouth.”
he pretends he doesn’t like PDA, but if someone tries to flirt with you, suddenly he’s kissing you like a starved man on the lockers. then walking away like nothing happened.
itoshi sae
THE HEARTTHROB VOCALIST WHO DOESN’T EVEN WANT TO BE IN A BAND.
the band literally formed because everyone kept begging him to sing.
he only joined after you offhandedly said “you’d look hot with a mic in your hand.”
now? he has fangirls throwing their bras onstage. you nearly throw a desk at them in response.
your relationship is this insane mix of “we’re better than everyone” and “i will fight for his life.”
sae waits for you after cheer practice leaning on his motorcycle like some YA bad boy, helmet in hand like, “get on, princesa.”
he’s annoyingly good at EVERYTHING – school, sports, music, looking hot, being emotionally unavailable.
but with you? he softens.
he lets you sit between his legs and apply eyeliner on him. and he’ll quietly say, “don’t smudge your mascara. you cried last time.”
rumors spread that you use him for status. he kisses you in the hallway just to shut everyone up. “as if anyone here is worth her time.”
he writes you songs where every lyric is cryptic except the chorus: “she’s mine.”
nagi seishiro
nagi didn’t even WANT to be in a band. reo forced him because he thought it would be cool. nagi just showed up one day with perfect vocals like “is this enough to go home now?”
you intimidate him so bad at first. he’ll literally drop his guitar if you walk into the room.
you pretend you don’t care for him, but you show up to every practice anyway, sitting on a speaker scrolling your phone. except every time he sings, your screen suspiciously goes dark.
he writes you songs titled things like “ugh too much work,” but the lyrics are secretly romantic.
you drag him by the chain on his belt when you want his attention. he goes red and mumbles “so needy…”
everytime you’re mean to him he falls more in love.
“why do you like me?”
“dunno… you’re comfy to look at.”
he puts his hoodie over your legs when you sit on cold bleachers then acts like he didn’t do anything.
confesses by handing you a cassette tape he made. you can hear him stuttering before the song starts – “um… this is… for you, i guess. don’t make it a big deal.” you made it the BIGGEST deal ever.
mikage reo
the SELF-PRODUCED BAND KID with a trust fund.
he bought the best equipment just so he and nagi could “look cool.”
wears leather jackets and expensive chains. absolutely living his rockstar fantasy at 17.
literally funds the entire band. “don’t worry guys i already rented the stage, designed the posters, ordered the merch, got us a manager–” reo PLEASE.
the school worships him. you act unimpressed. “money doesn’t make talent, babe.” but you get front-row seats and VIP backstage passes anyway.
he is a SIMP. a FULL SIMP.
he’ll dedicate every single show to you in front of everyone. “this one’s for my muse” and the stadium erupts while you blush and pretend to yawn.
you tell people he’s annoying. but the second he misses your call you’re pacing like did he die??? did someone steal him???
he writes you songs that sound like love letters dipped in gold. and you wear his band merch oversized as pajamas.
you two are the couple everyone looks at and goes “god i wish that were me.”
bachira meguru
he’s the chaotic drummer that everyone’s slightly scared of. the one who sticks his drumsticks in his hair and chews gum while performing like it’s part of the rhythm.
he calls you “my scary princess” and everyone thinks he’s joking, but he genuinely worships the ground you walk on.
his eyeliner is always a little smudged because he keeps rubbing his eyes whenever you smile. “pretty girl is hazardous…”
you pretend he’s a bother, but the second someone else flirts with him? demonic stare activated. “touch him again and you’ll lose your hands.”
bachira LOVES making you blush in public. “wanna come sit in my lap while i play?” and you’re like “meguru shut UP” while internally combusting.
he writes you songs titled things like “bite me,” but the lyrics are shockingly romantic.
you don’t let him cuddle you at school. so he absolutely tackles you with affection backstage instead. you act annoyed, but you never push him away.
shidou ryusei
the lead guitarist with a bite reputation. literally banned from the auditorium for crowd surfing during a school assembly.
his motto: “if she’s mean to everyone else, but melts for me? i win.”
he’s obsessed with the fact that YOU are the only one who tells him no. “ryusei, don’t you dare jump off that speaker–” jumps off the speaker.
you smack him on the head and he grins like it’s a kiss.
he calls you “queen of my heart, dictator of my life.” you act grossed out, but secretly you love the way he’ll fight ANYONE who badmouths you.
he wrote a punk-rock ballad called “i’ll burn the world for her.”
everyone thought it was a joke, but you saw a flash of sincerity in his eyes and went: oh gosh he actually would.
if a girl tries to flirt with him, he’ll throw his arm over your shoulders and go
“sorry, i only like the scary ones.”
you have a detention date almost weekly because he pulls you into trouble with him.
you’re angry until he kisses you. then you forget why you were angry.
karasu tabito
the bassist with BIG “i’m only here to flirt with your boyfriend” energy. except the boyfriend is YOU and he’s flirting with you aggressively.
he leans against walls like he’s in a music video and smirks at you for no reason.
“missed me?”
“we saw each other 5 minutes ago.”
“yeah, but that’s too long.”
everyone wonders how you put up with him. but the truth: you LOVE the attention.
he compliments you like it’s his religion.
if a rumor spreads about you, karasu shuts it down instantly. “say that again and i’ll make ya apologize with a guitar up yer–”
he dedicates bass solos to you then stares you dead in the eyes while playing
it’s a challenge, a confession, a warning to everyone around.
he likes when you boss him around.
“hold my bag.”
“anything for ya, babe.”
you’ll push him away when he tries to kiss you in the hallway. but later you’ll sneak into the music room to make out on the piano stool he sits on.
kaiser michael
the pretty-boy frontman who fully believes he’s god’s gift to earth. he lives for the spotlight and the spotlight lives for him.
his fanbase is insane and they HATE YOU because he chose you, which makes you smile every time.
he calls you “mein engel” just to show off the fact he’s bilingual. and you hate how it makes your knees weak.
he writes the most dramatic songs about you.
“she’s a goddess who ruined me”
“her heels crush my heart, but i thank her.”
you roast him constantly.
“get over yourself.”
“i would, but you keep looking at me like that.”
he kisses your hand in front of everyone. then whispers something filthy only you can hear (the duality of this man).
you pretend you don’t need him, but if he misses rehearsal, you’re pacing like a worried wife. and when he walks in, hair perfect as always, you scoff. “took you long enough.”
he smirks because he knows you were waiting for him.
ness alexis
the loyal keyboardist who is literally kaiser’s emotional support animal. and now… yours, too.
EVERYONE thinks you’re using him. but ness is fully aware of what he’s doing. he likes the fact that a terrifying queen like you chose him.
he looks soft but, he can be terrifying when it comes to you. someone shoves you in the hallway? ness steps in with the coldest stare. “apologize to her.”
he buys you tiny cute charms to clip on your bag. and you pretend you don’t care, but you coordinate your outfits to match.
ness writes instrumental love letters – soft piano melodies that sound like confessions he’s too shy to say out loud.
you catch him staring while he plays them. he looks away immediately, ears bright red.
you like messing with him because he blushes easily. “focus, honey. hands on the keys, not on me.” ness.exe has stopped functioning.
when kaiser teases the two of you, ness clings to your arm possessively
quiet, but claiming you with everything he has.
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. 𝄞𝄢 ݁ ˗ tw: vaginal penetration, gun play, fluff, praises, pet names: dove, pretty, love
. 𝄞𝄢 ݁ ˗ a/n: first ever smut, be kind, reader’s physic isn’t mentioned :3
moans resonated through the motel room, the scent of sex, sweat and perfume mixing together, giving a particularly good feeling for argus, her girlfriend’s sweet scent enveloping her nose.
“a-argus.. it’s- big..” you whimpered, as argus tried to push the revolver deeper. “i wanted to use my riffle on you next..” she simply had whined, her index on your clit while she tried to make you more comfortable, hoping to stretch you more. “a-argus!” you moaned as she unconsciously thrusted the gun deeper and harsher, while softly rubbing your clit. “ah.. sorry dove, i slipped..” she mumbled, kissing your inner thigh while she slowly started to move it.
“you’re taking it great pretty face, next time i’ll take a longer time while fingering you, hm?”
“ngh.. argus- h-her-!” you whimpered while the revolver directly kissed your weak spot, increasing your wetness sharply. “you’re doing soo good pretty..” she kissed your thigh one more, suddenly quickening the object’s pace, while you clenched desperately at it, your walls tightening. “i can feel you close..” she murmured nibbling your thigh, turning the gun inside, giving her more friction while she whimpered pathetically.
“a-argus.. s’good..” she almost cried, while argus moved her girlfriend’s thighs on her shoulder, her gaze shifting between her sweet entrance and pathetic expression.
“yea.. so pretty, love..” without any warning the gun’s thrust became even more harsh and quick, argus letting a soft sigh as her gaze fixer her girlfriend’s entrance, the gun leaving her pussy leaking as she clenched around it harshly before making a mess on the bed, her lower lips and legs spasming against argus’s head.
“yeah.. so pretty like that, shit i need to taste it now.”
the intimacy of sleeping together, but not in a sexual way. the intimacy of feeling the warmth of their body in a cool room. their hands hugging you tightly. the intimacy of synchronized breathing. sleepy half-kisses. feeling safe. feeling warm. waking up and realizing how much you love them. how precious this is. finding the happiness on the tip of your fingers, brushing their hair. closing your eyes again. pulling closer. falling asleep.
shy reader x mydei and phainon (separate) where mydei’s all sweet and patient with reader but phainon teases her and purposefully embarrasses her in public (nothing bad, smth like suddenly picking her up and carrying her in public and she gets all shy and flustered)
shy times… feat mydei + phainon
just some sweet moments with their shy s/o. sfw. established relationship, no warnings! i think, this is pretty gender neutral.
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Mydei
he doesn't make fun of you that often, but definitely is more on the patient and sweet side. he doesn't pressure you to go outside of your comfort zone, but if you want to, great! he'll be right by your side.
nervous and don't want to talk to somone to let them know about something? no worries, he's on it. he may huff and act like it's a big problem, but he does enjoy helping you.
he'll be your biggest (literally) and silent supporter. but he never pressures. he doesn't go out of his way to embarrass you (unlike probably Phainon cough), but he may occasionally fluster you and not realize.
when you're out in public together, you're holding hands and he does most of the talking. unless you want to, then by all means, go ahead. he intently listens and joins in on any conversation you have. he'll be by your side throughout everything.
and what more could you ask for?
Phainon
he definitely takes pride in being the person who makes you shy or flustered the most. he can't help it! but the second you express dicomfort, he stops immediately, no questions asked. you're not allowed to feel bad about it either! he takes no offense, and he's respectful… for the most part.
he doesn't pressure you out of your comfort zone either. but if you want to branch out and try being more ougoing? he's your biggest cheerleader and will be there every step of the way. he's proud of you for trying.
but if you're still too shy and flustered to talk? no worries, he's got whatever you need handled and under control.
out in public, he's a menace. he'll pick you up and carry you places just to see how shy and flustered you get. but he means well… mostly! if you tell him to stop and put you down, he does! but he teases you a bit. but it's all in good fun, for the most part!
he's the best of both worlds, being supportive but also a little chaotic. what more could you want in a nice guy?
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