He's fucking obnoxious. He drives one of those big ass jeeps in a bright red or electric blue with tons of stickers, windows always down even if it's raining and some shitty music playing loud. He will pick you up at work like that.
He's an artist so your house is full of canvas, watercolors, brushes... He keeps them tidy, tho, all stored in cups or in the cabinets. The paintings are hanged in the wall.
He has you as his phone wallaper, in his wallet, he has one of these necklaces that opens with one photo of you and other of his (so when it's closed they are kissing), his profile pictures are with you and he wanted to get your name tattooed on his left tit but you didn't let him.
He shares his jewels with you, leaving the earrings he knows it's your favorite before leaving for work. Or adjusting some of his rings so they fit your fingers.
Because, he's also huge. 1,90 meters tall, broad, huge arms, huge back, muscles marking everyone. He's a fucking monster. He can carry you everywhere without you having opportunity to fight.
When you get mad, he picks you up from your middle, making you rest in his shoulder and goes on a little walk around your house.
You also have scary dog privilege. No one has the guts to get close to you when Tengen has a hand wrapped around your waist. Or resting in your head, it depends.
He compliments you a lot. When you wake up, he's telling you how gorgeous your natural beauty is. For a date night, he's on his knees, hugging your waist saying how devoted he is to you. So dramatic.
Talking about dates, he loves a date in the nature. Going for a picnic is his go to activity. Maybe a farmer's market. There was one time you two went beekeeping.
He gives the best hugs, always lifting you so he can be face to face to you, pampering your face with tiny kisses just to make you giggle.
He loves your laugh!!! Probably everything he does is to get you to laugh, giggle or just smirk.
Although he's loud, he never raises your voice at you when fighting. He understand that his personality can be tiring for some people, and you are the one who has to see him all the time. So when you get frustrated over things, he gets quieter, letting you breathe and listen to you thoughts.
Reader is fem. Everything else is ambiguous! One Shot
This piece is SFW, anyone is free to interact.
SUMMARY: Reader is a stereotypical popular girl, cheer captain, and adored by practically everyone. However, she's got a big fat massive crush on the only guy who seems to be uninteresed in her, Kenma Kozume.
Maybe I'll write Kenma's POV if this gets enough likes
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"Seriously? The volleyball team's setter?" Your friend, Haru, raised an eyebrow, a snicker leaving her lips, "You've gotta be kidding! Isn't he, like, a massive loser?" She questioned, disbelief practically littered in every word she threw. She sat up on your bed, her legs crossed, arms hugging a pillow while she waited for an answer.
"No! He's so cute and – Oh my god, it's so hot when he's playing... " You sigh, laying on your stomach, elbows digging into the mattress while your hands held your head up. You kick your feet in the air at the mere thought of the setter, "How on Earth am I supposed to get his attention? It's like he sees right through me! " You basically squeal in frustration.
Being popular is great and all, but everyone is just so obsessed with your every move and since you were basically THE girl, it was so easy for people to get wrapped up in your business. Even your dating experience!
It doesn't help that the boy who's got your heart in his hands is the one and only Kenma Kozume. He was quiet, and when he wasn't he was softspoken, he didn't bother with people — instead, he was constantly wrapped up in video games. Even sneaking off during lunch just to play them. People just don't bother him as much because of his performance in the volleyball team.
To you, Kenma was the cutest boy on the planet. In class, you find your eyes gazing onto his lean silhoutte, his pudding coloured hair, and his cat-like features. However, no matter how close you were to him and how many times you tried to indirectly grab his attention, it was like he barely even acknowledged your existence.
Despite it, you were completely determined.
Although, maybe this was all a fantasy that could never happen. He wasn't interested in you – but maybe. Just maybe, you could win his heart.
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At school, you couldn't keep your eyes off of him. Wherever he was, you would slyly follow – unfortunately, there were many who tried to do the same with you. When a guy tried asking you out, you looked straight past him, giving him half-assed answers while you admired Kenma.
It was getting harder to hide, really. Your group managed to pick up on it, and surprisingly, they didn't care as much as you thought they would. If anything, they were glad you finally started liking someone. They still think he's a little weird, though.
What was a bit annoying was how they'd relentlessly tease you for your apprehension whenever they mentioned you making a move. You weren't used to being ignored, especially when boys basically hand you things on a silver spoon for just existing.
"Y/N, just talk to him! I promise you, there's gonna be no way in hell you'll be ignored." All of your friends agreed with Haru, her statements being echoed. Their affirmations did end up encouraging you, which earnt a collective sigh of relief. Hearing you ramble about Kenma was almost as tiring as cheer practice.
"Can we go to his game next week, pleeaase? " You pleaded at the lunch table, clasping your hands together, "We can use the excuse of... Uh. Cheering for them! Yeah! "
"We have to be there to do that anyway, remember? "
"Oh. Yeah."
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Before his game, you kept trying to get his attention. You managed to gather up the courage to talk to him in class... However, your attempts were in vain, considering how condescenion practically dripped from every word that came from you. Which would result in. Well.
"And then I said that he was surprisingly fit for someone like him! " You cried in embarrassment , "Like, WHO SAYS THAT?! I'M SO STUPID. "
Attempt two went a lot better than the first. You chose your words carefully, and gave him a bunch of sweets. Which made him utter more than 5 words your way. God, he sounded so angelic, his voice was basically like an orchestral melody to you.
"You know, I thought you'd be meaner. " He stated, eyes glued to his switch, "Thanks for the sweets, L/N. "
You say goodbye quickly since your heart was practically about to rip through your chest at the rate it was beating.
Later on, you overhear a small snippet of a conversation he was having with Kuroo.
"How are you so normal with L/N?! Deadass if I were you I'd die on the spot just by having her look at me! " Kuroo was rambling with disbelief, as if Kenma had committed a sin, "She definitely has a thing for you. "
" There's no way she's just doing it cause she likes me." Kenma responds, his tone hushed – almost ashamed, "I wish she did, though. "
"Me too. You don't have any game at all. It physically hurt when I saw you fumble the girl you've liked since freshman year. "
... Oh.
You froze in place, he liked you for years and you never noticed. You've been admiring him this entire year and you never noticed. The moment you snap back to reality, you run back to your friends and share the news.
"HE LIKES ME. HE'S LIKED ME SINCE FRESHMAN YEAR. " You declare, jumping with glee, while your friends basically screamed with excitement with you.
"We told you he'd liked you and you didn't listen!"
"I'm so telling him after his game. Should I get him something? Like... A new PS5? I'm getting it for him. "
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The day finally came. It was a game between Nekoma and some other team that you couldn't remember the name of. You were at the front of the bleachers with your squad, dressed in the cheer uniform that your school had newly altered. The logo of Nekoma High plastered in the center of the red shell.
It was evident that you had been glued onto Kenma, and maybe you were reading into it, but it seemed like he was playing better than usual. He was on court for way more time, his sets were unusually accurate as usual and the way his carried himself just seemed so different from the previous game. At one point, you had your squad cheer his name out when he smugly dumped the ball on the other team.
In the end, they won 4 sets to 1. Which was nothing out of the ordinary for Nekoma.
"You guys can head along. " You tell your squad, "I need to go to Kenma. " You say, grabbing the giftbag you had brought with you, along with another bag with even more trinkets in it.
"Goodluck, Y/N! We know you've got this! " Your team cheered you on, giving you a few celebratory and encouraging words before you go to ease out your nervousness.
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You waited outside the stadium, the cool air biting against your skin. The sky was painted with a beautiful blue fading into a pink while the sun slowly set in the distance. The clouds were airbrushed in, while the sound of birds singing were carried by the breeze. You place the bags down carefully while you waited by the exit.
A few minutes had passed and you hear the chatter and steps of the team slowly approaching. When they all come out, your eyes flitter between all the members before you spot Kenma, who had Kuroo's arm slung around his shoulders, ruffling his hair with his other hand. Kenma had an adorable frustrated expression plastered on his face, telling Kuroo to quit it.
"Kenma! " You call out his name, waving your arm, "I need to talk to you! "
All the boys basically stop in their tracks when they see you, and a few teasing voices and words emit from each one of them, especially Kuroo and Lev. Kenma looked around for a moment, pointing at himself with a confused look. You nod in response, and all of his teammates basically usher him over to you since he seemed too apprehensive to go by himself.
When you two are left with eachother's company, you can feel the eyes of the others locked onto the two of you, which gave another sense of awkwardness layered onto the mutual nervousness you and Kenma felt.
"So... Uhm.." The colour of red spreads across your face, while you bring up both bags, handing it to him before you continue the rest of your jittery and unplanned speech. Kenma took them with astonishment, his mouth opening and closing as if he was about to say something but he couldn't seem to get the words out.
"I just wanted to say congratulations! " You start, fidgeting with your necklace, "andthatIreallyreallylikeyou. Okay bye!" You abruptly kiss him on cheek before running away immediately. Kenma stands there, frozen, while all the guys yelled at him to chase after you.
Which he did.
Before you got too far, he called out your name which made your frantic attempt to run away come to a halt. You turn your head, just to see him a few steps away, hands on his knees, huffing and puffing, trying to catch his breath. You giggle, deciding not to make life harder for him, you walk toward him.
You give him a second to collect himself, and when he stands up straight, he grabs your hands, looking into your eyes.
"I like you too, Y/N. So so much, ever since our first year. I never thought you'd like me, so I never tried to talk to you – I'm sorry. "
"What are you sorry for, Kozume? Just knowing you like me back is like, more than enough. " You pull your hand back from him, moving it to caress the side of his face, "I'm sorry I never noticed. "
You grab onto the collar of his volleyball uniform, pulling him into a kiss. He's caught completely offguard, but before you knew it, he melted into the kiss, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer.
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"Yo, what the fuck?! She got him an entire PS5 and– " Kuroo exclaimed, rummaging through the bags.
"Leave his stuff alone, nosy bitch. " Yaku cut him off, practically dragging him away from the bags.
my requests are closed & I will probably remove mads out of the list of requests because I fear that was a huge phase and with me not in it anymore it’s difficult to write the requests that I’ve gotten by him!
I will be doing them but not now and they WILL take more effort to finish. my apologies.
🌀 you have complete control over your superpowers. your powers never misfire, short-circuit, or accidentally hurt innocent people.
🌀 you are a master of combat. your body naturally knows how to dodge, counter, and strike.
🌀 using your powers and sprinting never strains your body or drains your energy.
🌀 you can defeat villains without accidentally destroying buildings or landmarks unless it is absolutely unavoidable.
🌀 your superhero costume is comfortable, breathable, and perfectly tailored to your body. it never rips or restricts your movement, and it automatically repairs itself if damaged.
🌀 your secret identity is completely bulletproof. even if your mask falls off or a camera catches your face, people naturally fail to connect the dots between your superhero persona and your civilian life.
🌀 simple disguises (like a change of clothes or glasses) are completely effective at keeping you hidden!
🌀 your costume never gets caught on objects, tripped over, or tangled.
🌀 public and the media view you as a symbol of hope (or something else you desire). you are highly respected, and your reputation is immune to smear campaigns.
🌀 you are immune to permanent trauma, loss of limbs, or death. if you are captured by a villain, you are always guaranteed to find a way out.
🌀 you can manage your double identities perfectly without having an identity crisis or mental health problems related to it.
🌀 you can actually carry the weight of being a superhero.
summary: you do a lipstick transfer proof test on katara
word count: 0.6k
tags/content warnings: this can be ooc because i haven’t done my atla rewatch yet, wlw, is implied that reader is a waterbender but it’s open for interpretation, pure fluff, katara and reader are on their late 20s, intentional use of lower case, english is not my first language
notes: it’s been YEARS since i wrote a fanfiction and the new avatar leaks help get over my writer’s block so pls be kind and i’d love to hear your thoughts on this work!! also FUCK PARAMOUNT and we need more wlw fics!!
“honey? i’m home!”
katara smiled when she heard your voice. you’ve been together for almost two decades and sometimes it feels like you never left the honeymoon phase. you have been on her side since day one, before she ever imagined meeting aang and helping him on his water bending training and embark on a journey with him, sokka and you. during this time you shared tents, stories, laughs and whispered secrets together. katara couldn’t hide how much her heart beats for you and how she blushes like a teenage girl sometimes when you tease her.
after the hundred year war, aang invited katara to help him found republic city and you helped them build the education center for the community while finishing your healing training. now, you and katara have finally established a shared apartment in the city.
“in the bedroom!” katara yells and she hears your footsteps
“oh you will not believe what i found today!” you say while putting some bags on the floor “i was doing groceries but i saw the market fair and decided to take a look and i found some new makeup! this seller is visiting republic city, she’s from the earth kingdom and makes lipstick with these special rocks and she promised it will not transfer!” you pick three pots of different shades, a red, berry and a light pink.
one of the many things katara knew about you is how much you love makeup. she remembers how you asked suki if she could give some of her makeup to you and sometimes you help some of the new kyoshi warriors do their face paint. even though you work mainly with medicines and education, everyone can see how you put effort into your looks and how your eyes shine when you are helping suki and the warriors.
“that’s awesome, love. do you want me to take a towel for you to try on the lipstick?”
“actually, i have a better idea.” you look at her with a teasing smile
katara saw you picking the red lipstick pot and a fine paint, you went to the mirror that is on the side of your wardrobe and with caution and precision you put the vivid red on your glossy lips. you went again to her direction on your shared bed and sit on your lover’s lap.
if the waterbender’s face was not red before, it definitely is now.
you take katara’s face in your hands. “so…” you give a kiss on her left cheek. “...tell me…” another on her forehead. “...about…” another on the right cheek “...your…” another on the nose. “...day…” you give a final kiss on the corner of her mouth.
“uhh… my day went pretty well, i…” katara tried to speak but you continue to tease her kissing her face everywhere but her lips.
“honey, i asked you a question.” you keep lowering your kisses down to her neck.
she give a deep sigh. “i had a meeting with aang today. he asked me if i could help a group of kids with waterbending and i also had some paperwork to do.” katara was not able to say more than that. you know she gets sensible when you kiss her neck and she’s starting to get impatient that you haven’t reached her lips.
you nodded and lifted your head from her neck to look in her eyes. you hide a smile.
katara notices “what? is something wrong?”
“i forgot that the lady said to wait for five minutes for the lipstick to actually blend it.” you gave a teasing smile, clearly conscious about what you did.
katara widened her eyes and grabbed the small mirror that’s on top of her nightstand. she feels her face getting warmer. her face was covered with lipstick kisses everywhere. the woman took a good look at her partner, noticing how her lips were smudged with red lipstick.
“you knew really well what you’re doing, don't you?”
“what can i say?” you give one last kiss, but this time, directly on her lips. “i can’t help you look so pretty”
the next day, sokka asked why there’s a red smudge on her sisters’ neck.
A/n: Sokka losing his mind because one girl doesn't care who they are.
The circus smelled like hay, sugar, and something faintly dangerous, like singed fur and poor decisions. Lanterns glowed overhead, casting everything in warm gold, and the distant roar of a crowd rippled through the tents like a living thing. It was loud, chaotic, alive…exactly how you liked it.
And currently, you were elbow-deep in a bucket of fish, arguing with a turtle seal who thought rules were optional.
“No,” you said flatly, holding a fish just out of reach. “You do not get a third one. You are not starving. You are manipulative.”
The turtle seal blinked at you. Then, with all the audacity in the world, it made the saddest noise imaginable.
You narrowed your eyes. “Don’t start that.”
“Uh… excuse me?”
You didn’t even turn around. “Busy.”
They waited two seconds and then much louder, more offended. “Excuse me?!”
You sighed, tossed the fish into the bucket, wiped your hands on a towl tied at your belt loop and finally turned.
And immediately clocked… a group.Not just any group. A group group.
A bald airbender with bright gray eyes and the kind of open, curious expression that screamed too nice for his own good. A Water Tribe woman who looked like she could mother an army then take down said army. A very muscular woman who was absolutely judging everything with her arms crossed. A man in royal Fire Nation attire who carried himself like he’d spent years trying not to set things on fire. And another guy…
"We wanted to check out the sho-."
You interrupt him as you looked at him. "…and you are?”
He blinked. “I’m Sokka.”
You nodded slowly. “Okay.”
“…that’s it?”
“Do you want a sticker?”
The girl with the metal bracelets snorted.Sokka looked personally wounded.
The bald one stepped forward, smiling warmly. “Hi! I’m Aang—”
“....cool,” you cut in, already turning back to your animals.
There was a pause. A confused, almost offended pause.
Then Sokka’s voice exploded behind you because of course he does. “LADY?! HE’S THE AVATAR?! THIS IS THE FIRE LORD.” His thumb jerking to point at them.
You didn’t even flinch. You reached down, grabbed your turtle seal under the belly, and lifted him to his side with practiced ease, turning slightly so they could see him.
“And this,” you said, deadpan, “is a turtle seal.”
The turtle seal made a happy noise.
You set him down, then immediately scooped up your fire ferret, who wriggled in your grip like a noodle with opinions.
“And this is a fire ferret… look at it.” You held him up, squinting at him like you were personally offended by his existence. “It’s like a long rat.”
The ferret chirped.
You grabbed one of his little paws and stretched it gently toward them.
“Look at his feet. All the worst people own one of these bad boys.” You tilted your head, offering him forward slightly. “Wanna pet him? He bites.”
Zuko, the actual Fire Lord who had faced war, politics, and his own inner demons… leaned back.
“…I’m good.”
Toph was already stepping forward. “Oh, I like her.”
“Do not encourage her,” Katara whispered.
Aang, meanwhile, was staring not at the ferret, not at the turtle seal but at you.There was a strange tilt to his head, like he was trying to solve a puzzle.
“You work with all of them?” he asked, softer now.
You shrugged. “Train them. Feed them. Clean up after them. Stop them from eating each other. Same as any family.”
That made something flicker in his expression.
“You don’t… care who we are?” he asked, his chest felt light.
You finally looked at him properly.
Not the tattoos. Not the robes. Not the weight everyone else seemed to place on his shoulders.
Just him.
A guy.
A little too curious. A little too bright. A little too open.
You hummed.
“I care if you scare my animals,” you said simply. “You don’t. So… you’re fine.”
Sokka looked like he might combust.Katara blinked.Zuko looked faintly like he wanted to laugh but didn’t trust himself to try, Toph grinned like she’d just found her favorite person.And Aang, Aang just smiled.
Not the polite, practiced one. Not the “I’m the Avatar and I should be kind” smile.
A real one.
“You’re… different,” he said.
“Yeah,” you replied, already turning back to your bucket to toss the Turtle seal a fish. “I get that a lot.”
Behind him, the tall one….Sokka, if the muttering was anything to go by dragged a hand down his face. “This is insane. This is actually insane. You don’t even care who we are.”
“Nope.”
“That’s the Avatar!”
“Mhm.”
“That’s the Fire Lord!” he snapped, pointing dramatically at the scarred man.
You glanced at him again. “Good for him.”
The Fire Lord…Zuko, made a strangled noise.
“And I,” Sokka continued, gesturing to himself, “am—”
You stared at him.
“…important,” he finished weakly.
You blinked. “Okay.”
Toph snorted so hard she nearly doubled over.Katara covered her mouth, trying and failing not to laugh.
Meanwhile, Aang was still holding the fire ferret like it was the greatest treasure he’d ever been given, completely enchanted despite the occasional bite. “These are amazing,” he said, voice soft with genuine wonder. “You train all of them?”
“All of them,” you confirmed, already turning back to your work. “Feed them, clean them, train them, deal with their moods, their tantrums, their weird little habits—”
“That sounds like Appa,” Aang said immediately, brightening.
You paused, then tilted your head. “…what’s an Appa?”
“A sky bison,” Aang said. "….My Sky Bison."
You slowly turned back around, your eyes narrowed.
“You’re telling me,” you said carefully, “you have a flying animal… and you didn’t lead with that?”
Aang grinned, and just like that, for the first time since they walked in you looked interested.
“Where is it?”
Sokka groaned. “Oh no.”
Zuko pinched the bridge of his nose.
Toph grinned like chaos itself had just found a new best friend.
And Aang….Aang looked like he’d just won something far more important than any title he’d ever held.
Because you didn’t care about the Avatar.But you did care about animals.And for him? That was more than enough.
──★🌊 Zuko and his sweet lover after being resurrected.
જ⁀➴ Zuko coming back to greeted by his lover.
“Zuko!” You yelled panicked as his eyes slightly blinked open, you’re standing next to Katara as she removes her hand from his chest.
“Wha—?” He softly says as he sits up from the water and the blue hues of the water are hitting his face in all the right places as he looks at you, you as you wrap your arms around him and pulled him close.
“Oh thank Katara, you’re okay!” You said as he placed a hand on yours, slightly titling his head to the side as he sighed into your embrace, “sorry, to worry you,” he apologizes softly as you pampered his face with kisses.
You pulled back to cup his face, “no, it’s okay. You’re alive and that’s all I care about honestly,” you shook your head.
“Okay, you two. There’s others that need to be saved,” Katara cut the two of you off, “sorry,” you said standing up.
WE SHIDOULINGS DESPERATELY NEED A ONESHOT WHERE SHIDOU LIKES READER AND READER IS GEN HIS 2.0 AGAJSHWIWHWJWHJQJ anyways yes ty ily
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₊⊹⁀➴ in which... shidou meets his own duplicate!
cw! nooothinggg just shidou type of jokes ykyk
Everyone knows SHIDOU RYUSEI is a problem.
On the field? A menace. Off the field? Worse. Way worse.
So when he starts paying attention to you—people feel bad. “Good luck,” someone mutters under their breath. “Yeah… you’re gonna need it.” You just blink. “…Why?”
The answer comes fast. Too fast. “Yo.” You turn your head—and there he is. Blonde spiky hair, with pink tips. Sharp grin. Eyes that look like he’s constantly five seconds away from causing chaos.
“…Hi?” you say cautiously. He leans in way too close. “Damn,” he hums, looking you up and down without shame. “You always look this good, or am I just lucky today?” You tilt your head slightly. Then smile. “Why?” you reply sweetly. “You getting distracted already?”
There’s a pause. A beat. And then—His grin widens. Dangerously.
“Ohhh,” he laughs, low and delighted. “You talk back.” “Only when it’s worth it.” “Yeah?” he steps closer, clearly entertained now. “And I’m worth it?” You lean in just a little too. “Depends,” you murmur. “You gonna prove it?” Silence. Someone in the background chokes.
Because this—This is not how it usually goes. Usually people get flustered. Avoid him. Run away. Not… this. Not you.
And Shidou? Oh, he’s hooked.
From that day on—He doesn’t leave you alone. At all. “Miss me?” he grins, dropping beside you like he owns the place.
“You were gone for five minutes,” you reply, not even looking up from your phone. “Longest five minutes of my life.” “Sounds like a skill issue.” “Damn,” he laughs. “Cold.” “You’ll live.” “Not without you.”
You finally glance at him. “…You say that to everyone?” “Nah,” he leans closer, voice dropping just enough to make it interesting. “Only the ones I like.” You raise an eyebrow. “…So I’m special?” He smirks. “You’re starting to be.”
It escalates. Fast. Because neither of you backs down. “C’mere,” Shidou calls one day, patting his lap like it’s the most normal thing in the world. You glance at him. Then—without hesitation— you walk over and sit. The entire room goes SILENT. “…You’re insane,” someone whispers.
Shidou freezes for half a second. Then laughs, hands automatically settling on your waist. “See?” you shrug casually. “Not that hard.” “…You’re dangerous,” he mutters, eyes glinting. “Takes one to know one.” “Yeah?” “Yeah.” His grip tightens just a little. “…I like you.” You hum. “I figured.” “That’s it?” “What, you want a confession back?” “…Kinda.”
You lean in, just enough for your breath to brush his ear. “Earn it, demon.” (hetwitchedatthatbtw)
He goes feral after that. Not even joking. “You're mine, right?” he asks one day out of nowhere. You don’t even look up. “Depends.” “On what?” “How convincing you are.” He grins. “Oh, I can be real convincing.” “Talk is cheap.” “Then watch.”
But here’s the thing. Somewhere along the way—it stops being just flirting. Because Shidou starts noticing things. Like how you always wait for him after practice. How you laugh at his dumbest jokes. How you never seem scared of him. Not even a little. And that? That messes with him.
In a good way. A dangerous way.
One evening, it’s quieter than usual. Just the two of you. No audience. No reactions. No one watching. “Hey,” he says. You glance at him. “…Yeah?” “…You’re not just messing around, right?”
That—throws you off a little. “…What do you mean?” He looks at you, properly this time. No teasing. No grin. Just… him. “With me,” he says. “This whole thing. You’re not just playing along?”
You step closer. Close enough to see the shift in his expression. “…What if I am?” you ask softly. His jaw tightens. “…Then I’d still like you,” he admits. “But I’d hate it.” That makes your heart do something weird. “…Good thing I’m not,” you say.
He blinks. “…Yeah?” You nod. Then, without breaking eye contact—“Why do you think I match you like this?” He laughs. Not loud, nor chaotic. Just… real. “Damn,” breathes, stepping closer. “You’re actually serious.” “Shocking, right?” “Yeah,” he grins again—but it’s softer now. “Thought I was the only one crazy enough.”
You smirk. “Guess not.” There’s a pause. Then—“…C’mere.” You don’t hesitate this time. Not even a little. He pulls you in, hands firm on your waist, forehead nearly bumping yours. “…So what now?” you ask quietly. His grin turns sharp again. “Oh, now?” he murmurs. “…Now I don’t gotta hold back.” Your heart spikes. “Who said you were holding back?” “Me.” “Oh?” “Yeah.”
He leans in, voice dropping—“‘Cause if I wasn’t…” His lips brush just barely against yours. “…you’d already be mine.” Your breath catches. And instead of backing away—you grab his collar and pull him the rest of the way in. “Then stop talking,” you murmur.
And that’s all the permission he needs.
Somewhere in the distance—someone groans. “Great. There’s two of them now.”
₊⊹⁀➴ aika's lil' side note!! THANKYA SM FOR REQUESTINGGG i love this req sm brooo and hell yes ill always feed the shidoulings LOVEYOUUU
