. đđ˘ Ý Ë a/n: i love law đđ 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 wasnât 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 canât die.
i canât die.
i canât die.
he had thought again and again.
â
when law woke up tonight, if he could even call it a ânightâ when the clock was showing 3 a.m., his breath irregular, almost hyperventilating if he wasnât 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 wouldnât 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 didnât 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.
âlaw?â you murmured softly, voice barely audible, before slowly acknowledging your surroundings.
he was sitting stiff next to you, throat tight. he didnât trust his voice enough to answer, his tears at the bridge of falling.
shit. not now. not in front of you.
âhey, law? baby? whatâs wrong?â 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. thatâs 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 didnât he was holding at the soft touch.
âmy love, are you okay?â your voice echoed through his ears. itâs 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 youâd back up for who knows why.
âa dream.â he mumbled, biting his lips. âa bad one.â he could simply mutter, not trusting his voice yet. he didnât want to cry, not in front of you. he didnât want to seem weak.
âyouâre all tensed up, your shoulders are rigid and your voice is more.. wary.â you had said, ah. you are so observant, for someone stupidly reckless.
a pause. he couldnât talk yet. just a bit, please donât push it, donât push him, pleaseâ
âlaw.. are you refraining yourself from crying..?â 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.
âthere is something youâre not telling mee..â 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 wasnât crying.
he could feel your lips on his head, almost bitting his scalp lovingly. you didnât 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 donât 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.
âlaw, could you please.. explain to me the reasons to this? im really concerned. i.. i never saw you like that so..-â
he chuckled faintly, his lips on your collarbones, not quite kissing, but there.
âyou are concerned?â 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.
âim.. im sorry baby. i.. had a dream when i was.. with the other bastard in my childhood.â he didnât dare to say his name out loud, but you know. you know him.
you nodded, your embrace as tight as his was.
âhow.. how was it back then?â you finally dared to ask, your tone slightly unsure.
âbad. trash. shitty.â he mumbled, paused. âbeing dependent of a selfish piece of shit wasnât really easy, being around people as bad as him, all of them being his lapdogs..â
he had continued, not mentioning cora yet,-
âhey.. law.â you murmured, voice adorably smooth.
âmh. yes?â he murmured back, letting himself get lost in your comforting gaze.
. đđ˘ Ý Ë following: trafalgar law x fem!reader
. đđ˘ Ý Ë contain: fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), praising, pet names (doll, pretty)
. đđ˘ Ý Ë 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.
âalready? i barely touched your sensitive nerves.â he murmurs. âyou get wet so quickly.. good.â 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.
âsensitive?â he murmurs again, taking a quick lick at your bundle of nerves. âor just enjoying it? are you doll?â 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 didnât 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.
. đđ˘ Ý Ë best friend yuji who comfort reader after she got ghosted by her crush one weak before valentineâs 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 valentineâs day.
bsf!yuji whoâd try to take you out everyday in hope of reliving the constant sadness enveloping you.
bsf!yuji whoâs 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 canât help but be relieved youâre single. he doesnât want you to be anyoneâs 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. âyouâre the sweetest girl he could have, he definitely didnât deserve youâ, âyour soft heart doesnât deserve to mourn about someone like himâ, âi promise you, you will find someone whoâll be very gentle with your heartâ.
bsf!yuji whoâs literally the sweetest. heâll 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, heâll gladly be your bandage if it means ending up with you.
bsf!yuji who compliments you times to times, things that your past crush didnât do even once. while yuji compliments your hair, your mesmerizing smile when youâre happy, your pretty eyes while youâre 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 itâs more of a habit than a hobby.
thereâs 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 heâs listening to. he probably doesnât notice that little action and itâs endearing. like heâs 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 doesnât immediately look away like you frantically do.
thereâs 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. youâre not sure how much time passes before heâs 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 canât afford to miss the opportunity, even if it meant heâd 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 didnât 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. itâs so intricate and beautiful, you canât 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 âthanks for the inspiration, prettyâ.
just thinking about nagumo whispering maths equations to his reader while fucking, his thrust depending on the answers he gets. bad answer? heâs 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
heâs 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 theyâre actually so good).Â
everyone knows isagi yoichi as that awkward kid with a guitar who gets nosebleeds when he plays too hard.Â
heâs so embarrassingly down bad for you like⌠heâll trip over a drum set just because you said âhey.âÂ
the school is convinced you keep him around as a charity case or ironic accessory.Â
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.Â
he writes you lyrics like âiâd let you destroy me if it means youâll stayâ and youâre like âew thatâs so cheesyâ while violently screenshotting it.Â
you always act like youâre doing him a favor by letting him walk you to class. âyeah fine whatever yoichi, if you get lost just follow the path of people staring.âÂ
he once gave you his favorite guitar pick and you were all âwhat am i supposed to do with this?â then put it in the purse you carry everywhere.Â
you get jealous when girls go to their shows and scream his name, but you refuse to admit it. âwhy are they screaming? heâs literally sweaty and gross.â meanwhile your lockscreen is sweaty âgrossâ isagi.Â
he writes a whole song just to confess that he loves you and performs it at the school talent show.Â
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.Â
itoshi rin
he plays bass because he hates attention even though heâs insanely good, but the irony is everyone is obsessed with him anyway.Â
bro shows up to school with chipped black nail polish and headphones on at all times.Â
everyone thinks heâs brooding, but heâs actually just listening to one song on repeat: your voice memos from last week.Â
you two are the power couple NOBODY understands. youâre cold and terrifying, rin is colder and even scarier. together? unstoppable.Â
your friends are like âwhy him?â and you just shrug.Â
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.Â
he lets you wear his rings and when people stare too long at you, heâll wrap an arm around your waist, jaw clenching. âlook somewhere else.â YES SIRRR.Â
his love language is âi wrote a song, but iâll never show it to you,â except one day you find a notebook full of lyrics about how scared he is of losing you.Â
you confront him and he gets all flustered and defensive. âtheyâre trash, shut up.âÂ
you grin, kiss his cheek, and go âyouâre cute when youâre insecureâ and heâs like âdelete your mouth.âÂ
he pretends he doesnât like PDA, but if someone tries to flirt with you, suddenly heâs kissing you like a starved man on the lockers. then walking away like nothing happened.Â
itoshi sae
THE HEARTTHROB VOCALIST WHO DOESNâT EVEN WANT TO BE IN A BAND.Â
the band literally formed because everyone kept begging him to sing.Â
he only joined after you offhandedly said âyouâd look hot with a mic in your hand.âÂ
now? he has fangirls throwing their bras onstage. you nearly throw a desk at them in response.Â
your relationship is this insane mix of âweâre better than everyoneâ and âi will fight for his life.âÂ
sae waits for you after cheer practice leaning on his motorcycle like some YA bad boy, helmet in hand like, âget on, princesa.âÂ
heâs annoyingly good at EVERYTHING â school, sports, music, looking hot, being emotionally unavailable.Â
but with you? he softens.Â
he lets you sit between his legs and apply eyeliner on him. and heâll quietly say, âdonât smudge your mascara. you cried last time.âÂ
rumors spread that you use him for status. he kisses you in the hallway just to shut everyone up. âas if anyone here is worth her time.âÂ
he writes you songs where every lyric is cryptic except the chorus: âsheâs mine.âÂ
nagi seishiro
nagi didnât 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 âis this enough to go home now?âÂ
you intimidate him so bad at first. heâll literally drop his guitar if you walk into the room.Â
you pretend you donât 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.Â
he writes you songs titled things like âugh too much work,â but the lyrics are secretly romantic.Â
you drag him by the chain on his belt when you want his attention. he goes red and mumbles âso needyâŚâÂ
everytime youâre mean to him he falls more in love.
âwhy do you like me?â
âdunno⌠youâre comfy to look at.âÂ
he puts his hoodie over your legs when you sit on cold bleachers then acts like he didnât do anything.Â
confesses by handing you a cassette tape he made. you can hear him stuttering before the song starts â âum⌠this is⌠for you, i guess. donât make it a big deal.â you made it the BIGGEST deal ever.Â
mikage reo
the SELF-PRODUCED BAND KID with a trust fund.Â
he bought the best equipment just so he and nagi could âlook cool.âÂ
wears leather jackets and expensive chains. absolutely living his rockstar fantasy at 17.Â
literally funds the entire band. âdonât worry guys i already rented the stage, designed the posters, ordered the merch, got us a managerââ reo PLEASE.Â
the school worships him. you act unimpressed. âmoney doesnât make talent, babe.â but you get front-row seats and VIP backstage passes anyway.Â
he is a SIMP. a FULL SIMP.Â
heâll dedicate every single show to you in front of everyone. âthis oneâs for my museâ and the stadium erupts while you blush and pretend to yawn.Â
you tell people heâs annoying. but the second he misses your call youâre pacing like did he die??? did someone steal him???Â
he writes you songs that sound like love letters dipped in gold. and you wear his band merch oversized as pajamas.Â
you two are the couple everyone looks at and goes âgod i wish that were me.âÂ
bachira meguru
heâs the chaotic drummer that everyoneâs slightly scared of. the one who sticks his drumsticks in his hair and chews gum while performing like itâs part of the rhythm.Â
he calls you âmy scary princessâ and everyone thinks heâs joking, but he genuinely worships the ground you walk on.Â
his eyeliner is always a little smudged because he keeps rubbing his eyes whenever you smile. âpretty girl is hazardousâŚâÂ
you pretend heâs a bother, but the second someone else flirts with him? demonic stare activated. âtouch him again and youâll lose your hands.âÂ
bachira LOVES making you blush in public. âwanna come sit in my lap while i play?â and youâre like âmeguru shut UPâ while internally combusting.Â
he writes you songs titled things like âbite me,â but the lyrics are shockingly romantic.Â
you donât let him cuddle you at school. so he absolutely tackles you with affection backstage instead. you act annoyed, but you never push him away.Â
shidou ryusei
the lead guitarist with a bite reputation. literally banned from the auditorium for crowd surfing during a school assembly.Â
his motto: âif sheâs mean to everyone else, but melts for me? i win.âÂ
heâs obsessed with the fact that YOU are the only one who tells him no. âryusei, donât you dare jump off that speakerââ jumps off the speaker.Â
you smack him on the head and he grins like itâs a kiss.Â
he calls you âqueen of my heart, dictator of my life.â you act grossed out, but secretly you love the way heâll fight ANYONE who badmouths you.Â
he wrote a punk-rock ballad called âiâll burn the world for her.âÂ
everyone thought it was a joke, but you saw a flash of sincerity in his eyes and went: oh gosh he actually would.Â
if a girl tries to flirt with him, heâll throw his arm over your shoulders and go
âsorry, i only like the scary ones.âÂ
you have a detention date almost weekly because he pulls you into trouble with him.Â
youâre angry until he kisses you. then you forget why you were angry.Â
karasu tabito
the bassist with BIG âiâm only here to flirt with your boyfriendâ energy. except the boyfriend is YOU and heâs flirting with you aggressively.Â
he leans against walls like heâs in a music video and smirks at you for no reason.
âmissed me?â
âwe saw each other 5 minutes ago.â
âyeah, but thatâs too long.âÂ
everyone wonders how you put up with him. but the truth: you LOVE the attention.Â
he compliments you like itâs his religion.Â
if a rumor spreads about you, karasu shuts it down instantly. âsay that again and iâll make ya apologize with a guitar up yerââÂ
he dedicates bass solos to you then stares you dead in the eyes while playing
itâs a challenge, a confession, a warning to everyone around.Â
he likes when you boss him around.
âhold my bag.â
âanything for ya, babe.âÂ
youâll push him away when he tries to kiss you in the hallway. but later youâll sneak into the music room to make out on the piano stool he sits on.Â
kaiser michael
the pretty-boy frontman who fully believes heâs godâs gift to earth. he lives for the spotlight and the spotlight lives for him.Â
his fanbase is insane and they HATE YOU because he chose you, which makes you smile every time.Â
he calls you âmein engelâ just to show off the fact heâs bilingual. and you hate how it makes your knees weak.Â
he writes the most dramatic songs about you.
âsheâs a goddess who ruined meâ
âher heels crush my heart, but i thank her.âÂ
you roast him constantly.
âget over yourself.â
âi would, but you keep looking at me like that.âÂ
he kisses your hand in front of everyone. then whispers something filthy only you can hear (the duality of this man).Â
you pretend you donât need him, but if he misses rehearsal, youâre pacing like a worried wife. and when he walks in, hair perfect as always, you scoff. âtook you long enough.âÂ
he smirks because he knows you were waiting for him.Â
ness alexis
the loyal keyboardist who is literally kaiserâs emotional support animal. and now⌠yours, too.Â
EVERYONE thinks youâre using him. but ness is fully aware of what heâs doing. he likes the fact that a terrifying queen like you chose him.Â
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. âapologize to her.âÂ
he buys you tiny cute charms to clip on your bag. and you pretend you donât care, but you coordinate your outfits to match.Â
ness writes instrumental love letters â soft piano melodies that sound like confessions heâs too shy to say out loud.Â
you catch him staring while he plays them. he looks away immediately, ears bright red.Â
you like messing with him because he blushes easily. âfocus, honey. hands on the keys, not on me.â ness.exe has stopped functioning.Â
when kaiser teases the two of you, ness clings to your arm possessively
quiet, but claiming you with everything he has.Â
. đđ˘ Ý Ë tw: vaginal penetration, gun play, fluff, praises, pet names: dove, pretty, love
. đđ˘ Ý Ë a/n: first ever smut, be kind, readerâs physic isnât 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 girlfriendâs sweet scent enveloping her nose.
âa-argus.. itâs- big..â you whimpered, as argus tried to push the revolver deeper. âi wanted to use my riffle on you next..â she simply had whined, her index on your clit while she tried to make you more comfortable, hoping to stretch you more. âa-argus!â you moaned as she unconsciously thrusted the gun deeper and harsher, while softly rubbing your clit. âah.. sorry dove, i slipped..â she mumbled, kissing your inner thigh while she slowly started to move it.
âyouâre taking it great pretty face, next time iâll take a longer time while fingering you, hm?â
ângh.. argus- h-her-!â you whimpered while the revolver directly kissed your weak spot, increasing your wetness sharply. âyouâre doing soo good pretty..â she kissed your thigh one more, suddenly quickening the objectâs pace, while you clenched desperately at it, your walls tightening. âi can feel you close..â she murmured nibbling your thigh, turning the gun inside, giving her more friction while she whimpered pathetically.
âa-argus.. sâgood..â she almost cried, while argus moved her girlfriendâs thighs on her shoulder, her gaze shifting between her sweet entrance and pathetic expression.
âyea.. so pretty, love..â without any warning the gunâs thrust became even more harsh and quick, argus letting a soft sigh as her gaze fixer her girlfriendâs 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 argusâs head.
âyeah.. so pretty like that, shit i need to taste it now.â
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.
could we have more shy reader pls..đ§đ˝ââď¸đ§đ˝ââď¸
shy reader x mydei and phainon (separate) where mydeiâs 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.
word count: 354
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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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