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[UNDER CONSTRUCTION -- Phoenix, They/Them, 23]

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Heist! Mark is a very physically affectionate man. He's friendly -- playful taps on the upper arm; a hand between the shoulder blades whenever he's introducing you to someone; side hugs on the regular, which eventually blossom into embraces that sweep you off your feet whenever a particularly daring heist goes well. He's affectionate, and as far as you're concerned, he always has been. So when those little touches start to linger, start to feel more charged… you don't really recognize it. Don't recognize how mischief bleeds into something a little more tender, a little more saccharine.

Perhaps "don't recognize" is too strong of a phrase. Because whenever he nudges your foot under the table at a restaurant in a childish attempt to play footsie with you, you feel a rush of warmth that wasn't there just a few months ago. Your heart never threatened to leap out of your chest whenever he wrapped one of those strong arms around your shoulders, and you didn't get dizzy whenever your fingers brushed.

You tell yourself its all you, that you're just too hopeful. You're not a complete fool -- you're head over heels for the man, yeah, that's probably going to change your perception. When every touch feels like it lasts a lifetime, of course it's going to feel like he's lingering. And you wouldn't put it past yourself to have overlooked his habit of glancing at your lips when you talk -- he's so ADHD, it probably helps him focus.

Yeah. That's it.

All totally normal, platonic habits from a man who is just very affectionate. Just… ignore the fact that he isn't like this with anyone else anymore. There's got to be some sort of explanation for that, too. Surely.

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Kissing Heist! Mark

Just some thoughts on what it's like to kiss your favorite partner in crime -- GN reader, below the cut! <3

His kisses are spontaneous. One moment he’s stealing an adrenaline-filled smooch after doing 120 down a backroad, and in another he’s twirling you around the kitchen to steal one from you just after waking, before you’re coherent enough to even kiss back. He likes to keep you on your toes, in that way.

He’s very scatterbrained, although he’d never admit that to you. He’ll often place absentminded kisses to whatever he can reach while he’s working on some new project, or playing a game. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it, really — he just subconsciously seeks out your affection in that way. He’ll deny it if you call him on it too, the bastard.

After a particularly dangerous heist — namely ones where’s he’s made a bit of a blunder — he’ll pout dramatically until you kiss him. Backs pressed against the wall, panting, hearts pounding so hard you can feel the blood rushing in your ears... and yet he still manages to press his lips together in a pout. It’s his way of asking if things are okay, really.

In quiet moments at home, he likes to ask you questions, before cutting off your response with a kiss. And he’ll do it again, and again, and again, until he coaxes a laugh out of you. Give him a taste of his own medicine — it won’t stop him from doing it again later of course, but you’ll start to see why he loves to do it to you all the time. His flushed cheeks, nose scrunching as he barks out a little laugh when he realizes what you’re doing… Yeah, you get it.

He also has a habit of murmuring dumb little jokes against your lips once he’s got your full attention — he’s horrible at holding his tongue at the best of times, but also, there’s very little he won’t do to get a laugh out of you.

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Kissing Illinois

Just a handful of headcanons on what it's like to kiss this death-defying adventurer -- GN reader, below the cut!

Illinois kisses like he’s trying to take your breath away. He’s a charmer by nature, but it’s more than just raw talent — you can tell he really, really loves you when you kiss, and that’s what makes him so damn good at it. At some point you became more than just a partner, and became his partner. For a man whose been running from love all his life, the weight of this really can’t be overstated.

He’ll take basically any excuse to orchestrate a good, Hollywood-style kiss. If it’s raining outside, it’s best to make peace with getting drenched now, because you will be kissing in the rain. You always tell yourself you’re not gonna fall for it this time, but then you look at him, and with how his dark hair clings to his face as the raindrops come down… well, you find it hard to resist the temptation.

He’s also rather fond of pressing kisses to the back of your hand — he thinks it’s charming.

He likes to use his kisses as bribes, and embarrassingly, it does work. Now granted, you had already planned on crossing that chasm… but hey, you’re not going to turn down a reward.

But for his suave exterior, he’s actually very easy to fluster. Tug him in by the lapel, by the belt loop, hell, steal his hat, and you’ll be treated to the most starry-eyed adventurer this side of the Mississippi. He has to clear his throat before speaking again, and even then, he struggles to put together any sort of tease. He’s so used to being the one that teases that when you not only reciprocate, but take charge, that he just melts. He’ll never admit it, of course, but you take the wins where you can get them.