#shy flirting

[jedidryad]

It’s not about  being prepared for a fight.

After a couple of painful exchanges between our OTP, here is a segment from the early days of Lightsabers are Always Loaded when they were on much friendlier footing...perhaps even some shy flirting.

I shouldn’t have been surprised to hear from Skywalker after the rooftop gift and the request to join him at the reception, but I was. Despite his general acceptance, I couldn’t imagine him seeking me out after I’d threatened him so many times. He was calm, patient, and forgiving with seemingly everyone, but I couldn’t imagine that being anymore than simply his approach to the galaxy rather than something particularly aimed at me.

I couldn’t imagine him wanting to be a friend.

Still, the first sparring session had gone well. Like on Wayland, he’d shared what he’d learned over the years, and I shared the techniques I’d been taught. 

I’d been tentative at first. While I’d learned a couple of different saber fighting styles, my training had been much different from the friendly sparring session Skywalker described in his invitation. I’d been trained to attack and to sabotage, not to spar. I’d used the saber as a tool as well as a weapon. I’d done most of my fighting with remotes, and the few times I had been called before Palpatine to fight another agent, severe injuries were common.

“I don’t want to cut off your other arm,” I blurted at one point when Skywalker asked why I was holding back.

“Then don’t.” he answered with a smile that did not fade in the wake of my dark and menacing expression.

He admitted he also hadn’t done a lot of sparring as part of his early training, but he had found records of practice forms and routines that he wanted to try. 

I was very skeptical. C’Baoth and Luuke hadn’t exactly followed any particular lightsaber forms when attacking us, and I doubted Vader had cared all that much about the precision of Skywalker’s technique when chasing him through the tunnels on Bespin.

“It’s not about being prepared for a fight,” he reminded me, “It’s like target practice.”

Fair enough. As he led me through the first form, I tried to drop my cynicism - and not lop off any of either of our limbs.

Over the next few weeks we worked through the various moves and techniques, and Skywalker was right. The repetition and precision of the forms allowed us to hone our skills. Positions and moves became instinctive, and, with time, I felt myself relax into it.

We spent hours almost dancing across the workout spaces together as we got the movements down.

“Good.” He told me one afternoon, “You’re getting better at staying out of your mind and being present in the Force.”

“Oh that’s not it,” I brushed off his praise, “I just stopped caring about preserving your arms and legs.”

He chuckled, “Well it’s working for you.”

[yoredoesmore]

I saw requests are open! I love your fics. Can I request Hoshina and reader are heavily flirting but reader is unsure if he really means it? Que reader confrontation, hoshina heavy blushing, cuteness heheehehehe (One shot)

a/n: what a cute request! blushing Hoshina has gotta be my favorite hehe :>

pairing: Hoshina x Reader

genre: fluff/romance [wc: 1,4k]

enjoy!

More Than Just Words | Hoshina Soshiro

You and Hoshina have known each other for quite some time now. You first met on base, the first encounter dating back years ago but you remember it all too vividly. The both of you immediately clicked, feeling both confident and relaxed in the other's presence.

On missions you harmonized perfectly and even off the field the two of you made an amazing pair. Yet the relationship you shared never passed the friendship grounds– but you were okay with that at first.

Being with Hoshina felt like a never ending sitcom. He enjoyed a good laugh and you loved telling jokes, it was a perfect match. The air around him felt refreshing and the more time was spent together the more your bond grew.

But after a while the playful comments and slight touches turned into something else, something more eager. Hoshina would compliment your eyes and smile while you adjusted his uniform every now and then. His eyes would linger on your lips just for a couple seconds longer than they should and you found yourself staring into his direction during a meeting far too many times.

Yet neither of you addressed the heavy tension in the room.

Was it not a joke? A little bit of playfulness to lighten up the exhausting work life. Even right now as you were both sitting in his office “flirting” with one another, it was just for the giggles, to pass some time while he was working on some documents. At least that is what you told yourself. Not wanting to ruin the moment you kept going, smiling and poking at his cheeks as if this was all a joke to you. But deep down you wondered if he actually meant any of his words like you did.

“I love looking into your eyes when I need a break from it all, it makes me feel at ease.” Hoshina said, his body inching closer as he admired the glimmer in your eyes.

Your breath hitched, your body slightly startled by his sudden closeness.

“That's so sweet of you .” A chuckle left your lips as you poked his cheek.

“Ain't you a cute one.” The look in Hoshina's eyes was dangerous. It wrapped you around his fingers and tied you to his pinky like a bow. If only he knew what kind of effect he had on you, yet you had to hide it all behind a coy grin.

“Just trying to give my Vice Captain some good company while he works so hard for us.”

"I enjoy every second of my life when I am in your presence, Y/n. But I would like it more if you came a little closer so I could.." Hoshina grinned.

"So you could what? Get even more distracted than you already are? Please return to your work, Captain."

You sat on the chair next to him, one leg crossed over the other while your hands crossed over your chest. Hoshina, who was now returning to his previous position, smiled and rested one of his hands on your thigh.

“Attagirl. You really know how to get me going, huh?" Hoshina gave your thigh a light squeeze "But I do love it when you're sweet like this.”

At this point, staying calm became more difficult than fighting Kaiju. Perhaps it was his voice or the grin he wore on his face but the way Hoshina talked to you had you feeling a special kind of way, one that was not common in a platonic relationship. His grip on your leg left you feeling all fuzzy inside as well.

“Are you suggesting that I have a salty side?” You asked, slightly tilting your head to the side.

“I wouldn't say salty, more like..feisty perhaps? You are straightforward and curious but I like that, I like that a lot.” Without realizing it, Hoshina licked his bottom lip and chuckled. He didn't do it intentionally, to add some tease to the moment, but simply out of reflex.

Those two simple gestures caused all hell to break loose inside your mind and the burning sensation inside your heart only intensified when he made eye contact with you. Anyone who were to walk into the office now would have thought that they were interrupting something inappropriate, that this was an intimate conversation between lovers. Yet you yourself were unsure what this situation was. The line between flirting and joking had become too thin to tell.

“Vice Captain..” The cheerful tone in your voice suddenly vanished. A smile still sat on your face but it appeared more sad than genuine.

“I'm sorry to ruin the mood it's just..fuck what am I doing.” You couldn't help yourself but laugh at how fragile your voice was. Frustration pulled on your skin, making you feel even more intimidated by the sudden confrontation.

“What's wrong, Y/n? Is it something I said?” Hoshina's voice was filled with concern. He immediately removed the hand from your thigh, causing the now empty spot to feel cold. But his soft gaze provided small comfort.

“Do you..mean any of that? Of what you just said.”

Your words caught the Vice Captain by surprise and said shock was evident on his face. His lips stood slightly open and the tint of red on his cheeks strongly intensified.

“Do..you really think I'm cute??” Another attack was thrown at the man. Both your hands clasped around his, pulling him closer to your body. Your eyes now shone with curiosity rather than frustration, like the bright stars in the firmament.

Suddenly being this close to you and looking into your brightly lit eyes, Hoshina was barely holding it together. His face became a red mess as he stuttered and started shaking uncontrollably, it was a sight to behold.

“W-where is this coming from?!”

“I don't know! Just answer the question!” A mix of anxiety now joined your emotions.

“Ya pressin my hands too tight, I can barely feel'em!”

Without realizing it you had used Hoshina's hands as a stress reliever, gripping onto them as if there was no tomorrow. You quickly let go and apologized to the man, who was trying his best to keep it together. The moment had completely changed, yet the same question remained in the air.

Your head was lowered down to your feet, as you found it too embarrassing to look up at Hoshina. You hated yourself for ruining the moment, if only you would have stayed quiet and…

“Ain't it obvious..that I mean what I say?” His sudden confession forced your head to shoot up.

“These are more than just words, ya know. Life at the base can be pretty damn exhausting but can I really complain when I got such a sweet partner by my side?”

You found yourself unable to reply to his confession. The Vice Captain looked at you with such genuine and sweet eyes, despite feeling flustered himself. What ever made you even doubt that he wasn't feeling the same way you did in the first place?

“Wasn't it obvious?” He sighed. “Wait– do you mean any of what you just said?”

“O-of course! Every word, I promise!”

The entire scene felt like something out of a romance show. After countless episodes of mindless flirting and nervewracking build up, the moment of truth finally came. The two of you sitting right across from one another, shyly confessing your feelings and thoughts, it was the big final everyone had been waiting for.

Was love always this messy? Going from heavy flirting to a sheepish confrontation. You couldn't help yourself but smile softly at it all.

“So you think that I'm sweet, huh?” You teased again.

“The sweetest.” He smiled right back at you.

[atoltia]

March can be easily flustered...

...If he was aware that the things that he did or were done to him were to be taken as gestures of affection, whether it be platonic or romantic.

There was a method to his madness. Simplicity in logic was to be preferred over convoluted solutions and discussions. The most direct course of action to reach perfection, even when that particular avenue could be misconstrued into something else.

But he couldn't always see it.

When you pointed out that he was being sweet when he gave you that hoe (after fully insulting you, please do not forget) knowing full well how much pride he has on his work, how much blood and sweat he spent on meticulously crafting it to the best it could be, he was a blubbering mess.

He was sober that time so he had the mind to throw you out of the shop with a rather hasty slam to the door, leaving you cackling loud enough for him to hear from inside the blacksmith (loud enough, mind you, to wake up Olric from wherever the hell he was taking a nap).

That one moment you told him that you found it sweet that he took the time to teach you on how to use his forge (with the thickly veiled threat that he will break your arms if you so much as damage his equipment. Don't worry, you threatened to shove his sorry ass into the fire if he ever tried. Both of you had to pull Olric away from the forge because he would have actually fallen into it after laughing so much at the both of you), you were sure he was gonna have a stroke.

When you heard him mention at the Saturday market that he liked hot chocolate, he banged his shin into the stall accidentally when he saw that you bought him a cup (he did accuse you of bribing Darcy to poison it, though. Little shit had the gall to slap your hand away like a greedy little gremlin when you tried to take it back. Both of you were bickering so much that the poor cup of hot chocolate had to be saved by Olric lest it get spilled).

Little instances led you to believe that the man was just a blubbering mess of nerves and embarrassment whenever he ever gets associated with being sweet.

But then there was that time when he took your hand into his, examined every digit, ever crevice, every scratch, every contusion with such intimate concentration that you thought your heart would fail from beating so fast (you didn't even hear him lecture you about being a dumbass in the mines again while he bandaged you, so congratulations on that little victory).

There was that time where you injured your hand (again) and was unable to properly eat your meal. Josephine offered to help you but the gremlin of a man already took it upon himself to feed you himself, all the while continuing the lecture that he started two days before (don't worry, you were much too focused on his very close proximity to you and not choking on the food that you didn't have the mental capacity to process whatever the fuck he was saying).

And then there was that time, one horrible autumn morning, that that fake redhead came barreling towards you, come to a full stop, and rather abruptly press his forehead into yours. You felt yourself short circuit for a moment, hyper aware of the fact that he smelled like nice cinnamon chocolate, both his warm, calloused hands gently pressed at your shoulders to keep you steady, that you didn't even realize that he was berating you for sporting a fever after overworking yourself for the nth time this season (not even when he hauled your ass up his shoulders and dumped you at the clinic himself. Valen wasn't sure if she was impressed or horrified).

None of these changes the fact that he was a wuss at being given compliments. But maybe, just maybe, he was also too dense at being able to pick up on the way his method of care ripped your heart into a torrent of emotion, turning you into the blushing, heart clutching disaster that you often thought of him as. And yeah, maybe you were a little lovestruck. Him too, possibly. Probably. Who the fuck knows. Neither of you surely don't.

(And between you and me, you wouldn't have it any other way.)

(You still hope the son of a bitch kisses you sometime soon, though.)

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[murdrdocs]

suggestive content; MDNI; shy!fem!reader

felix catton who can’t fathom the idea of you not wanting him. well, it’s not that you don’t want him—he’s sure that those coy looks you’re sending him across the pub is your version of flirting. he more so can’t fathom the idea of you not throwing yourself at him.

he’s so used to any girl around him being blatant about their interest. so he just doesn’t understand why you aren’t the same.

he figures maybe you’re shy. yes. maybe you need him to initiate.

and felix is fine with that.

he throws an arm over your shoulder to pull you into his side. he sneaks up behind you and pulls you into his chest while you're talking to someone. he rests his hands on your hip to guide you through a crowd, or he gently pushes you out of the way with a hand right above your ass.

and when he gets good signs from all of this, he gets a little bolder.

affectionately kissing your cheek, dangerously close to your lips, in greeting and parting. resting his hand on your thigh and slapping it a little when he laughs at something farleigh says.

he grows more and more daring as time continues, too fearful about coming off too strong. what if you withdraw from him all together? he’d never had a girl outright reject him, and he won’t let it happen today.

so he has to make sure you really want it when he cups your mound through your thin pants. when he adds pressure and gently massages. when he uses his other hand to palm the back of your head and pull you in for a kiss that muffles any and all sounds you would’ve made.

the pub bathroom isn’t his first choice of location, but the alcohol (and the little bit of weed he’d had earlier into the night) was clouding his brain and you looked so cute and relaxed in your little outfit, really he just couldn’t help himself.

plus, you don’t seem put off by it at all as you undo your pants and let them pool around your ankles.

[notsunnyowo]

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Part 1

Summary: After experiencing the thrill of being flustered for the first time - Satoru Gojo decides he needs to feel it again

Content: Fluff, Flirt! Gojo, Female! Reader (AFAB), Teen! Gojo x Teen! Reader (Reader is the same age as Gojo)

Word Count: 631

Satoru Gojo was on a mission.

Get the pretty new girl in his class to flirt back with him.

Ever since getting a taste of what it felt like to be on the receiving end of the flirting game, Satoru was hooked.

He desperately needed to feel the same emotions the new girl had somehow managed to stir within him.

And he was going to get what he wanted.

He always did.

And so- That's how his 'mission' started.

After that fateful day in your classroom, Satoru stepped up his game. He was a determined young fella. One that, when he set his mind to something, did everything in his power to obtain his goal.

Yet despite Satoru's persistence, you didn't seem to be doing what he was hoping for so desperately. That, however, didn't necessarily mean that his actions weren't getting to you. You hadn't even realized it when you started to actually enjoy his flirting attempts.

"Oh? What's this?" Satoru chirped, large frame shifting as he looked down at you. "You, giving me the time of day?" He grinned. Earlier that day, Satoru had come to you with another cheezy pick-up line and you'd actually giggled at it. To say that the young sorcerer was ecstatic would be an understatement. He was on cloud nine. "What's changed?" He cooed, tone dropping an octave as he continued. "Finally admit I'm hot as hell?~" Looking back at him, you tried to hold your serious expression, you really did, but there was something about the way Satoru had you practically pinned against the wall made your expression falter. You could feel the rosy blush slowly climbing up your neck, threatening to tint your checks with its vibrant rosy color. "You wish." Your reply was short, for you feared that if you were to continue speaking Gojo might notice the falter in your voice. You mentally scolded yourself for the way your heart thumped faster with each passing moment you spent so close to him. Letting out an amused chuckle Satoru teased. "You're such a bad liar, sweetcheeks." Gently raising a hand to grab your chin, forcing you to look straight up at him he continued. "You know I've been trying to date you for how long..? -Think it's been around six months." He said referring to somewhere in the beginning of the school year. "And yet, you're still givin' me the cold shoulder." God he was so close. Way too close. "What's a guy gotta do to get a date with you huh?" His words were so smooth, rolling off his tongue with practiced ease. You'd think they were some rehearsed lines for a romance movie. As your eyes met with his, you could feel the way your body reacted to him. The way goosebumps traveled across your torso to your arms, not to mention the way heat rushed to your cheeks. Fuck it. "That's what you want?" You asked, shooing his hand away from your face. "Fine then. You can take me out on a date this weekend." Did he hear that right? Did you really just agree to go out on a date with him? And that easily?? There it was again. That familiar warm feeling in his chest. Satoru looked back at you, his checks involuntarily turning a soft shade of pink. If you only knew the things you did to him. "Pick you up at seven, sweetcheeks." Quickly composing himself the young man took a step back from you. And with that he left, mostly because Satoru wasn't sure how much longer he could hold his excitement in him and not let it show. Meanwhile you were left there staring at his retreating form, with an amused smile on your lips. "Let's see what you've got, Satoru Gojo."

Author Note:

Wrote this while I was supposed to be sleeping so it might not be the best-

Regardless I hope you had fun reading! :)

[cloudy-em]

Hi there! I got a request for Lip, if you don't mind 🥺

Reader is friends with either Fiona or Ian (she's the same age as Lip though), and one evening, she's dragged to the house for dinner (she's also very shy, very), so they meet and he just can't help but flirt constantly to make her blush and stutter.

And maybe later on, he hears her talking to Fiona/Ian about it, saying something like not keeping her hopes up because she can't believe he could actually like her ("no one likes the shy girl" kinda thing, I had that said to me and I need some comfort for it😂).

He basically wants to prove to her that he actually likes her. Maybe he already noticed her st school or something.

Have a good day, hun 🤘

of course!! glad to provide some comfort <3 i was the same way all from like elementary to high school so i get it! have a great day, too, thanks for the request <3

ages are pretty inconsistent in the show, but i think in season 3 he's like 18? i don't write characters when they're minors, so the reader and lip are both 18 years old and they're seniors in this! so this is set in like season 3ish i guess.

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Ian and Y/N walked through the front door of the Gallagher household. Y/N took her shoes off, following Ian to his room where they dropped off their backpacks. Even though they aren't in the same grade, they're still great friends. It started when Ian found Y/N at school one day, trying to hold herself together after being made fun of for her quiet response to a teacher's question that she had to repeat multiple times. It turned out, Ian and Y/N actually had a lot in common, and the rest was history.

Y/N wasn't over at Ian's house often. The loud and chaotic nature of his family was endearing, but she didn't quite feel comfortable enough with the other Gallaghers yet to let her walls down. Not that she was ever as loud or chaotic as the family; she was just on the quieter, shyer side, and the Gallaghers respected that.

Ian had invited Y/N over for dinner, making sure Fiona was aware. Ian and Y/N both helped her with dinner, Y/N smiling quietly to herself as Ian and Fiona laughed and joked together. They set the table, and Fiona yelled up to the rest of the family to come eat.

Frank was god knows where doing god knows what, and Kev and V were busy at the alibi, so it was just Y/N and the Gallagher kids for the night. Debbie and Carl came barreling down the stairs leaving an empty seat between them because the two had recently been arguing. Lip walked down the stairs, Liam in his arms, and helped Liam get into a high chair. He sat between Carl and Debbie, clearly sick of their argument, and sighed. Y/N was stationed between Ian and Fiona, the two she was most comfortable with. Food was distributed and everyone tried to make dinner conversation.

Y/N looked at Debbie politely as she talked about a student counsel project she was working on, trying to plan out how perfect and showstopping it would be. She smiled hearing the girl's plan; it sounded great and she had no doubt Debbie could do it. Glancing towards Lip, she noticed him watching her instead of his younger sister. There's a pause, and Lip grabs her attention.

"You look really pretty today, Y/N," he says genuinely. In response, she blushes and looks towards her lap, mumbling a thank you. Lip opens his mouth, ready to say something else, when Carl pipes up.

"Yeah! You look just like the Barbie I put on the grill earlier!" He exclaims before backtracking. "Well, you look like her before I put her on the grill. And I wouldn't grill you, you're too nice." Y/N smiled and tried not to laugh at the young boy's antics as Fiona lectured him about cruel and unusual punishment. Lip kept staring at Y/N, completely mesmerized by her shy and gentle nature. He was wracking his brain on what to say next; he didn't want to try stupid or sexual pickup lines on her. He wanted to take his time with her. He'd noticed her in his literature class in school, they both sat at the back, but on opposite sides of the room. Ian was about to kick Lip under the table for his weird behavior, knowing Y/N would be uncomfortable, but Fiona beat him to it.

"Lip, it's rude to stare, especially at our guest."

Hearing his name brought him back, and he cleared his throat. "Um, Y/N? You have Mr Harbor for Physics II, right?" he asked, curious.

"Yes, 4th period," she replied quietly. Lip smiled hearing her voice, wanting to hear it more often.

"Oh great! I have him for 6th. Do you wanna come over sometime and study together? We can work through some problems if you want, maybe do some physical experiments-" he's cut off by Carl.

"Gross, Lip, you don't propose sex in front of the family!" he yells. Lip's eyes widen.

"Oh, jesus! No no I wasn't- Y/N that's not what I meant, I- I meant just calculating projectiles with a slingshot or something, not- not THAT!" he tries to explain desperately. He really did just mean doing problems and experiments together. They're both very intelligent people, and Lip thought it was a good proposition for a subtle excuse to get to know her.

"I-it's okay, Lip, n-no worries!" Y/N felt her face and neck flush. she knew he didn't mean sex, but the idea of it made her blush. Of course she'd heard plenty of rumors around school about how good Lip Gallagher was in bed.

The meal was done pretty quickly. The family all got up, Y/N waiting until most of them left to bring her plate to the sink.

"I'll take care of the dishes, Y/N," Lip said, gently placing his hand on the small of her back. She jumped slightly, moving out of the way and nodding, heading upstairs to finish her homework. Ian follows shortly after.

Lip walked up the stairs to grab a cigarette from his desk, but paused as he caught his name.

"-and it's nice to hope for just a second that maybe, just maybe, he likes me, that he cares for me, but he doesn't, Ian! There's no way someone like Lip would ever like someone like me! He's confident and attractive and smart and girls love him! I'm just me. I'm shy and quiet and it takes me forever to warm up to people and nobody likes the shy girl," she sighed sadly. "You don't think he's trying to prank me or something, do you?" she asked Ian. Lip walked away, not realizing she felt this way.

He had to do something. He went back down the stairs, no longer set on his cigarette, rather a way to prove himself to her. He thought hard for a while, realizing it was probably just best to talk her alone. He sighed, thinking of what to say without fucking up.

Lip heard Ian yell goodbye to Y/N, and her footsteps walking towards the front door. He ran towards the front door, trying to be casual.

"Hey, I'll walk you home. Make sure you get home safe," he said, sounding more like he was making a statement rather than offering.

"Oh, um, okay. Let's go then," Y/N replied.

The walk to her house was quiet. Lip didn't know what to say. 'Hey, I've been watching you at school for the past 3 months and I haven't hooked up with anybody since I noticed you because you're all I can think about even though we've barely ever talked'? He knew he needed to say that, he just needed to find a less...aggressive way of saying it.

He walked Y/N to her door, making sure she got it unlocked. He reached out and touched her arm just as she turned to enter her house. She turned to look at him with big eyes.

"Look, Y/N. I, uh, I've noticed you at school a lot over the past couple of months, and I know you're my brother's friend, but I'd really like to get to know you better. I think you're really, really smart and you're pretty, too, and Ian talks about you all the time. You just sound like a great person and I think I have a small crush on you. I know you probably don't feel the same, but if you'd give me a chance, I think we'll get along great and we can get to know each other. Please?" He poured his heart out.

Y/N hesitated, a soft blush rising to her cheeks. "I- okay, Lip. We can get to know each other. I'm just nervous and really shy around people I don't know so I'm sorry-" he cuts her off.

"That's why we'll know each other, 'kay?" he said, gently stroking her upper arm with his thumb.

"Besides, I like shy girls."

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lip x shy!reader is one of my favs thank you so much for this request! let me know if you want more of this kind of content please!

[outmakingmoonshine]

I love this shot and interaction so much. The way Carmy's directly under the warm orange light making it look like he's glowing with heat. In this scene you only see Carmy under this light when Syd's praising his drawings and for this dialogue, (basically when he's feeling Syd's heat/their combined heat) directly after this he moves out of the warm light, reveals decisions he made without her and starts talking about Claire so the atmosphere between them changes. He's in much lower lighting (no light above him) for the rest of the scene but Syd stays under/nearby the warm glowing light. All this fire/heat symbolism is during the fire suppression episode btw!

They're talking about food which is basically their foreplay. You can see in his face he's already a bit turned on and he's only just started talking food with her! The way he's looking at her and speaking very pointedly...idk how to explain it but it's so seductive.

The way he licks his lips and says "and then-" but then fully closes his mouth because he doesn't intend to finish that sentence, he's waiting for Syd to do it because he knows she will. I love that they just get each other when it comes to this stuff and they both know it and trust that connection.

I can't make out if his eyes land on her t-shirt first or her lips, it looks too low to be her lips imo and the t-shirt she had on in this scene has artwork of a beautiful black woman on it with bright red lips. I can imagine it's hard for him to look at that shirt without thinking of how much he wants to kiss Sydney!

The way Syd's face lights up talking to Carmy about food is everything. She lowkey looks sensual here but in an unassuming way like she's not trying to be, she just naturally is.

Carmy knows talking about food brings this out in Syd, that's why he asked if she still loves to cook in the table scene (it was kind of a random segue) then he asked for details about the omelette and knew exactly what to say and how to say it to encourage her to keep dirty talking about food with him 😏

I love how no matter what's going on between them, how distant they were the few episodes before this, this connection between them will always have them on the same page again instantly. It's like when you haven't seen someone for a long time but whenever you meet again it's like you were never apart. That's what this interaction (and the food dirty talk in the table scene) gives me, no matter how far apart they get this will always be something that connects them instantly and effortlessly.

[qprconcepts]

qpps who find it fun to flirt with each other and see the flustered look on the other's face

<3

[shannonallaround]

this was meant to be a warmup sketch before doing a commission and I got carried away

[lucasoliko]

Sillies...... will post the full thing later :3

[the-kingshound]

You might already be aware of how I dislike the usual very clear bold/shy flirting options, but now I am curious.

How do you think your MC would flirt with someone like Arthur?

[ray935sworld]

Okay serious question, how do I keep a friend away who I stopped seeing as a friend due to dismiss and ignoring of my feeling and he has romantic feelings and asked me out multiple times/ made hints about a what could have been despite knowing I'm not into men?

Edit: Okay! He is blocked now and yes I had a ray that's not normal moment

[an-experienced-gentleman]

Flirt with me. Don't be shy.

Six Sexy Words

[azul-marie]

leon. (desiderate)

fem. reader. canon-typical violence/injuries mentioned.

if only you’d been beside him a second sooner.

the surrounding ganados were resolute in killing the two of you, but so far you’d handled everything well. he took the front, you, the back. it was going fine enough, up until a creature welding a machete managed to land a clean slice across the side of his abdomen, easily cutting through the flesh. your partner’s pained sounds were a nightmare on the ears.

once that damned church bell finally rang upon safety could you take cover in an abandoned home to check whatever damage was done.

now another challenge began.

“please, just let me see how bad it is.” your pleas are no match for stubbornness. leon waves you off, pretending that he isn’t holding a bleeding wound. his beautiful jacket, a favorite of his, he had told you on the way to the village, stains his hand a bright scarlet. he lingers by a window to keep watch outside, his handsome face scrunched with discomfort.

“it’s fine. i’m fine. focus on yourself first.” his reply is curt, slightly winded. his broad chest heaves as he applies more pressure on his injury, his jaw setting tightly to avoid letting out a moan of pain. you watch helplessly, unused to the view of your calm, confident partner so hurt.

the two of you hadn’t been partners for long, but something akin to a friendship was undoubtedly there. his odd quips, the occasional joke that would usually cause eye rolling and groans were actually rather charming coming from a man of his reputation — you took them in stride, bouncing off of his personality as if you’d known each other all your lives.

but there is a certain coldness to leon. an inner frost, like a perpetual twist of the brows stuck in thought, or eyes heavy with a lack of heart. clear reminders of whatever he’s gone through before meeting you. perhaps it’s the innate good you sense from him that encourages the desire to know him, befriend him. a goodness that is such he’d prefer bleeding out if it meant saving you first.

you gather your courage. with cautious steps you approach his side, place a benign hand on his bicep that silently insists. at first, leon refuses to look your way. he's all too aware of those doe eyes you’re making at him — knows it’ll get him weak in the knees. the touch on his arm is already making it harder to breathe.

“leon…” —god, do you have to say his name so softly like that?— “i’m not hurt. i’m worried about you. just let me take a look so i can help ease the pain. please.”

his eyes flicker down to yours before he can stop himself. fuck. those pretty eyes, brows turned up with concern, flutter when they meet his. leon’s jaw goes slack, and he swallows so hard he’s certain he gulps aloud.

“okay…okay. i surrender.” he says, a hint of humor lacing in. “sorry to have made you beg.”

your unease melts into a beaming smile. “as long as it paid off.”

after finding the most stable looking chair in the house, leon peels off his beloved jacket on the one side he’s hurt, exposing the weeping cut caked with a mix of dried and fresh blood. he at least looks a little sheepish to have insisted he was fine, when he was, in fact, not very fine at all.

you cringe at the sight, deterring any ogling leon would've preferred to see instead. you carefully lift his skin-tight shirt to examine the cut further. the feel of your smooth fingers gliding across his bare skin sends a wave of gooseflesh over every inch of him. he reminds himself he’s a professional, not a schoolboy.

“i’m…i’m sorry, but, ew. aside from that, it’s actually not too deep. a good cleaning should help, since that blade was probably really unsanitary. then i’ll bandage you up. sounds good?”

leon is quiet. concerned, you glance upwards to check on him, only to find he’s already staring at you. something hot clenches at your chest. his eyes fall to your parted lips for a split second before realizing you’ve stopped talking.

“yeah.” he mindlessly agrees. it is incredibly obvious to the both of you that he hasn’t heard a word you said. you kindly choose to ignore it, mostly because it’s cute. and because he’s probably lost a bit of blood while he was being stubborn. not to mention he was nearly sawed in half by a literal creature of darkness, too. something like that would take a moment to process.

“i’ll clean you up, then bandage the cut. sounds good?” you repeat slowly, trying to also kindly ignore how his eyes switch between your eyes and lips. leon nods, then looks away in silent complacency to let you do what you need to. and to steady himself when your hands run down the expanse of his abdomen to check for any other injuries he may have sustained.

he wonders how you’ve managed to keep such soft, supple hands. how they press just the right amount of pressure, not too much or too little. the first aid spray, nor the herbs you mix and crush into a salve hardly sting when you massage them across his wound. all the while your eyes, those pretty eyes, gleam with pure concentration as you work to heal him. help him. without ulterior motives, without asking for anything in return.

guilt overtakes him. to have you mend him despite his being perfectly capable feels selfish. reminds him of naivety and red. longings of the past. you two were already in over your heads, and now this? having you coddle him? leon’s hardly deserving. hardly worth your effort. he wasn’t the priority at this point, even if he made the promise to get all three of you back home safe. there were risks, dangers, that either of you could succumb to, but he’d be damned before letting anything happen to you. as long as you stuck together, nothing would.

“you with me, ace?”

your whisper jolts him out of thought. leon appears struck, as if forgetting you’re sat beside him, pressing bandages along his abdomen. your perplexed expression wakes him from his inner rumination. makes him think his own face is twisted in the way it gets whenever he’s too far deep in his mind.

leon takes a beat to answer. “uh…yeah. all good. sorry about that.”

“no need to apologize. i know it’s a lot to take in. i’m just worried about that handsome face of yours.”

he freezes, his dark thoughts at once evaporating. “my—what?”

you turn slightly bashful. “oh, well, you know. if you keep making the same kind of face, it’ll get stuck that way. i just…well, it would be a shame if yours did. you’re really quite nice on the eyes, leon.”

he gapes at you, stunned silent by your boldness. and what more it could imply. these sorts of compliments are nothing he’s not used to, clearly, but coming from you? the first person to mean something to him in years?

leon feels his face going hot. shit. he clears his throat, shifts in his creaking seat. prays he isn’t blushing as badly as he thinks he is. you manage to catch his fleeting eyes for a second. he watches how your lush lips turn up with an amused smile so poorly hidden he almost thinks you wanted him to notice — and just like that, he’s properly flustered.

he isn’t allowed to collect himself. soon you’re patting off whatever excess salve remains on his skin and tugging his shirt back down over freshly set bandages, held together by even more prayers and a bit of medical tape. you’re up and on your feet before leon can even pierce together the concept of thanking you.

you head to the nearest window for a quick peek outside. “looks like the villagers are still in the church. it’s all clear for now, unless they decide to cut service short.” you muse. leon joins you, carefully readjusting his jacket and his cool.

“don’t jinx us.” he huffs. “last thing we need is another run in with trouble. we should start looking for ashley now that things are quiet.”

you agree. after one last weapons and supplies check, you lead the way towards the front door to brave whatever awaits the two of you ahead. before you finish twisting the doorknob, he pats an awkward hand on your shoulder.

leon says your name intently. “…i appreciate your help. very much.” he hesitates, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips. you can still see a bloom of pink across his cheeks. “so…thanks. i owe you one.”

you pat his shoulder in return with a mellow smile. “of course, leon. it’s why i’m here. i am your favorite partner after all.” you joke, turning the moment he lets out a chuckle. you miss the way his eyes soften as he takes in the pretty view of you.

“true. but it’s not like you had much competition in the first place.”

“ha-ha. if you’re saying i win by default, then that’s just fine by—”

the moment the two of you step outside, an incoming call from hunnigan interrupts the lighthearted atmosphere. the sudden intrusion turns leon’s face somber once more, though he glances somewhat apologetically at you before answering.

no matter, you think. there’s plenty of time to spare for team-bonding.

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