baby just say yes<3 ad x hamzi

oo baby i love u

"i order you to let me down"
"this is homophobia istg"
*muffled noises*

"ah, im afraid i cant do that, ehe"

Hamzi buried her face into their hands, hiding her face from view as much as you could to avoid inquisitive stares. which, to be frank, wasn't a very effective strategy, his odd position had already attracted unwanted attention ever since the moment Ad picked them up, the Almighty ad apparently unable to feel any sense of shame for his actions, swept her off their feet and hoisted him on his shoulder, carrying Hamzi as he would to a heavy sack of flour. (can imagine that honestly)

all because Hamzi accidentally tripped by failing to acknowledge an inconveniently placed pebble on the road, barely scraped her knee as a result, and released a very quiet, mind you groan of pain with a elegant and dramatic reaction.
It was all for good laughs of course, he didn't expect when the one and only insisted on CARRYING them home.

“i can walk. it's not like i lost my leg!” Hamzi attempted to pry off the fingers tightly gripping on her waist, but they wouldn't budge at all. his slim and short figure was deceptively weak. “people are staring you fuck!”

"and? "

the nonchalance in his tone was beginning to sound irritating (yet hot) . with Hamzi's  last thread of patience snapped into two, she began to poke incessantly towards his ribcage. ribcage of steel, it seemed; he still won't react, but he does try to look like in pain just to make them feel better, wincing ‘ow, stop that’ every so often. “put. me. down! i don't like this position!” (man's got abs in this story giving him what he doesn't have so he should be grateful for me)

that, at least, caught his attention and caused him to stop in his tracks. he slowly turned his head to face Hamzi, meeting their furious gaze that was coated with blush , and paused in silent contemplation.
With a slight smirk,

...he smoothly transferred her from his shoulder to his arms, splaying a hand to rest on their back and supporting her knees with the other.

“is this better?” Ad cocked his head to the side innocently, genuinely questioning them.

mortified, Hamzi hid his face with the help of their hands once more. you could already hear the bystanders' which sounded like one of his squeaky voiced friend, hushed murmuring surrounding the couple, undoubtedly gossiping about the conspicuous display of affection of an emo bitch. a peck was delivered soon after when seeing the flushed look of his lover's face.

“this is worse! way worse!” 

it's 2 am take it or leave it im going to cry.