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beelmons · 1 year

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BAU guys + Love Languages (Pt1)

According to Dr. Gary Chapman, there're 5 main ways in which we show and receive love. These are some head canons on the love languages I think apply to each BAU guys. Are you compatible? My ask is always open if you want to share your thoughts and hcs with me! If you want to find out your love language you can take a free test here!

Spencer Reid

Giving: Spencer definitely shows love through acts of services. He's the type of partner/friend that will help you with a chore or offer to do it for you. He's a "fixer" even if sometimes he doesn't understand what that means. As a friend, he'll constantly notice if you're struggling with a task and offer a solution. As a romantic partner, he'll always be ontop of your needs, physical and emotional, to make sure that they are being solved.

When communication is not good, he might come across as insensitive, sometimes you just want to vent and be heard. He might seem like he wants to one-up you or show you that he could solve the problem faster, but that's not his intention. He wants you to be well again, as quickly as he can make it happen.

Receiving: Words of affirmation is how he understands you love him. Thanks to his autistic tendencies/neurodivergent coding he has trouble understanding social cues and underlying messages. You have to be forward with him about everything you do, no matter how fast he can pick up on your mood, if you don't tell him what's wrong, he won't be able to tell.

If you're not able to communicate properly, he might feel unwanted and pushed away. Simple expressions such as "you did good" "thank you so much for helping me" "I appreciate your input on my work/issues" can be very fulfilling for him. He needs to be reminded of what he does well so he can continue doing it, even if he himself doesn't verbalize his feelings a lot. Physical touch and quality time are his least present languages.

Aaron Hotchner

Giving: Hotch mentions time and again how he tries his best to provide both the team and his family his undivided attention. Doesn't this sound just like quality time? His job might take him away for weeks at a time, sure, but it's his whole and complete intention to give you every second he has destined for you without any interruptions.

Because of the line of duty, this can be complicated, sometimes making you feel as if you come last. Even when his love language is in conflict with his line of work, once he's not working, it's all about you and his loved ones. Listening to hours of your rambling, not even looking at his phone (if it's not an emergency), watching an entire movie without falling asleep. When you're with him, he's there, he's present in every way.

His guilt and regret from being away can sometimes add a bit of gift giving to the love language, but even if he shows up with a bouqué of flowers, remember that's only a token, he's there for you and nothing but you.

Receiving: In the same way he makes all the effort to be there, he expects you to be there with him. If you start looking at your phone or pioritizing time with others over time with him, he will feel unhappy and unloved, it’s all about the quality time. Receiving gifts and physical touch don't go a very long way with him, so if you are making him feel unloved you will have to find another way to remind him. This doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy cuddles and gifts every now and then.

Words of affirmation can also be a good way to communicate your love for him, but it's only a support language for quality time. Having dinner without looking at the time, doing a puzzle together, cooperating to help Jack with his homework, those are the moments his heart feels the fullest.

Derek Morgan

Giving: This man will shower you with so many words of affirmation and compliments you might feel like suffocating at times. He will praise you and let you know how adored, cared for, and desired you are. Mix it up with a bit of gift giving, and you've got that attentive boyfriend. Communication is key, because you might run into some trouble if you can't agree exactly on what a praise is. He can run his mouth, and sometimes he says stuff that, even if it's not ill intentioned, might come out as harsh and judgemental.

If you struggle with your self-perception, at times it might feel like he's lying to you or trying to deceive you for an specific purpose. Remind yourself that Derek Morgan is one of the most honest men to ever exist, and he would never say a word he didn't mean (as long as he isn't angry!).

Receiving: This PDA king needs his share of lovin', physical touch is how you can remind him he's the man of your dreams. Holding his hand, touching his shoulder, kissing him in public. He loves being displayed as your man, he loves feeling the electricity generated by your skin when it touches his. If you struggle with physical touch, he might come to think you don't desire him. You'd have to be open about your feelings towards the gestures, and come up with some rules, maybe you don't initiate the contact but try your best to not reject them.

During intimate times, it's very relevant that you initiate contact every once in a while, otherwise he might feel the relationship is one-sided. If you're unable to provide the touch he needs, at least make sure you give him quality time, when you're with him, it should only be about the two of you. This is only a supplement, but it will remind him of your care for him. The least understanble love languages for this man are acts of service and receiving gifts. He can do and buy things for himself, thank you very much.

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batmanisagatewaydrug · 9 months

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hello sex witch

this might be long and ramble a bit but i’ll try to keep it succinct.

so i’ve always thought that the concept of polyamory and having multiple partners sounded nice in the abstract, i don’t really date a lot so it hasn’t come up but i figured it was sort of a thing that most people would be open to or like the idea of (like me). this was until today when i saw someone objecting to the notion of being in a throuple or polyamorous relationship. i didn’t know that was a thing people did. i just thought we all wanted to date lots of people if given the opportunity. the fact that the other people in the couple were a man and a woman didn’t deter me. i’m now considering the fact that i might not be quite as heterosexual as previously assumed.

when i considered sexuality before it was always a clear cut “yeah girls because i know i like girls” and also maybe that sex with dick seemed sort of weird, but upon further consideration it might just be that i think all sex is sort of weird.

and now i’m not sure what to do about this, i don’t think that experimenting with people is right because i would feel so shit about it because they’re people and also the fact that i have some strong anxiety about sex in general. someone seeing my naked body makes me feel a little sick. and also i’ve never had sex so don’t really know how sexual attraction is supposed to feel or what i would do with myself if the occasion (sex) was to arise. i feel sort of similar / the same when thinking about sex with both men and women.

i’m unsure if it’s all a desire for close male friendship or if i might be a little gay.

tldr i might be polyamorous and attracted to men after a good 19 years of staunchly Not Thinking About It. would appreciate advice or help.

i guess this isn’t as much a question as more of a asking for advice. this might not even be in your wheelhouse considering the sort of tangential connection to sex. sorry if not

hey anon,

boy, this one is a real buffet. it's legitimately very hard to decide where to start with this, but I'm going to do my best.

let's get this one out of the way first and foremost: if you're into guys that's totally fine. love that for you. if sex with men is something you ever want to explore I would encourage thinking bigger than the stigma that's currently associated with "experimenting." it has a very dehumanizing connotation, but there's no reason that trying out a new kind of sex has to be a cold or impersonal experience! it's fine to approach someone, either via the apps or in real life (honestly! the latter is better!) and be up-front about what your interests and intent are. people have sex without intending to form long-term partnerships all the time; it's literally fine and a thing that many people enjoy doing. so, like, this is my endorsement for respectful, mutually-informed experimentation lmao.

but hey, listen: I don't think that having sex with men is actually, like, a pressing issue for you, based on everything else you've told me here. it doesn't sound like sex is really a huge part of your life, and honestly that's great! it doesn't seem like sex would be great for you right now! can I point to some reasons why?

i think all sex is sort of weird

i have some strong anxiety about sex in general

someone seeing my naked body makes me feel a little sick

[I] don’t really know how sexual attraction is supposed to feel or what i would do with myself if the occasion (sex) was to arise

all of these are, like, perfectly fine things to feel, and also they are pretty good indicators that it's probably for the best that you're not having sex right now. genuinely I do Not do this lightly, because I have a whole thing in my FAQ about not wanting to tell other people their orientations, but has the possibility occurred to you that you might not experience sexual attraction at all? you can like people of all kinds of genders but not want to have sex with them.

let's maybe just take sex off the table altogether while we explore this "maybe you're a little gay" thing, alright? because it seems like that's just going to stress you out a needless amount. what if instead of thinking about having sex with guys, you give some thought to dating guys, forming romantic connections, doing things together that aren't having sex. would you date a guy? I mean, hell, would you date a girl? would you date anyone? does that sound good to you? it's nice to actually interrogate these things; the worst thing that can happen is that you get to know yourself a little more clearly.

you can date and love people without ever having sex with them. does that sound fun for you?

this is the most important thing: you're not under, like, any obligation to figure this out immediately or even soon. take your time, you know? there's no correct timeline for this and self-discovery is perpetual.

also hey listen this one isn't, like, bad and I'm certainly not addressing it as a problem but PLEASE I have to know where you grew up that you didn't realize that most people are actually not polyamorous. are you perhaps the spawn of the greater Seattle area polycule?

#sex edventures 2023

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fluffydavey · 1 year

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Confessing when the other is sleeping? Maybe Jack being the one who's confessing?

little romantic gestures || prompts

It's a rare Saturday night where Jack's convinced Davey to stay the night at the lodgings, and they're lying in Jack's already too-small bed, Davey crouching over to try and fit into it. Crutchie is blissfully snoring across from them, but Jack's in no mood to fall asleep.

Davey, on the other hand, looks exhausted. "This reminds me of when Sarah used to come into mine and Les' room when we were younger. We used to make up these stories, and we'd put on funny voices and accents and we'd get in trouble because his giggling would wake our parents up."

Jack's listening intently, easily imagining the Jacobs siblings fitting in perfectly with his idea of the perfect family. He's been over a few times, overwhelmed by the kindness offered by both of Davey's parents and his sister, and he thinks he would have been jealous beforehand, but how could he be when he's been told by Meyer and Esther so many times he was always welcome, and always had enough food put aside whenever he showed up unannounced. "I didn't know you can do accents."

"It's one of my many hidden talents that you have yet to uncover," Davey yawns, and god, Jack is so in love with him. Davey shuts his eyes, still whispering to Jack as he clearly tries to fight off sleep. "Used to make up these magical kingdoms and I would be the bad guy, and Sarah would be the princess that saved the day. He loved it."

"Maybe I'll draw it for you, to give to Les for his birthday," he suggests, and Davey responds with a sleepy smile, nodding his head, inching to get more space. Davey is killing him, he's inching closer to Jack instinctively, and it's taking everything in him not to reach out and hold onto him.

He's about to tell Davey to finally go to sleep, that they can keep talking tomorrow, but that's when he hears the sounds of Davey's soft breathing, and Jack can tell he's out for the count. Davey's been busier than usual with schoolwork, and Jack should feel guilty for stealing Davey away on a night he can catch up on some rest, but he's selfish and he wants to spend as much time with the other boy as possible.

He's aware that he's now watching Davey sleep, which is kind of insane, but he can't look away. Davey looks peaceful, and he wishes he could reach up to grab his pencils so he can remember this moment forever, but he doesn't want to wake Davey up so he doesn't risk it.

Jack knows he should sleep, he'll be exhausted hawking papes with his selling partners tomorrow, but he can't stop watching Davey. It's dangerous, he knows he shouldn't be thinking about his new friend like this, but sometimes he thinks he might have a chance, when he catches Davey watching him from afar, no longer afraid to break eye contact with him.

"Davey?" he whispers, and waits for a response. Instead, he's met with silence. He thinks he might explode if he doesn't get these words out sooner rather than later, and his tired mind rationalises his next move. "I wish I could fall asleep by your side some more, and wake up next to you. I want to spend every minute of the day with you and I don't know what it is, but you're all I can think about whenever you're not near me. It's scaring me how much I care about you."

His heart his pounding, and he's afraid Davey can hear it, when he hears movement from the bed opposite him and he nearly falls out of bed in a mix of surprise and horror.

"Hey Jack," Crutchie whispers, and Jack refuses to turn around, afraid now that someone's heard his stupid ramblings. "You should tell him when he wakes up. I think he feels the same."

"Crutchie I -" he begins, but he doesn't even know what to say. "I don't want to mess anything up."

"You won't know if you don't try," Crutchie responds, stretching his tired limbs. "Now shut up and let me sleep."

Jack shuts his eyes, drifting off to sleep with endless possibilities playing in his mind.

#jack kelly #davey jacobs #crutchie morris #my writing

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definitelynotafurinasimp · 2 years

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Hello :D hope you've had a good day! I was wondering if I could request going to a festival with Ei and Yoimiya?

Going on a festival with them

characters: Ei/Yoimiya/Kujou Sara x gn!reader (seperate)

a/n: I like this request, it's simple, but cute. I decided to include Sara, mostly because of her small quests during the festival event this version.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Ei often heard people talk about the different festivals in Inazuma, most of them overwhelmingly positive. People seemed to really look forwards to the next one and whenever the time had come, there would be nothing else they would talk about. She of course knew what festivals were, but to say that she had ever attended one would be far from the truth. And so, as her partner and the person responsible for teaching Ei about all possible human customs and inventions that had popped up over the last 500 years, you decided to invite her to one.

Most stall owners had expected a few notable guests to buy something, it was an important festival after all, but having the Archon of Inazuma as their customer was something not even, they would have imagined. Their nervousness and urge to show their god the best things they could offer came with many pros for you. You didn’t have to worry about getting scammed or being sold items of less quality and you got huge discounts, sometimes the owners of shops selling sweets would even let the two of you taste their food for free, and while you didn’t want to exploit their kindness too much, feeling as if it would be immoral, not taking them up on their offer at all would be a shame.

Your eyes glanced at every sign there was, searching for an interesting place to take Ei next. You could go to another sweet shop, she certainly wouldn’t mind and the possibility of getting a discount made that whole idea even more tempting, but it wouldn’t be anything new. The whole reason you took Ei with you was to show her different stalls, not just food vendors, and so, when your eyes finally landed on the fortune slip stall, you immediately started dragging her in its direction.

“Have you ever drawn fortune slips?”, you asked Ei after finally arriving at the stall before drawing one, leaving it closed for the time being.

“No, but I have seen others do it from time to time. Although I must confess that I don’t understand the reason behind doing so”, she explained, causing you to get excited. You were going to witness your god’s first-time drawing fortune slips, the thought may not be something too thrilling for others, but you, with your love for the small pieces of papers, couldn’t await to see what she would draw.

“It’s basically a form of gambling, but there’s not really anything to lose”, you began explaining the whole concept to her, finding yourself a bit surprised to see her intently listening up until the end. Most people would get bored of your rambling half-way through, but you seemed to have managed to catch her interest.

“But if it doesn’t really matter what you draw, why do it in the first place?”, Ei responded, obviously still being a bit confused about it. But you decided that the fun of drawing them, wasn’t something words alone would be able to convey, and so urged her to draw one herself, only to open them at the same time.

“I got modest fortune, what did you get?”, you didn’t waste any time asking once you finished reading through yours, only to see her continue to stare at hers for a few more seconds before finally diverting her attention back to you.

“Can I draw again?”, she asked the Shrine Maiden, only for her to nod and hand her another one, probably only doing so because she was talking to her archon. You quickly got in the way, preventing her from drawing one again before taking Ei’s and reading it yourself.

“Ei, nothing bad is going to happen just because you drew misfortune. Like I said, they don’t magically determine how your day is going to go”, you tried to tell her, only for her to shake her head a bit.

“I know, but drawing it still makes me feel disappointed”, she answered as honest as ever.

“We can come again tomorrow, maybe you’ll get a better one then”, you offered, only for Ei to agree much quicker than you anticipated.

From that day onwards, drawing fortune slips together became a sort of daily ritual between the two of you.

Yoimiya

Being Yoimiya’s s/o meant that there wouldn’t be a single festival you didn’t attend, she loved them after all and would make sure to drag you along every time, if not for the stalls and shops, then at least for the fireworks at the end. It wasn’t like you had anything to complain about, going to festivals was something you enjoyed very much, being able to visit that many shops without having to go a large distance wasn’t something you would be able to do every day, and seeing how proud and happy Yoimiya would be whenever the fireworks began, was a sight that you would never get tired of.

Visiting festivals with Yoimiya inadvertently meant checking out every single game stall possible, no matter what it was, you would have tried it at the end of the evening, but it made fun, so it wasn’t like you were going to complain and it wasn’t like you had planned to do anything else. When you were a child, you dragged your parents through the whole festival to do the same, so the only thing that changed, was that you had a playmate that didn’t either crush you without mercy or let you win out of pity.

Just when you had thought that the two of you had visited every single stall available, you felt Yoimiya pulling you in a different direction once more, only to stop in front of a goldfish scooping attraction. What followed, was you having the struggle of your life, trying to scoop a single goldfish, while Yoimiya seemed to catch one after another, seemingly being a pro at this. She only slowed down, when you reminded her that you would have to take care of all the fishes she managed to win, the realisation of how much fish food she would have to potentially buy, making her secretly put a few goldfishes back, not that the stall owner cared that much, since they had already started to worry about loosing all of them to her.

“I think we should bring them home first, I don’t know about you, but I’m not too thrilled about carrying them around for the rest of the festival”, you suggested while walking side by side Yoimiya, both of you holding a waterfilled bag with one goldfish each in your hands, you had eventually managed to scoop one, while she put most of hers back. Yoimiya instantly agreed, only to start staring at her newly won fish, seemingly thinking about something.

“How are you going to name yours?”, she eventually asked, catching you off guard, but when you looked at her with a nothing but confusion on your face, she repeated her question. “What are you going to name your goldfish?”

“Hmm… Goldy, maybe”, you eventually answered, only for Yoimiya to burst out into laughter for a second.

“What a creative name”, she playfully teased you, but when you asked her what she intended to call hers, she let out a nervous laugh. “Well, I planned on calling them Goldy too, but you were quicker, so I’ll have to think about a new name”, she admitted, causing the both of you to start laughing.

“What about Fishy?”, you eventually suggested through your laughter, only to continue laughing afterwards.

They may not have been the most creative names, but Goldy and Fishy became your new pets.

Kujou Sara

Sara didn’t attend festivals to have fun, but it was her duty to watch over them to make sure that there wouldn’t be any illegal business happening behind the scenes. Or so she insisted upon, but you couldn’t help but notice how her duty would coincidentally make her station herself around stalls selling Raiden Shogun Merchandise. If confronted by you, she would always deny being interested in them, while never failing once to correct you, whenever you called the Statue of Her Excellency, the Almighty Narukami Ogosho, God of Thunder something such disrespectful as a Figurine.

Nonetheless, the two of you quickly formed a silent pact. Sara would accidentally leave a bit of money on the desk each morning, causing you to take it and buy Raiden Shogun Merchandise for yourself before Sara would lecture you about using other people’s money to buy yourself something and confiscate the merchandise. It was obvious for almost everybody that she simply sent you to buy it so she wouldn’t be seen doing the same, but that didn’t stop her from insisting otherwise.

When you walked downstairs to the kitchen, intending on making yourself breakfast, you were greeted by Sara already standing there, with her arms folded. You quickly greeted her before trying to go past her, only for her to position herself in between you and the entrance.

“Do you need something Sara? Did I talk in my sleep? Are you angry at me?”, you immediately bombarded her with questions, going through all the reasons for her behaviour you could think of, only for her to hold eye contact for a few moments before finally looking away.

“There’s a festival today, and there will be a stall selling Statues of Her Excellency. Don’t you even dare think about buying one again”, even though her words would suggest something completely different, her emphasizing made it obvious what she wanted you to do.

“Okay… where’s the shop? I’m asking so I don’t accidentally walk past it and get overwhelmed by my urges to buy one”, you asked, your voice still making it obvious how tired you were without your tea. When Sara noticed, she stepped to the side, making it possible for you to go and brew yourself one.

What followed seemed more like a briefing for a mission than a warning not to do something, with Sara going so far as to name you the exact price for the statue you weren’t supposed to buy. Sometimes you wondered why she felt the need to uphold the act when it was just the two of you around, since she got more open about almost everything else, but you decided that you weren’t going to ask, realising that it was probably her pride keeping her from being honest.

“That’s good to hear, but I think you won’t have to worry about it today”, you eventually stated, instantly catching her attention. “I have work today, so I won’t be able to visit the festival in the first place.”

“W-well, that’s even better. At least I won’t have to worry about it”, she stuttered out while trying her best to sound as confident as possible, even though it became clear how she was starting to panic on the inside. But when you couldn’t handle seeing her stare blankly into the air, trying to find a way to get her hands on the statue, you let out a sigh, making her divert her attention back to you.

“Now that I think of it, work starts late today, so maybe I’ll get to visit it in the morning”, you thought out loud, making Sara visibly relax.

“Well, do what you want. But don’t buy anything unnecessary”, she ordered before turning around and leaving for work, accidentally leaving behind exactly enough money to buy one of the figurines.

#genshin x you #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin x y/n #genshin impact x reader #ei x reader #raiden shogun x reader #baal x reader #ei x y/n #ei x you #yoimiya x you #yoimiya x y/n #yoimiya x reader #kujou sara x you #kujou sara x reader

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aiden-png · 3 years

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Soft fluff of Red asking Vio what he's reading/researching and Vio goes on a rant. Red probably doesn't understand fully, but has this fond smile on his face as he see's how passionate he is.

omggg Red asking Vio to explain something or tell him about the research just so he can make heart eyes at Vio bc nerdy rambling is adorable. doesn’t bother him that he doesn’t understand the intricacies of dark magic, he just likes seeing Vio passionate about something he loves!

#red/vio #red link #vio link #four swords #fsa #thanks anon!#I am Red AND Vio in this scenario omfg XD #the only thing as fun as watching your partner ramble about smth they love #is being the one rambling and having your partner listen intently and tell you how cute you are >u<#also tho high school tutor AU with math and Red pretends not to understand an equation so Vio will lean closer and write on his paper hhgjfh #Red is super smart but there are different kinds of smart!! Vio is booksmart and Red is people smart #Shadow is STREET SMARTS LKJFDSKJFKLDSJLF #prompt

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erwinsvow · 3 years

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𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 | 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧

author's note: sorry i just cannot stop writing headcanons! it's my favorite thing to write. i really hope everyone enjoys these, they include things from these two works of mine as well :) -shea

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧

very much the involved boyfriend

once you guys finally start dating, he just immediately wants you guys to merge lives and share friends, even though that’s not a simple process

but it’s really because he cares about you so deeply he doesn’t want there to be a part of his life that you’re just not involved in

therefore; very involved

you guys manage your schedules together and plan out dinners and dates in advance

he mostly really likes having something to look forward too, like time with you

the kind of boyfriend that remembers little stuff you say here and there

like if you mention your mom’s birthday is coming up, he’ll ask later what you’re getting her and suggest some ideas. probably would send your mom flowers too to earn brownie points

or if you have a stressful week with exams and papers, he’ll stop by randomly with coffee and a snack and a hug

i honestly don’t see jean as the kind of boyfriend to start/carry on a fight, because he would hate knowing that you two are upset with each other. so i think any fights would be resolved pretty quickly

if one did happen to go over night or last a few days, he would definitely apologize first and bring you flowers, even if you were the one who started it

honestly though, with a guy like jean, what is there to fight about

overall, just a super caring boyfriend that makes the little stuff the memorable stuff

𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭

the! best! boyfriend! ever!

i see armin as the ideal caring boyfriend

he just really likes to have someone to take care of, and he is also really touched that someone trusts him enough to ensure their heart to him

so he takes every measure to make sure he’s being the best partner he can be

a lot of emotional sharing, and i feel like would happen pretty early on as well

only because he is so trustworthy and you know you can tell him everything on your mind, even stuff that you maybe haven’t told anyone else

this just makes your relationship progress even further. you two are the couple that has been dating for a month but knows they are going to be together for a long time

speaking of, you are the mom and the dad of the friend group, which is so adorable but calls for a lot of teasing from your friends

but armin knows he’s going to marry you one day, so he just laughs when eren cracks another joke about it

𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐧

i’ll be real, this relationship is definitely not the easiest

reiner definitely loves you, don’t get me wrong, but a big part of him probably thinks he doesn’t deserve someone like you to care about him

which isn’t easy in a relationship because i feel like he would try and distance himself from getting too attached in the beginning

maybe he just thinks you’re going to see through him and realize you don’t want this anymore (which is not true at all, but just his intrusive thoughts)

i think you would try to reassure him about your feelings and how much you want this relationship, but then he feels like you shouldn’t have to reassure him, and that you shouldn’t be in the kind of relationship where you have to reassure the person. basically he thinks you deserve someone better, and you know that there is no one better for you

eventually i think this reaches a breaking point. through a lot of angst and honesty and tears, you two finally work it out

i think after clearing things up, things take a huge turn for the better

he definitely learns that there’s nothing wrong with being a relationship where you have to take care of each other, and he’s definitely thankful that you continued to stand by him

so sorry about this angst, but on the bright side, this man would be such a devoted boyfriend

his friends definitely make fun of him for looking at you like you hung the stars and moon in the sky

i also think all this angst would lead to you two being really open and vulnerable with each other, which is really important to him

also definitely a mama’s boy and can’t wait to introduce you to her

just like armin, he knows you’re gonna be his wife someday

𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫

even though i think it would take eren a long time to settle down and commit to a healthy, long-term relationship, once he does, he would be a great boyfriend

he is a really caring guy, and i feel like part of his hesitance is about opening up to someone if they’re just gonna leave

but i think he can tell early on that this would be different

i have a feeling his love language is quality time, and so you two are always planning little things together

he especially loves last-minute, impromptu dates that arise from a random thought

like he’ll grab two sandwiches and take you to the beach at sunset, even if you just got home or had something to get done

or knock on your door at midnight and take you to the nearest roof to stargaze together

i feel like eren is the boyfriend who becomes your closest friend over time

you guys go to each other first when you need to rant or talk or babble endlessly

it’s an interesting dynamic but it works well for you guys

the kind of bf that people assume he’s a single bachelor and will stay that way forever, or people don’t believe that he’s settled down, and then when they see you two together they’re shocked

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭

you and marco have the most wholesome relationship

if i had to picture anyone whose relationship feels like the honeymoon phase even after a whole year, it is marco

he has a habit of making every small date, every meeting or interaction just feel so special, like every day is a special occasion

the kind of boyfriend who gets you a promise ring early on with every intention of replacing it with an engagement ring and wedding band one day

a big moment for him is introducing you to his friends! he knows they’ll love you, and he just wants you to meet the other most important people in his life

especially you and jean, this boy would be on cloud nine seeing you two get along so well. makes him super happy and teary-eyed

the responsible bf who takes care of everything for you, even little, everyday things so you don’t have to worry about it

like making sure there’s a cup of water on the nightstand when you go to bed, or setting an extra alarm to make sure you don’t oversleep, or reminding you about a deadline

overall just <3 boyfriend marco

𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

the nonchalant, cool boyfriend who has to hide how sappy he actually is

pretends like he’s not nervous as all hell on your first date. acts like you leaning into him on the walk back home, or kissing his cheek at your doorstep before you say good night isn’t giving him heart palpitations.

also majorly touch-starved. after you two really open up to each other, which happens way sooner than he expected, it’s hard for him to keep his hands away from you.

he’s reserved in public, a simple arm around you waist or hands interlaced while you guys are out

but when you’re in the privacy of your home, it’s almost instinctual for him to pull you close

he loves when you lay your head on his chest, but nothing compares to when you let him lay his head on yours.

you stroke his hair and sit in silence, appreciating the quiet mumble of the television and the sound of each other breathing

always falls asleep like this, and he’s never been much of a nap guy, but ever since he met you, he’s reformed

not to mention your skin is always so warm and soft, and his is always on the colder side, so he’s just drawn to you

also i see him as the kind of guy who proposes out of nowhere, like you aren’t expecting it at all after a quiet dinner together at home, you’re getting up to grab dessert and he pulls out a ring

“how about dessert and naps for as long as we both shall live?”

𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐝

once again, pock tries to put on a tough facade but we all know he’s just a softie on the inside

in fact, it’s a little while into your relationship that you notice him softening up with you, trying less hard to seem like someone else and getting more comfortable around you

you definitely don’t mention it, because you don’t want him to realize how you’ve been noticing it lately, but it definitely makes your chest feel warm and fuzzy at the thought of him being more himself

it’s not long at all before you can’t even see any semblance of that tough guy you met for the first time

the kind of whipped boyfriend that carries your bags when you go shopping, grabs your coffee order on the way to visit you, and likes to have quiet nights in more than going out

your favorite memories with him include watching rom-coms and munching on popcorn in his apartment, everyone else out and about on a saturday night

the leftover pizza is sitting on the counter, and you turn to go put it away when you notice pock teary-eyed at the movie!

yes, this boy cries at sappy romantic movies and you regret ever putting on the notebook that one night because you wanted to get laid after and that just did not happen because he was crying too much

but also just treats you so right and has every intention of being the best boyfriend he can, doesn’t ever want to do anything to hurt you and is highkey very glad he met you and has someone to be so open and comfortable with!

𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

can you spell boyfriend material.

the most comforting, wholesome boyfriend in the world. you actually can’t believe he’s single when you guys meet for the first time, because there’s just no way.

this is the take him home to meet your parents guy, introduce him to your friends right away guy because you know it’s serious

i talked about how bertholdt is the bf who just listens to your talks and rambles for as long as you need to, and always offers advice and sweet words, but he really does take it to the next level

lets you cry it out when you need to, rubbing your back and hair softly and not minding when his shirt is covered in tears

or alternatively lets you rant about your annoying professor or a terribly rude stranger or whatever else is plaguing your mind today

texts you every day asking how you’re doing, always calls you before bed if you guys aren’t together

he just has the ability to make you feel so heard and seen

and of course you never forget to take care of him, as well. it makes for a really comfortable dynamic.

very easy to imagine spending the rest of your life with him despite the fact that he has kicked you off the bed multiple times in his sleep

𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡

alternatively, husband material

takes all of five minutes into having a conversation with him to realize this is a responsible, mature guy

which are usually far and few between

i’d like to think he’s similar to marco in the way that he likes to make sure things are taken care for you, he likes to get things off of your shoulders even though you feel like you should be doing it for him instead

this translates to a lot of checking in phone calls, making sure you’ve eaten dinner and haven’t skipped meals because of your busy schedule

always makes time for you and especially loves having date nights every saturday, it’s wonderful when you haven’t been able to see him all week

anyways, you get engaged and married so fast bc you just had to snatch him up

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sugars-fluffy-escapes · 2 years

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The Five (And several more) ND Love Languages: Infodumping (with some echolalia)

ND!Spencer Reid x ND!reader

SFW; fluff through and through

Words: 1499

Summary - The resident ND couple of the BAU spend some quality time relaxing at home and indulging each others' infodumps.

Warnings: Just a whole lot of cuteness, some happy stimming, and a little bit of tickling

DISCLAIMER: This fic is inspired by my experiences as a neurodivergent individual when it comes to infodumping and echolalia. Not everyone who's neurodivergent experiences what the reader in this story experiences.

Spencer listened intently as his partner rambled on about their love of the movie, "Fantastic Mr. Fox." They'd mentioned how much they adored stop motion films and Spencer had suggested the two curl up under blankets and watch one for a night in movie date. After Y/N had a bit of a dilemma with which film to show Spencer first, they were finally able to select the movie after using a randomizer.

"One of my favorite things about this movie is the color scheme throughout," Y/N said with a smile. "The warm tones are just so soothing and I love how consistent they are in every scene, even when it's night time. I feel so cozy, and bubbly, and warm. I just realized I stim a lot during this movie."

"You know, warm colors tend to be ones more associated with energy and feelings of happiness, so given this movie is one hour and eighty-seven minutes of warm tones, it makes sense that you stim a lot," Spencer interjected, a grin forming on his face when he saw that the tables had turned and Y/N had become the one listening intently, both of them stimming in different ways with their hands. "Not to mention, it's a movie you love."

"That makes perfect sense, Spencer,"

Y/N affirmed.

Spencer chuckled, before his smile faded as he began to ponder. "Y/N, there's something I've been meaning to point out for a while. I noticed it the very first day we met."

He saw the slight change in Y/N's expression and knew they were nervous as to what it might be. They weren't sure if it would be a good thing or a bad thing and it made them nervous. The genius was quick to reassure them, and gently offered his hand to them, which they accepted. The gesture was not one Y/N ever took for granted.

"It's nothing bad, button, I promise. It's just that," Spencer paused when his smile grew wider, "out of everyone at the bureau, you've been the one person who's never interrupted or stopped me from rambling or sharing so much information in a short amount of time. You always look intrigued and interested to hear what I have to share."

"Because I am," Y/N stated. "Spence, I've infodumped my whole life, and for a long time it felt so embarrassing. Then, I met you, and I began to feel comfortable and less embarrassed about it. You helped me to feel okay with it just by talking to me. Plus... you were the first teammate I told about being neurodivergent... Albeit unintentionally, via oversharing infodump, but your reassurance helped me feel better about telling the rest of the team. N-Not to mention, you being neurodivergent too just makes me feel so safe when I'm around you."

When Y/N heard the sound of Foxy whistling on screen, the beginning of his trademark, they made the clicking sound that followed in time with him, before repeating the sound a few seconds later. Spencer smiled, still holding their hand, before inviting them to lean on him, opening his arms. His partner happily accepted.

"Y/N?"

"Hm?" Y/N looked up at him, averting their eyes a couple times before returning their gaze back to his.

He knew Y/N had struggles with eye contact and he never took it personally when they broke said contact, wanting them to feel as comfortable as possible. Spencer understood wholeheartedly that it was difficult for them. He gently lifted their hand and gave it a quick kiss. "I love you."

"I love you too, bookworm."

They grew too shy to continue eye contact and briefly hid their face in his shirt, a gesture that never failed to melt their boyfriend's heart.

"Did you know that what is believed to be the first film made using the stop motion animation technique was from 1898?" Spencer questioned, grinning the moment he saw Y/N's head lift up, their eyes bright and a smile on their lips.

"I didn't," they answered. "Please continue."

"Apparently it was a film called 'The Humpty Dumpty Circus.' All that's left of it are still images. It's also possible that said stills were in fact not from a film but instead photos of a popular early 20th century children's toy set," Spencer elaborated.

"A toy set..." Y/N repeated. "Did I ever tell you that I used to make mini stop motion animations with my toy sets? I remember, my friend had this book about animation and some tutorials for how to make certain ones. I'm sure we still have some that we made somewhere. I once made one out of clay about a marshmallow prince and princess."

When they saw the look on Spencer's face at their words, they couldn't stop their giggle. He chuckled in response. "Marshmallow prince and princess?"

"Mhm~"

"I hope I can see that stop motion of yours someday."

"Perhaps."

When Spencer playfully raised his eyebrow, Y/N began laughing harder, and soon enough he'd begun to laugh as well, and that laughter only grew as the two went back and forth repeating the single word.

"Perhaps?" Spencer poked his partner's side and grinned when they squeaked and giggled.

"Peheherhaps... Perhahaps~" Y/N hummed. "I love you. That isn't a perhaps, that's a definite and it bears repeating. I love you."

"I love you too. It absolutely bears repeating," Spencer stated, kissing the top of their head. "I love you too, butterfly."

"Wanna watch Coraline tomorrow?" Y/N asked curiously, quietly reciting another movie line under their lips.

"I'd love to. The book was a fascinating read," Spencer answered. "I haven't seen the movie."

"I've seen the movie, but I haven't seen the book- read the book. Son of a bitch, I hate when that happens," Y/N huffed. "'Seen the book...'"

"It's okay," Spencer assured them. "If you'd like, I could read the book to you."

"Yes, please. I love your voice."

That compliment flustered him and he smiled brightly. Y/N grew embarrassed by their own statement and sat up from their boyfriend's arms.

"That was awkward and weird to say, w-wasn't it...?" Y/N asked quietly, partially hiding behind their hand before proceeding to hide their face completely with both. "I-I'm sorry... I-I..."

"Hey," Spencer said softly, sitting up and gently moving Y/N's hands from their face.

"I-I'm embarrassed... It j-just... I..."

"Please don't be embarrassed. I-I'm flattered, Y/N. It means a lot that you find comfort in my voice."

"R-Really?"

"Yes, really," Spencer affirmed, poking their nose.

"Really really?" Y/N repeated with a smile.

"Really. Really. Really!" Spencer emphasized the repeated words with quick pokes to his partner's sides, grinning when they giggled before wrapping his arms around them, allowing himself to fall back onto the cushions as they squeaked and fell onto him.

"Spehencer!" They whined.

"Yes, snugglebutton?"

"S-Snuhugglebutton!?"

"Mhm~ You're my snugglebutton~"

"Shhshshh!"

"Say it~"

"Nohoho."

Without hesitation, Spencer lightly spidered his fingers over Y/N's back, making them shriek with laughter. "Nononohoho! Thahahat ihihihisn't fahahahair!"

"Tickling is perfectly fair. I know how giddy and happy it makes you~" They buried their face in his shirt and kicked their legs, letting out short screams when he rapidly poked at different parts of their back. "Come on, Y/N~"

"Okahahahaaayyyy! IhI'm youhouhour snuhugglebuhuhutton..."

Spencer laughed softly and stilled his hands. "Mhm."

Y/N grew shy again, resting their head on his chest and gazing at the screen. As Kylie interrupted Foxy talking about the dangers of looking a beagle in the eyes, Y/N recited along without missing a beat.

"Yeah? Well first of all, one of these beagles has chronic rabies which he's on medication for and if you get bit by him you have to get shots in your stomach for six months, and second-"

Spencer glanced at Y/N with the biggest grin on his face. "Listen I'm not gonna justify this to you, just pay attention and stop interrupting me. I'm taping this."

Y/N noticed Spencer was looking at them and felt their ears heat up a bit. "S-Sorry," they squeaked sheepishly.

"Y/N, you don't need to apologize. That was so cute," Spencer chuckled. "I'm just admiring you."

"S-Spencer..."

"Recite away, button," Spencer encouraged. "Recite away."

"Recite away?"

"Recite away~"

"Recite away~!"

They would never ever get tired of nights like that one, in the arms of their favorite person in the whole world, happily rambling and infodumping to each other, occasionally going into cycles of echolalia, and musing about their love for each other as they spent time together.

"Did you know they used soap and plastic for the flames in this film?"

"I did not, but I do now," Spencer muttered with a bright smile.

"And plastic wrap to make the water."

"Absolutely fascinating how they make it look so real."

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Surprise drabble!!! More ND reader and this time, ND!Spencer too 💜 There will be a lot more t-words in future drabbles. I just felt this one was perfect with a little bit. (This GIF- Look at his eyes 🥺 and that smile 😭)

#ler!spencer reid #ler!spencer #tickle fic #ticklish!reader #nd!spencer reid #lee!reader #nd!reader #neurodivergent!reader #neurodivergent tickle fic #ND tickle fic #sfw tickle fic #tickle fluff #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid tickle fic

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floorbe · 3 years

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Kazuichi, Byakuya, Shuichi, Nagito, Hajime, Taka, Sonia & Mondo headcanons with a partner who is the Ultimate Dreamer? As in they have a HUGE imagination and creativity. They always ramble about ideas, are easily distracted/zone out a lot and get very emotional when an idea for a story or art piece doesn't go according to plan? I know that's a lot of people so you don't have to do them all, i'm sorry

ofc!! its not too many ppl at all, dw!!!

Kazuichi Souda

-He’s right on your wavelength!

-He’s got a crazy amount of creativity, too, so he’s right there with you and egging on your ideas!!

-He even adds on to them if you want! He’s got a lot of suggestions for everything

-He also asks for suggestions from you when he’s blocked for ideas on what to build/examine next

-At first he’s kind of offended when you keep getting distracted while he’s talking, but once he realizes it doesn’t mean you’re not interested, he’s cool!

-Has no problem repeating what he said, even if he has to do it twenty times in one conversation

-Kazuichi can completely empathize with getting emotional when something doesn’t turn out right

-He gets the same way when it’s his own creations, so he knows exactly how you feel and how to help

-“Hey, Y/N, don’t worry about it, okay?! We can always try again! Plus, I think this turned out pretty damn cool, anyway...”

-He’s always encouraging you and complimenting all of your works, even the ones you don’t think are up to par. And he genuinely means everything he says

-You can count on him to always be there to motivate you to try again or move onto the next project

Byakuya Togami

-He’s honestly really impressed with how creative you are

-You’ll probably never know genuinely how much, because the most he’ll say is a “That’s quite an idea, Y/N”

-He’s going to get frustrated at first if you zone out often, so bear with him as he gets over himself a bit

-Once he does get more used to it, he’ll just sigh and repeat what he said. It isn’t much better than before, but at least he’s not rolling his eyes with a snarky reply anymore

-He kind of... nitpicks your ideas? He doesn’t mean it in a harmful way, he just wants to add on in his own way. He’ll add on his own suggestions for a more practical and successful approach

-He’s actually a pretty good listener, though you’ll mostly get hums and grunts as responses as he doesn’t have much to add onto your thoughts

-If you’re a writer, he’s fully willing to proof read your stuff! He won’t say that, of course, but you can tell by how quickly he gives in when you ask him

-When you get emotional that something didn’t go right, he’ll walk past you and take a look at it himself

-“...This turned out well, Y/N. Our minds expectations are always higher than what we can accomplish; or, you’re your own worst critic, as they say.”

Shuichi Saihara

-He’s amazed with how many ideas you have?? It seems like you never run out, and he’s so interested in hearing every one

-He doesn’t really have much to add on (and he kinda feels like he’s imposing by suggesting stuff) but if you ask he’s more than happy to give his own thoughts!

-Doesn’t mind you zoning out at all! He actually starts picking up on the signs that you are and either 1. catches your attention again or 2. gives you a minute before going on

-When you start getting emotional over something that didn’t turn out quite right, he’s right there beside you to ride it out with you

-“I-I think it’s amazing, Y/N, really!” and he does! But he knows what it’s like to not meet your own expectations, so he tries his best to be there for you

-And when you eventually pick up the motivation to start a new piece/work on your project again, he’s right there supporting you

Nagito Komaeda

-He’s astounded by how many ideas you have, and he wants to know about every single one

-This man is one of the best listeners you’ll ever meet

-He’s dead silent while you talk unless you want him to add stuff in or ask questions, in which he’s got you, too!

-He loves watching you work, and will gladly sit by you for hours just chilling

-Doesn’t mind at all if you zone out, but he may take it way too personally in a self hatred way, so make sure to reassure him it’s not because of him

-He’s so, so supportive of everything you make!

-He really does not understand how you could think that something didn’t turn out well, because “everything you do is amazing, my love!”

-He’s got so many compliments for every project you work on. It’s almost too much, but later on in the relationship he knows when to pull back

-If you’re a painter, he’d love to paint with you!! He has no qualms about getting messy, and he loves spending time with you!

Hajime Hinata

-He loves listening to all of your thoughts and ideas!!

-Secretly kinda jealous of how big your imagination is, but he won’t tell you that

-He doesn’t have much to weigh in tbh, he just likes listening, but he’ll give suggestions if you want!

-Tbh he zones out a lot, too, so he totally understands you! He’ll just gently snap your attention back if you ask him to!

-He’s also right by your side when he sees you start to get emotional over a project

-He tries his best to comfort you, mostly by complimenting the piece in question and reassuring you it looks great (and it does!)

-He’ll stick to just comforting you if you don’t want any compliments, tho. He’s a great hugger!

-If you draw, sometimes you’ll catch him sketching in his own little book after watching you draw. He only lets you catch a glimpse of it before he shuts it, but it looked... suspiciously like you?

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

-This man admires you so, so much. He has so much respect for you

-He’s not really an art person, so if your projects are art based he is so enamored by it! If you’ll let him, he’d love to sit in and watch you while you work!

-Your creativity is so fascinating to him. He loves hearing all of your ideas, and loves discussing them with you!

-He’ll try to add in suggestions, but if you want him to just listen he’s fine with that, too

-At first he thinks you’re zoning out because you’re being rude/disrespectful (and he’s a little hurt on the inside at the thought), but once you clarify that that’s not the case at all he’s 100% okay again

-Offers to proof read your stuff if you’re a writer! He may not be that good at creative writing, but he’s damn good at proof reading and editing writings

-He’ll absolutely ask for tips on some of the stuff that he’s interested in if that’s what you also do! (“Y/N, please teach me how to draw the other eye!”)

-He starts picking up on early signs that you’re starting to get emotional over a project, and he’ll rush to your side early to try and help out

-Whether it be by complimenting the piece (which he thinks is just... amazing, really, he doesn’t get how you don’t see that??) or just rubbing your back as you lament over it, he’s right there

Sonia Nevermind

-She’s so excited!!! She loves listening to other people talk about what they’re passionate about!

-She could spend hours just sitting with you and listening to you talk about your new ideas!

-She’ll get so excited if you ask her to weigh in with her opinion, so excited that she may fill up the suggestion with curse words on accident

-She doesn’t mind you zoning out at all! She knows it’s not intentional and she has no problem just catching your attention again and asking where in her sentence you zoned out so she can continue

-Sonia is very observant about the people she cares about, so she can see that you’re starting to get emotional over a piece before you even notice it

-At an instant she’s bringing you water and snacks, suggesting to take a break with her and relax for a bit

-If that doesn’t work, she’ll wrap you up in her arms to comfort you and remind you that even if this didn’t turn out exactly how you wanted, it still turned out amazing in the end, and that is something to be proud of!

Mondo Oowada

-Damn, he’s impressed. How do you have so many ideas up in your head?? He’s astounded with every one tbh!

-Sometimes he asks you for ideas for what he should build next! (He’ll also let you paint his stuff if you want)

-If you paint or draw, please ask him to join you one day. It will be hilarious and endearing (imagine him drawing a hideous stick figure and labelling it as you)

-He likes sitting you in his lap as you talk about your ideas, and he’ll hum as he listens to you; he’s more of a listener

-Doesn’t mind at all if you zone out! He’ll just hum and repeat himself; no harm done! If you’re apologetic, he’ll scoff and reassure you that he does not “fuckin’ care, babe, it’s not a big deal to say something again”

-He can tell if you’re starting to get frustrated by a piece not going according to plan, and he tries to coax you into taking a break before you get too frustrated

-If you still get emotional over it, he’s beside you rubbing your back soothingly and reassuring you that you can try again another time

-Brings you away from the piece to get your mind off of it, whether that be by motorcycle ride, movie, etc., he’s pulling out all the stops

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marauderundercover · 3 years

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Taking Chances Chapter 3: Happy Little Accidents (Identities)

AO3

@maribat-bdbwm

Marinette stared at the man in front of her, trying not to let her jaw drop. Sure she’d seen pictures of Bruce Wayne last night, Adrien made sure she was well educated on the man’s less than ideal fashion choices. But his choice of a sharp suit or his eyes that too closely matched hers weren’t why her jaw dropped. No, her jaw dropped because-

“Batman!” She says, in a wonderful moment of word association added to the man’s height and build. Mr. Wayne’s eyebrow quirks up and Marinette’s face instantly turns bright red as she hears the snickers of her classmates around her. Marinette immediately wishes that they would have left her and gone back to the bus without her, but no such luck. Instead they got to see her embarrass herself in front of her bio dad for the first time. Not that they knew that, but still. It was the principle of the thing.

“I-” Mr. Wayne starts, but she cuts him off.

“Oh, no, oh my god, I’m- no, I’m so, so sorry. I just, you’re- and you- and well yesterday, um, so I just, you seemed really familiar and I saw Batman yesterday so I said it and I shouldn't have and I'm so sorry I'm just freaking out cause my bi- ohhhhh….I mean-” Marinette rambles on, her blush darkening as she tries and fails to let out a coherent sentence in front of the man. She’s mercifully saved by the sharp blare of an akuma alert, the phones of every one of her classmates blaring at the same time. Mr. Wayne and the other employees in the lobby of Wayne Enterprises look confused, but Marinette is relieved.

“What-” Mr. Wayne tries to ask, but is cut off yet again.

“Oh well that’s not good gotta go call Paris-bye!” She yells, rushing away from the group and towards the bathrooms. She groans at the look Kaalki give her when she opens her purse.

“That was a disaster.” They say simply with an unamused face. Marinette groans again.

“Please don’t remind me. Tikki, spots on! Tikki, Kaalki, unify!” Marinette yells before calling a portal and falling into Paris, the awkward situation pushed to the back of her mind while she pours her focus into her Ladybug duties.

---

Bruce Wayne was confused. And worried. But mostly confused. Or, the confusion overweighed the worry until he asked about the alarm on the French class’ phones. That’s when the worry began to take center stage. A supervillian? In Paris? For almost two years? Why was the League not informed?

“Um, would you like to watch the battle, Monsieur Wayne?” A blonde boy asks, holding his phone out and rubbing the back of his neck in a nervous fashion. Bruce studies the boy for a moment and recognizes him as the one who hugged Miss Dupain Cheng the day prior. His daughter. Who is currently living in a city with a supervillain and no League intervention. Nodding, Bruce takes the phone and watches the battle, his horror growing. There was one hero, rushing around the scene, one of her pigtails singed and soot covering her face. What the hell kind of villain was this? And why did the hero look so small? Bruce flinches as the hero, Ladybug the comments called her, is thrown against a building roughly. He waits with baited breath until she stands back up, her face set in a grimace before she went on the offense with a vengenace.

“Who is this villain? I’ve never heard of them?” Bruce asks Adrien, not bothering to look away from the fight.

“I don’t know this one’s name, Akumas all have different names and powers.” Adrien replies. Bruce’ gaze snaps up to meet Adrien’s as his blood runs cold. All. As in, multiple.

“How many villains?” He asks, thankful that his newly discovered daughter is currently in Gotham instead of Paris, a sentiment he never expected with the crime rates of his beloved city.

“Oh, there’s only one villain. Hawkmoth. Akumas are just people who’ve had a bad day.” Adrien explains as if it’s a simple concept.

“And what does that mean?” Bruce asks, feeling frustration creep into his neutral posture.

“It means that what you’re seeing right now is a normal citizen who’s being controlled. Hawkmoth…. He has the power to control anyone who shows an extreme negative emotion. Heartbreak, anger, sadness, lonelines, anything negative can be used against you. We, Paris that is, don’t blame those who were akumatized. They can’t even remember what they did when they were under his control. It wouldn’t be fair to hold them accountable.” Adrien explains, and Bruce can’t help the feeling of complete and total helplessness that rushes over him. If he went to Paris, even with the intention of helping the hero in order to protect his daughter, he could become an even bigger obstacle. He could hurt her. He could hurt others.

“Is that why the Justice League isn’t there?” Bruce asks, slightly amused at Adrien’s face rapidly changing from understanding to shocked.

“I-um, probably? If you want more information, miraculousparis.org or the Ladyblog would be your best places for information.” Adrien offers. Bruce nods, mentally making a note to check out those sites later.

“Very well. Thank you. I hope the rest of your trip to Gotham is enjoyable.” Bruce says, careful not to slip into a threatening tone. The boy hadn’t done anything to him, and while he might want to play the protective father, he knew it wasn’t his right. Not yet, anyways. Now he had a supervillain to destroy from behind the scenes.

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Opening a portal into her hotel room, Marinette sighs tiredly. The battle had been tiring, especially since she was on her own. Chat Noir had some kind of trip that he couldn’t get out of and had aplogized endlessly for it. She had reassured him that she could do it, but now… she knew she could do it but she really missed her partner. Letting both transformations drop, she sighs, relieved that the odd number of girls in their class allowed her to have her own room. Until a gasp filled her ears. She instantly shifts into a fighting position, shoulders tense as she stares at-

“Adrien?!” She yells in shock and confusion. What was he doing? In her hotel room? Without her? How did he even get a key? How was she supposed to explain this? Well, he did know the basics from his time as Aspik but-

“But you’re Multimouse!” Adrien yells before clapping his hand over his mouth, his cheeks instantly turning red. Marinette’s eyes widen.

“How do you know about that?” She asks, panic rushing through her system.

“Oh my god.” Adrien says, his eyes widening as he glances from Marinette to Tikki and back again. “Oh my god.”

“Please don’t tell anyone! I know you don’t owe me anything, but I just really don’t know if I can handle being the center of attention and then my family would be in danger and I know they wouldn’t approve because it’s dangerous and I-”

“THE TWO GIRLS I HAVE A CRUSH ON ARE THE SAME GIRL?” Adrien says, his eyes wide as he cuts off her rambling.

“I- wait what?” Marinette sputters, completely shocked at this turn of events.

“Well I’ve had a crush on Ladybug for forever and then like a month ago, I was talking to Plagg about how mad it made me that people weren’t listening to you and how hurt you were by the whole high road advice which was, honestly, not my best moment. And somehow, I started ranting about how pretty your eyes are and how kind and amazing you are and so then Plagg told me that that’s a crush, and I thought he was wrong. Until I saw you the next day and realized that he was right but then I felt bad because I felt like I was betraying Ladybug by having a crush on you instead, but Ladybug is you. Which makes sense, now that I think about it and-” Adrien’s cut off by Marinette covering his mouth with her hand, desperate to get him to stop talking.

“Plagg?” She asks, jumping back from him as the Kwami flies out from Adrien’s pocket.

“Good job kid, you broke pigtails.” He says, gesturing at Marinette who suddenly felt like the human version of the windows error screen. Could this trip get any weirder?

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nanastea · 3 years

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what they love about you II

characters: ino takuma + haibara yuu + inumaki toge + itadori yuuji word count: 737 tags: all fluffy! date: july 05, 2021

nana’s note: *drops this and runs* 🏃‍♀️ i…uh…i have no words…ha…ha…..(-﹏-。) i swear i have the requests going rn i just haven’t had the time AKDKKCKFKE IM SO SORRY

part one: what they love about you

previous order: reunion | n. kento

𝐈𝐍𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐌𝐀

takuma loves how you listen to what he has to say

i mean it in a good way

be it his undying admiration for nanami or his silly rambling of the day, he loves how intent and interested you look

yes, sometimes he feels bad but he just can’t help it and with you looking so eagerly up at him he just has to continue

but takuma does the exact same thing that you do, whatever you have to say, he will always stop whatever it is that he’s doing and lend you a shoulder to lean on or just listen to you

he believes that in order to actually understand your significant other, you have to listen to them

ino takuma believes in communication all the way through!!

i feel like there will be a time when you guys are in bed after a nice nap and somehow the conversation has ended up with you guys talking about your future together

conversations like these are uncommon but they don’t come up as often

but it’s all not so serious talk rather because takuma is a very genuine person so when he says he can’t imagine a life without you, he’s being serious :(

but life with ino takuma will probably never not be filled with endless talking

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐘𝐔𝐔

loves how you sacrifice and work hard even without realizing that you are

yuu is a prideful and dedicated jujutsu sorcerer and when he finds you working so much harder than him, he feels proud

so he tries to work just as hard as you (of course, healthily)

because he’s so proud of being a jujutsu sorcerer, he finds those who work hard and admire them

yuu pretty much sees you as his role model!

of course, on the days that you seem to overwork yourself, yuu doesn’t hesitate to sit you down make sure you’ve eaten, drank enough water, and slept

he hates having to see you drain yourself and just break apart, so he makes it his duty to care for you so you can fight with him again

because yuu is a very optimistic and outgoing person, i believe he’d like it that his partner is just as optimistic and outgoing (even if you aren’t, he’ll love you same!)

but overall i think yuu would love anyone unconditionally!

be of your flaws or anything, he will verbally tell you that you’re beautiful ;)

𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄

loves how you can understand him without having to explain it through gestures, rice ball ingredients, or writing it down

we know that toge has limited vocabulary and there are only few people who know what he is actually trying to say

so when toge meets you and you quickly come to understand him and what he tries to say, he feels shocked yet grateful

naturally you’ve become a part of the second year group but most of the time you and toge are almost always together

occasionally you and panda would tease toge by tell people nothing related to what he was trying to say such as,

panda: oh my gosh, did you just say that maki looked ugly (cue dramatic gasp)

you: oh~ maki! toge said you look ugly!

toge flushes and waves his arms frantically and you and panda are just laughing your asses off

please apologize to him by giving him lots of cuddles and kisses :(

but at the end of the day, toge is super grateful to have someone like you in his life :)

𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐉𝐈

itadori yuuji loves your jokes

should they be even the most silliest ones, yuuji would always laugh at what you have to say and it’s genuine

he loves how he can open up to someone who can match his wavelength if that makes sense

yuuji also loves your cuddles!!

he absolutely loves snuggling with you in bed with his ear pressed to your heart and listen to it beat and his arms securely around you

this is another way of just you guys talking and joking forever and throughout the night (earns complaints from megumi next door)

whenever you guys are around others, it’s only you guys who are giggling like crazy at an inside joke you guys made

occasionally nobara would also join in joking around with you guys and that only leads to more chaos, much to megumi’s dismay

but days with itadori yuuji are always filled with stomach clenching laughter and big smiles

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lottiebagley · 3 years

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Space Girl- George Weasley

Space Girl, show me the stars You know the galaxies of my heart

George Weasley was not excited for his first astronomy lesson of the year. He'd agreed to do the class simply because he needed to fill his timetable and it seemed more enjoyable than history of magic.

That's what he had told Fred at least.

In reality he had opted for astronomy for one specific reason. Y/N Y/L/N. She was a shy Hufflepuff girl and although he had never spoken to her George was absolutely enamoured with her.

So, as he dreaded the lecture ahead he tried to remember that this cloud had a silver lining, and it was a silver lining that was absolutely worth it. This was all confirmed when he walked into the astronomy classroom and saw her.

She was sat at a desk at the back of the room. Her hair twirling round her finger as she studied the open text book in front of her, seemingly unaware of the chaos around her. George noted happily, that none of her friends seemed to be in the class and rather than asking to sit with Angelina and Katie like he had been planning he figured what the hell and went for it.

"Hey, is it alright if I sit here?" He questions, willing his cheeks to not flush red when he looks up at him

"Oh, of course you can George," she nods, moving her stuff to the left to make room for him. He feels his heart leap at her knowing that it was him and not Fred.

"How did you know?" He questions, head cocking to the side to look at her better. He smiles slightly at the bright red flush on her cheeks.

"You aren't that hard to tell apart," she shrugs

"Our own mother can't always do it," he pesters, he's genuinely intrigued how she seemed to know so easily.

"Uh, okay then. You're slightly taller so when you are together I could always work out who was who. From there I just kind of noticed little things, you have two freckles on your neck, Fred has a scar above his eyebrow. Your face is slightly longer, your nose is a little longer and has that cute little bump in it, your hair falls completely differently and your lip has a little curl in it. But the easiest way is that you have a different vibe about you," She rambles like it's the most obvious thing in the world and George himself wouldn't haven't been able to explain the physical differences so well.

He's pretty sure his heart melted on the spot.

"You should tell my mum all of this," he smiles gently, not knowing how to respond and explain that he's never felt more seen in his life.

"Sorry, I'm not a creep or anything I swear. Just observant,"

"It was quite sweet actually," George smiles, biting back a chuckle when her face blushes a bright red. "So, you any good at Astronomy?" He questions politely

"I'm okay. It's probably my best class. I've always known about it so," she shrugs, cutting herself off. She knew that George was a pure blood and probably wouldn't want anything to do with her if he knew she was a muggle born.

"You're a muggle born right?" He questions, she's surprised his tone doesn't sound angry or accusatory like was often the way with pure bloods, instead genuinely interested.

"Yeah," she confirms "my older sister is obsessed with astrology so I knew a lot about it before I got here. It's probably the only subject I didn't fail first term," she admits, George smiles softly. He can only imagine how hard it would be to come to the school with no magical knowledge.

"Look at you now, you're top of the year in almost everything," he points out

"Yeah, Ced helped me find my feet and after I settled in it all made sense," she explains. George knew that her and Cedric were best friends, he was a lot more outgoing and George had never quite understood how their friendship worked but it was no secret wherever one was the other wasn't far behind.

Girl, are you a cancer? 'Cause you make me cry When we kiss or dance in the sky We're dancing in the sky

"Hey space girl," George grinned brightly as he dropped into his seat

"If you've forgotten my name you can just ask you know," she blushes a little, not thinking that the boy she had fancied since second year could actually have given her a cute pet name.

No. The only logical explanation is that he had forgotten her name but after being sat next to her for two weeks now was much too polite to ask for it.

She had told Cedric this and he had laughed loudly, ruffling her hair and telling her that she would do well to remember how beautiful she was.

"I know you're name. Y/N Y/L/N. You're a Hufflepuff, obviously," he gestures to her tie before carrying on "Your best friend is Cedric Diggory and you two are always together. You tutor my little sister in potions. You help Professor sprout with the plants in the green house on a Sunday morning. You like to study in the library, specifically the second table from the back left corner. You never eat carrots but you love peas and you always buy two chocolate frogs at Honeydukes one for the walk back and one for a treat that night. I'm not a creep. I'm just observant," He finishes his ramble with a reference to when she had proved just how well she knew him a few weeks prior.

She sits, slightly astounded as he looks at her like his ability to list off so much information about her that she had never specifically told him shouldn't be a shock.

Her heart melts on the spot and she's pretty sure her crush just became real feelings.

"Why?" She questions quietly, not really meaning for him to hear

"You're beautiful and I like looking at you," he shrugs, turning to the text book in front of him. He notices her eyes still staring at him and turns to look at her "hey, you wouldn't want to study together one night this week would you?" He questions, smiling at the blush that overtakes her cheeks

"Yeah. I'd love that,"

"Amazing, does Wednesday work for you? I could meet you at the library after classes end,"

"Sure," she nods shyly, biting her lip to stop a smile and having no clue the very action makes George want to kiss her senseless.

"I know the table," he grins, chuckling when she blushes bright red before turning back to his book.

Space girl, I saw a lunar eclipse Looked like how I feel 'bout your lips Space girl, the only way that we'd end Was if you were sucked into a black hole

'You'll be fine. Just be your self and if he doesn't love you he is stupid,' Cedric's words ran around her head as she remembered sitting in his dorm whilst he calmed her down and Cho did her hair. She had protested to the couple that it wasn't a date but they had still insisted on helping her get ready during their free period after lunch.

Now, sat in the library she tried to remind herself that George was a lovely boy and wouldn't do anything to make her uncomfortable, he probably didn't even think of her like that.

"There's my space girl, you're looking particularly beautiful today," George is beaming as he approaches the table she's sat at, taking the seat next to her.

"Hey George, good day?"

"It's better now i'm here. Fred hasn't shut up about Millie all day, I mean I know he fancies her and all but seriously you'd think she hung the stars in the sky herself," He complains, not admitting even to himself that Fred would say he was just as smitten for his astronomy partner. "How was yours?" he asks, opening his bag to pull out his astronomy text book

"It was okay, Ced managed to blow up our potion so we have detention tomorrow night," She shrugs

"I'll see you there," He grins

"Why am I not surprised?" she deadpans and he allows his laugh to fill the air around them

"You know me to well," he blushes a little as he says it and forces himself to not stare at the way she bites her lip to stop from grinning. Half wanting her to stop so he could see that beautiful smile that seemed to be all he thought about and half wanting her to bite that lip every time he sees her because something about it was so attractive to him. "Do you mind explaining the constellation we learned about last lesson to me because I won't lie I was very distracted?" He doesn't feel like admitting that it was her that he found so distracting.

"Of course," She grins, unfolding her star map and pointing out the constellation Lyra "So Lyra is latin for Lyre, it is like a stringed instrument basically a harp, and it's associated with the myth of Orpheus," She begins to explain

"The musician guy?"

"Yeah," She confirms, watching as he takes notes of what she is saying "Orpheus was given the harp by Apollo, and it’s said that his music was more beautiful than that of any mortal man. His music could soothe anger and bring joy to weary hearts. Wandering the land in depression after his wife died, he was killed and his lyre was thrown into a river. Zeus sent an eagle to retrieve the lyre, and it was then placed in the night sky and that's the story behind the constellation Lyra. It's best seen in August, and, it kind of looks like a lopsided square with a tail to Vega, it's brightest star," She recites, pointing towards the star on the constellation.

George tries hard to remember to focus on what she's saying, listening intently but he can't help his mind from wondering, instead scanning her face, every small detail, the way her eyes lit up as she talked, the way her lips curl in a small smile when she stops talking and notices him staring at her.

"Distracted again," he admits

"Clearly, you find astrology boring," she teases

"No, I just find you distracting," He admits, his heart melting as she is unable to stop the bright grin on her face. She doesn't say anything, simply grabs her notebook and opens it to the right page

"Copy my notes so you can at least teach yourself the content, the textbook is confusing," she instructs before turning back to her own work. They work silently for the next hour, dutifully copying notes and planning for their essay that's due in next week but routinely stealing glances at each other, blushing when one catches the other.

But I'd still spend my days dreamin' 'bout you Dreamin' 'bout you Tell me how to Stop dreamin' 'bout you

"Were you listening to anything I just said?" Fred questions, waving his hand in front of his brother's face

"Sorry, what was it?" George questions, pulling his eyes away from the Hufflepuff table. Fred sighs, turning to look at what George has been staring at and is not surprised in the slightest.

She is sat amongst her large friend group, despite being shy around people she didn't know she was chatting happily to the group. Cedric on her right, is laughing at the story she seems to be telling and Archie Young, who George hated simply for his obvious crush on her, is clinging onto every word.

"You are so whipped,"

"I know, it's embarrassing. I can't stop thinking about her and she probably only sees me as a friend,"

"Hey, don't say that. She would be stupid to not like you Georgie, besides, she stares at you just as much," Fred reassures his brother, usually he would tease him but he knows that this girl is different, it means something. "I still don't believe that she would never get us mixed up," Fred ponders, in reality he didn't doubt it, if George said she could tell them apart then why doubt him, but Fred wanted a moment alone with the girl.

"I swear to you that she wouldn't,"

"Lets test her," Fred exclaims, jumping up and tugging his twin out of the hall and to their dorm.

They spend an hour getting ready, stealing Ginny's eyeshadow to draw two fake freckles on Fred's neck, stying his hair attempting to fix every minor detail to make them utterly identical.

When they find her, she's hugging Cho Chang before turning around on her own and walking towards the Hufflepuff common room.

"Go hide," Fred instructs, shoving George towards an empty classroom he can watch from.

"Hey space girl!" She turns immediately at the name, mildly confused when the person approaching isn't George.

She had never spoken to Fred before and immediately feels herself becoming a little shy.

"Uh, hi Fred," she smiles as politely as possible. Fred stands with a smirk on his face.

"You fancy my brother," he states, she blushes a furious red that seems to be the final confirmation Fred needs, his moment alone with her providing the answer he had wanted.

"I-uh-he-that-it-" she stutters out, Fred's smirk only grows as she turns impossibly more flustered before sighing "How did you know?"

"Telling us apart is hard, especially when we try, you must really like him to know so quickly. Besides that reaction alone was enough to let me know I'm right,"

"Does he know?"

"He's blind," Fred shrugs, eyeing her as he decides he likes her, she clearly cares for George and that's all that matters to him.

"Right," she nods awkwardly

"I'm sure I'll be seeing you around," Fred grins before turning on his heel and heading back up the corridor to where an oblivious George is waiting.

Girl, are you a Cancer? 'Cause you make me cry When we kiss or dance in the sky We're dancing in the sky

George can't help the wide smile on his face when he sees her. She, like all the other 6th year astronomy students, is sat in her robes on the astronomy tower despite it being 11:45. He picks up the star map from a pile and heads towards her.

She is sat around a corner, almost out of eye line from the class completely and if he hadn't been looking for her he probably wouldn't have even seen her. He sits down next to her, pressing his back against the cold stone wall just as she was doing.

The task was simple, to draw a diagram of the constellations they could see that night with the correct names onto an unlabelled star map and then from 6am tomorrow they had 48 hours to write an essay explaining each constellation they had found, it was their final assignment for the first term of school. George thought that was stupid, why would they do the task that involved sitting outside at night in December and the written exam in the summer when it would have been warmer.

"Hi," she speaks softly, the moonlight made her glow and George could have sworn she was an angel. Her own map was already a quarter full and wordlessly she arranges it so George can copy the notes she's already made.

"Hey, you okay?" he questions, noticing the way she curls into herself

"Just cold," she nods, he flashes her a smile, digging into his bag and pulling out a spare sweater and a blanket, both knitted by Mrs Weasley. He passes her the jumper

"Are you sure? you have it with you so that you won't freeze. I can't take it," she blushes

"No, I'm already wearing a jumper," he points out "I figured I'd bring a spare cause I knew you wouldn't think too," He adds with a smile, she blushes but accepts the jumper from his hands.

"thanks," she smiles, he nods. Watching as she pulls the jumper over her head. Her heart somersaults at the smell of George that envelopes her, his does the same at the sight of her in his jumper that looks baggy and too big, the sleeves like paws on her hands, and the large 'G' sewn into the front making him blush a little.

He wraps the blanket round one of his shoulders holding the other side out for her

"I don't bite," he speaks softly, it's like he can read her mind and knows she's thinking about how close they will be to sit under his blanket together. She blushes and giggles a little and George could die happy having heard that sound.

She shuffles closer, wrapping the blanket around her shoulder and begins to point out the constellations she's already mapped for him, cocooned next to him in the blanket.

They work together for the next twenty or so minutes as she stifles yawns, eventually allowing her head to droop onto George's shoulder when he teases her for stifling yet another yawn.

"This blanket smells like you," she mumbles, he blushes madly but can't help the smile

"Are you warm enough?"

"Bit cold, I'm fine though," she admits, he rolls his eyes at her as she shivers a little and wraps an arm around her, pulling her close to him

"Better?"

"Better," she confirms. She didn't mean to fall asleep but all cozy and warm being held by her crush it was impossible not to.

Not wanting to wake her, George finishes both his star map and hers before dozing off, his head resting on hers. He knew he should have woken her to go back to her dorm but spending the night sleeping with her in his arms was just too tempting.

She wakes up before him, having slept better than she ever had before and feeling utterly blissful in George's arms. That is until she realises she hadn't finished her work, she can't help the beam when she sees George has done it for her. She wants to stay wrapped in his arms but feels it better to leave now so it isn't awkward. In return for completing her work she takes her astronomy notebook that has all the answers to the essay written simply and leaves it on top of his star map, she knew the answers from memory anyway. Not even sparing the doodles and comments in it a thought.

She slips out of his hold, sneaking through the other students who fell asleep and heading back down the tower stairs to the main school, forgetting to take off his jumper.

George wakes up disappointed to not find her in his arms but smiles when he sees her notebook.

I hope you play this song some day And think of Earth Girl who loves Space Girl

George can't help the sigh as he explains to Fred where he had been all night.

"That all sounds pretty good to me Georgie," Fred comments, wondering why his brother seems down after his night with the girl.

"It was, I'd just hoped she'd be there when I woke up," he admits

"Well think about it like this, when have you ever had the opportunity to be disappointed that she wasn't there when you woke up before?" It's Hermione Granger who speaks up, she'd been listening to the twins talk on the sofa next to her and Harry's without really meaning too. It was just more interesting than Harry and Ron's discussion.

"you're right. It's better than nothing. Thanks Granger," he nods in agreement. He begins to flick through her notebook, not to study but simply enjoying the little doodles and her comments.

And then his world stops.

"How many people can you think of with the initials GW?" his questions is almost under his breath but Fred hears, perking up from the puking pastel plans he had been working on

"Just you and Gin, why?"

With no explanation George leaps up, jogging out of the room. Fred look mildly baffled until he sees her open notebook, and sure enough written on a corner amongst drawings of stars and planets is a little 'gw' with a heart next to it. Fred smirks and closes the book, turning back to his notes with a feeling of glee for his brother.

When George Weasley arrives outside the Hufflepuff common room he suddenly realises he has no clue how to actually get in, he stops, slightly out of breath from his sprint staring at the barrels.

"Hey George," her voice makes him jump as he turns to see her and Cedric approaching

"Hi," he smiles, suddenly not really sure what to say

"Well, now I've walked you back I'm going to go and find Cho," Cedric smiles politely at George, wiggling his eyebrows at the girl as she blushes.

"You looking for someone?" she asks politely

"You, actually,"

"Oh, what can I help you with?" she asks, he has no idea what to say "Oh! your jumper, it's in my room. You can come with," she smiles, reaching out and tapping at a barrel and then climbing into the passage that opens.

He follows wordlessly, glancing around the large circular room that is filled with yellows and blacks. She walks a little more confidently than he's seen before and smiles happily to the people who call out to her but doesn't stop to chat with them. He decides he likes it here, not only because it's so cosy but because he likes seeing her so at ease.

He follows her into her circular dorm room and towards a fourposter covered in pillows and blankets, his jumper sitting folded on top of the trunk at the end.

"I actually wanted to talk to you," he admits, it's now or never.

"Of course, what's up?" she questions, sitting comfortably on her bed and gesturing for him to sit down next to her

"I- well- how many people do you know with the initials GW?" he questions curiously, she looks at him, clearly mildly confused.

"Springing to mind just you and Ginny," She answers, not really sure what the point of his question is.

Without thinking for even a second he pulls her face to his and plants his lips on hers, kissing delicately before pulling away. She stares at him, utter shock in her eyes and mouth agape.

"I-I am so sorry. I just- well there were the initials GW in your notebook and a little heart and well I thought maybe you liked me back and then I heard you only knew me and Ginny and I assumed, which was wrong of me- and- merlin- I'm so sorry-" he's rambling anxiously and his hands wring through his hair

"Back?" her question is a whisper and he snaps his head up to look at her

"Yeah. I like you. Kind of thought that was obvious," he admits. His heart flips at the wide smile on her lips before her hands grab his neck and pull his head down so his lips meet hers. She kisses him with passion and hunger and he finally gets to bite down gently on that lip he's watched her bite a million times.

Her arms stay wrapped around his neck as she lies back on her pillows behind her, pulling him with her and not breaking the kiss for a second. They only pull apart when she needs to for air. But the beam on her face and her flushed cheeks make George want nothing more than to kiss her again.

"Wanna go do the essay together?" he questions

"We have 48 hours, we could stay here and cuddle," she suggests, a little timidly but her nerves leave when George grins brightly, kicking his shoes off and rearranging himself on her bed. She takes her own shoes off before climbing into his open arms, her head on his chest as she leans up to press another kiss to his lips.

"I'm keeping that jumper by the way," she informs

"Whatever you want space girl,"

I hope you play this song some day And think of Earth Girl who loves Space Girl I hope you play this song some day...

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#harry potter #george weasley #george wealsey x reader #weasley #weasley siblings #fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #weasley twins #hogwarts #gryffindor #hufflepuff

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georgiadixon · 3 years

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Hi, I just binge read your writing and it's so cute I just can't get this idea of out my head but what if the reader (any pronouns) starts carrying around a notebook to jot down things they find interesting when Spencer goes on his rambles. And no one really notices what they're noting down until Spencer finds the book on the plane because they forgot it

remember

pairing: spencer reid x reader

genre/warnings: fluff fluff fluff! spencer feeling insecure

a/n (to anon): hi, ty!! oh i just love when spencer’s partner appreciates & encourages his rambles because he doesn’t really get that with the team. our boy deserves passion! i’m going to turn this into a little something if that’s ok! :)

spencer reid, to everyone who knows him, is complicated. he doesn’t disagree, but he’s sometimes confused as to why the people closest to him don’t see right through him. they may not think about it often, but the side glances and the subtle comments are telling. he loves his friends, he values them but he’s been through a lot. years worth of trauma manifesting in anger and anxiety and his friends chalk it up to complicated.

he doesn’t think anyone truly understands him.

he doesn’t think anyone has ever tried to.

but while he sits and wonders about just how alone he might be, you’re sitting and wondering what you did to deserve him in your life.

because to you, spencer reid is the most beautifully complicated man you have ever known.

you never knew watching someone stir their coffee (with an insane amount of sugar) in a mug with a label reading their name could be so intriguing.

or that the squeaky sound of converse on the sixth level floor could make you feel so safe.

it’s like every little thing that doesn’t mean anything means everything because it’s him.

you’re fairly certain he doesn’t know this, but when his voice picks up from his information bursts, when he starts speaking faster and his eyes light up with something you can only describe as passion you can’t help but feel like it’s your favorite thing in the world. like you’d sit there and listen to him intently for the rest of your life if that’s what would make him happy.

you can’t deny the inevitable crush for him that snuck up on you until it slammed into you full force. now you’re not sure if anyone else could ever make you feel the way he does.

the smiles for no reason, the soft and comforting touches somehow exactly when you need them, the thoughtfulness and the all around pleasantness of his company is something you wouldn’t trade for the world, and something you don’t think you’ll ever be able to give enough of back.

that might be the reason why you’re huddled in the corner of the jet, pen and notebook in hand with “things spencer told me that i want to remember” written at the top of the open page. and it might be the reason why “and things i can learn about to impress him” is written underneath it. it might be why you’re staring at him with a look of pure adoration in your eyes as he talks to your friends and tells them all about something new.

but the week full of nonstop work with no sleep could also be the reason for the last one, as well as your near delirious state as you feel yourself drifting off.

your eyes close just as spencer glances at you, a smile appearing on his face with how peaceful you look. he stands and walks towards you with the blanket that was in his lap to give to you. as he’s covering you with his blanket he can’t help but think about how right it would feel to do this every day. to have you with him every day.

he’s looking at you and he remembers how lucky he is to have you in his life. he doesn’t think you’ll ever know just how much a smile from you means on a bad day. or how much he appreciates you asking if he wants to talk, even though he never does. he knows you’re probably just being nice, but something in him really hopes you feel something a little more. his heart stars to swell at the thought but he remembers why he doesn’t let himself think like this, because it would be damning himself to hope that you would ever look twice at him.

a voice in the background tells him they’re landing soon, so he takes his seat and wonders what you’re dreaming about, selfishly wishing it’s him.

by the time you open your eyes you’re back in virginia, having slept through the rest of the flight. you rub your eyes and yawn, ready to go home and get a real night’s sleep for the first time in a week. you stand and grab your go bag to leave the jet, forgetting your notebook and pen in the seat.

from not paying attention and your sight still a little blurry from sleep you bump into someone, big hands grabbing your shoulders so you don’t fall.

you look up and it’s spencer, still trying to gracefully regain his balance and not succeeding.

when he gets control of his feet he pushes his hair back and smiles. that smile. the one that makes everything better and felt so real in a distant dream.

“did you get some good sleep?”

he asks you, putting the book he was reading away and his satchel over his shoulder.

“not good enough.” you say with a rough voice as you’re still half asleep.

he giggles a bit in the way that he does, the way that you’ve committed to memory to replay when you’re missing him.

you wish you could stay here with him forever, but you know you need to rest and you’ll see him soon.

“night, spence.” you smile softly at him as you head out the door.

“goodnight, y/n.” he responds with his little wave and something bright in his eyes you probably won’t remember tomorrow.

he moves to follow you out the jet when he notices something you left behind. he turns to see if you’re still there, but when he knows he’s the only one left on the jet he goes to retrieve it for you.

he picks up the notebook and begins to put it away, but your handwriting on the top of the open page catches his eye.

“things spencer told me that i want to remember”

he’s not sure if he’s reading it right, if he actually sees his name on the page. if the one he would move the moon and stars for really cares enough about him to not only listen to him but care about what he’s saying. he wasn’t sure anyone did.

“and things i can learn about to impress him”

oh, that does him in. he feels tears behind his eyes but they’re pushed back at thoughts of you thinking you would ever have to do anything but be yourself for him to love you. to want you. to need you.

he knows he wants to ask you about it, but he doesn’t think he should.

he figures some things are better left unsaid.

still, he begins to think of all the things he’s ever wanted to say to you.

he walks off and smiles to himself.

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Serenade (Daniela Dimitrescu/Reader) Pt. 5

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Pairing: Daniela Dimitrescu/Reader (Gender neutral) Rating: T for language and mentions/references to an (emotionally) abusive relationship. Mild, brief violence. Warnings: TW for referenced emotional abuse, mild TW for possible physical abuse (sorry, angry Dani is not 100% gentle with people she doesn't love-love) Notes: Music for this chapter here. If you're following this story and really want to continue reading, but worry about the TWs for this chapter, just send me an anonymous message and I'll write up an alternative version of this post. It's not something I would do without it being requested, but it's also not a big deal so don't feel like you're bothering me if you want that. Previous Chapters: Pt. 1: Nocturne, Pt. 2: Overture, Pt. 3: Accelerando, Pt. 4: Tocatta

Chapter 5: Poco a Poco (Italian: Little by little)

Finding a schedule for lessons to follow proved to be an insurmountable task. Consistency was something that Daniela struggled with greatly, even when it came to things that she genuinely cared about. Things like ensuring you lived long enough to entertain her. Instead of working with you to find a balance that worked for both of you, the youngest Dimitrescu daughter seemed intent on doing things in her own time. Little by little. Which would have been fine, if the two of you weren’t restricted by time.

Fate wasn’t entirely unkind, however. There were still a few things that Daniella recalled from her “youth”, bits and pieces of musical theory, the bare basics of reading sheet music. Not having to teach her proper posture or the structure of a piano would save you a little bit of time. On top of that, you had been informed that, somewhere in the castle, there were a few books of sheet music you could borrow. Assuming you were eventually able to find them, that is. So far they had eluded you, but you hadn’t even had much time to search, as you were still expected to perform your usual Maiden-related tasks.

In the end, it was Daniela herself that proved to be the biggest obstacle in your way.

“Look,” Daniela said one day, barely ten minutes into a lesson, “I think we should take a break… maybe have some fun?” One of her hands is resting on top of yours, the other tucking your hair behind your ear. There’s a smirk on her lips, unsurprisingly, and she’s mere inches away from kissing you. If not for the heavy threat hanging over your head, you would have already thrown yourself into her arms. Instead, all you can do is sigh, turning away from her as you do. “Don’t be like that, sweet thing. C’mon, no one can hear us right now. Might as well enjoy ourselves.”

“Babe. Darling. Buttercup, honey, cute little button on a bear, you are not the brightest bulb in the lighting department,” you replied, holding the bridge of your nose between two fingers. Instantly Daniela is upset, giving you a (thankfully) playful smack on the arm. Before she can protest more you continue speaking. “Your family would not hear us making out, true, but they would definitely hear us not playing the piano. I’m pretty sure your mother already thinks I’m doomed to fail as a teacher, and the last thing I need is to give her a reason to drop the curtains this early into our performance.”

“First of all, I am not an idiot,” Daniela said, a bit of a growl to her voice. “Secondly, what harm can a few minutes really do? Don’t you think I’ve been working hard enough to earn a little reward?” Now she’s holding a finger under your chin, lifting it up, making sure you’re looking right at her. There’s no dissuading her, it seems, as she leans in for a soft kiss. This was one of the more frustrating aspects of dealing with (courting?) her; communication felt like a one-man play, except the audience was as likely to throw knives as rotten tomatoes. Whenever Daniela acted like this, pushing away your concerns in favor of her pleasure, it felt helpless to try and resist her.

So you kissed back, wrapped your arms around her, and hoped that she’d be more open to compromise afterwards. At least kissing her was nice. Even though it had only been a week since you first kissed her, she was already getting better, evidently learning through experience. The passion behind her movements had grown as well, leaving you a tad breathless. Regardless of her odd perception of romance, and her insistence that she knew best, you found yourself charmed by her. It was scary. Terrifying, really, how you felt yourself falling under her spell. Wait. Hadn’t you been in this sort of situation before?... Staying with someone who wasn’t good for you? Why were you kissing her? Why were you starting to tremble, tears in your eyes, mind falling down a slippery slope of memories?

By the time you snap out of it, you’re sitting on the floor, Daniela awkwardly kneeling by your side. What the fuck? You think, sniffling a little. Head spinning, mind reeling, you struggle to form coherent thoughts. Next to you Daniela is unsure of how to help. But she’s trying, sort of, one hand holding your own, the other gently rubbing your back. She’s saying something, the words going right over your head. Understanding her takes times, focus, like tuning an instrument until the pitch is just right.

“I don’t understand, we were only kissing, what happened? Can you even hear me? Is this your way of tricking me into not making out with you? Because that’s a total dick move and-” she rambles, only stopping when you give her hand a soft squeeze. Then she’s meeting your gaze, looking uncomfortable, shoulders tense. “You’ve been weird for a while. Distant. Like you don’t want to touch me anymore. Don’t you still love me?”

There’s real, honest pain in her eyes when she speaks. If the timing had been different… you’d have thrown your arms around her and covered her face in kisses, promising to hold her onto she felt better, promising that yes you cared. You cared so fucking much. But she’s making you exhausted; every second has to be focused on her, not you. Every moment of concern is flipped around until she’s the victim, or at least the one that needs comforting. You didn’t think that she even realized what she was doing. Well, you hoped that she didn’t, wanted to believe that if she understood she’d change.

“Remember the first day we kissed?... how you pulled me close, and I kissed you harder, and we started…. Remember how I made a move and you pushed me away? I’ll never forget the look on your face. I felt like shit afterwards. I should have asked before I tried anything,” you explain, letting go of Daniela’s hand so you could pull your knees to your chest. Somehow you can’t bring yourself to maintain eye contact with her- not right now, not when you could still remember what it felt like to be on her side of this story. “I don’t want to push your boundaries, or make you feel pressured to do something you don’t want to do. The last thing I’d ever want to do is hurt you like that.”

“Oh bullshit,” Daniela snarled, shocking you, before getting to her feet. Confusion doesn’t begin to describe how you feel in the moment as you watch her pace back and forth. Both her hands are clenched into fists, and she’s refusing to look at you. There’s a buzzing sound in the room, faint but growing louder, like she’s a split second away from entering swarm mode. “We’re a couple, aren’t we? Shouldn’t you be able to tell what I want? Shouldn’t it be obvious what I desire, when I’m pinning you to the wall and shoving my tongue down your throat? What more do you require?”

“Holy shit, Dani, I know communication isn’t your forte, but have you really not even considered talking to me? That’s simple, easy, literally the first thing that should come to mind!” You snapped, too in disbelief to keep your voice down. For a moment Daniela stops her pacing, turning to stare at you with narrowed eyes. If you weren’t so mad, you’d be convinced she was ready to kill you. But she doesn’t move to grab her sickle, or otherwise advance on you, instead groaning and tugging on her own hair in frustration.

“Because that’s not romantic, genius!” She replied. Some dots start to connect in your mind, but you lack the full context, as if looking at sheet music with no clefs or time signature. It’s not until Daniela continues that you really understand; and, by extension, realize just how ridiculous this whole mess is. “None of the books I’ve read involve conversations like this. People just… they just love each other! And figure it out as they go along, reading each other’s body language and facial expressions, inferring what they need to know through touches and reactions. Why can’t we do that?”

“This isn’t a fucking book, dumbass! I don’t have powers like you, I can’t just read your mind and figure out what you want. That’s not how relationships work! Communication is key. And you can’t just talk, you have to listen, hard, and understand,” you continued, still on the floor, heart pounding so furiously you thought it might leap from your chest at any moment. As angry as you are, you wonder if you’re being too loud, too angry, wonder if there was a better way to get through to Daniela. Before you can think of a solution the air is ripped from your lungs. Your “partner”/student is grabbing you by the front of your shirt, yanking you to your feet. Instinct makes you struggle against her, as useless as it is.

“I. Told. You. I’m not an idiot!” Her free hand comes up to your face, cupping your cheek for a moment, then pulling away just as fast. When it moves back up she’s gripping onto her sickle. The sharp edge ends up resting against your neck, the slightest movement threatening to cut you open. This is the most Daniela has ever openly threatened you, and in that moment all your anger melts back into fear, tears spilling down your cheeks. A flicker of something shows in her eyes, making you think that even she doesn’t like where this is going. “Give me one reason not to end this right now.”

“... I don’t… I can’t think. I… Why would you?” The words leave you in a rush, even with the pauses, and each syllable makes the sickle press into your skin a little more. There’s sure to be a cut there, though you can’t even begin to estimate how bad it is. The blade is sharp, clearly, and it hardly even hurts as it slices you. Thankfully the sensation doesn’t last long. Once you’re done speaking, Daniela’s grip loosens considerably, hand slowly letting your shirt go. Her other hand takes a few seconds to move, but eventually pulls away without any fuss. For a few seconds she just watches you, eyes filled to the brim with a rich sorrow, mouth open but unmoving.

“No lesson tomorrow. I need a break,” Daniela whispers, barely audible. Then she’s dusting herself off, no longer looking at you, and heading towards the exit. Just like the first time you met, she pauses in the doorway. “How’s that for communication, hmm?” When she laughs, it’s empty, forced. Part of you wants to stop her and ask if she’s okay.

Instead, you watch her leave, unspoken words tangling with your tongue until you almost can’t swallow.

Then your feet move, automatically, leading you to the piano. You sit down without thinking. You touch the keys without thinking. When you play, you play without thinking. It’s just a song, the world tells you, and you have no choice but to play. It’s not just a song, you know this, but you can’t think. Can’t argue against the personification of your isolation, or the embodiment of your trauma. All you can do is let yourself get lost in the music, softly, recalling lyrics from a forgotten time.

I’ve been running all my life, trying to find a place to hide ‘Thought that I had settled down, but I guess things are changing now Don’t make me go, don’t make me go Just don’t make me go, this feels like home

As soon as the last note fades out you stand, wordlessly, and leave. Your feet carry you down corridor after corridor, past maidens working, some of whom gasp when they see you. But you don’t stop, not even when you cross paths with Lady Bela, who eyes you with surprising concern. She doesn’t try to stop you, though, and you doubt you would have cared if she had tried. It’s not until you are within your shared room that you finally stop moving. It is there that you sit, shaking, finally pressing a cloth to your neck. Blood stains the fabric, first in just a few dots, then spreading out. There’s not enough to make you fear for your life, but there is enough to make you cry harder. Washing the wound will sting… so you don’t do that. Soon you will have to return to your work, and the thought puts pressure on your skull, summoning an all-too-familiar migraine.

When you close your eyes, you don’t mean to fall asleep, but that is exactly what you do. And when you dream, you do not wish for nightmares. You never do- and fate never denies you their company.

#daniela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu x reader #resident evil: village #re8 village #big oof in the chat for this one boys #introducing the secondary conflict #don't worry the next one will be happier :)#tw emotional abuse #we learn little hints of the reader's backstory here

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Control Freak Tendencies

With: Bokuto Genre: angst to fluff Warnings: bokuto is unconsciously manipulative in this WC: 1.2k

You’ve got a nice ball of energy for a boyfriend and it’s everything that’s been making you sleep nicer at night

He is also someone who is especially adept with emotions so he knows when something is off with you. He sends you hugs and showers you with lots of kisses. But of course, life is not a fairy tale and Bokuto comes with his own imperfections.

Being sensitive with emotions also brings him knowledge on how to use them best

It wasn’t intentional but he unconsciously manipulates you into doing things he wants. When you realized it, there was nothing but a rotten feeling growing in your chest.

The warm sun against your face was the first thing you felt as your senses awakened on a lazy Sunday morning. The second thing was the heavy arm against your stomach restraining your breathing. You looked to your right and found your boyfriend still deep in slumber. It was a nice view to see everyday.

But as much as you wanted to stay, you promised your friends lunch today so you slowly crept out of bed. Knowing your boyfriend, you know waking him up is the least of your concerns since he sleeps like a bear in hibernation. You dashed to the bathroom and got ready to go.

Just when you were about to finish your shower, a gentle series of knocks disturbed the silence in the bathroom. “Baby?” you hear Koutarou’s raspy morning voice seep through the door. You grabbed your robe and hastily wrapped it around you, “Yes, baby?” Your half-awake boyfriend stood before the door, head covered under the blanket he is still clutching. Upon seeing you freshly showered, he rubbed his eyes, “Going somewhere?”

You nodded, walking past him and got to the closet, yanking pieces of clothing out. “Can I go with you?” he asks. You frown, “It’s a lunch with the girls, baby.”

“Can’t I go?” his eyes turn glassy as he pouts behind you, towering your small stature. This is exactly what you were wary of, his clinginess.

“Baby, you know the girls don’t like it when a partner comes in at our lunch dates,” you sigh.

“But it’s lonely here without you,” he reasons, almost breaking your walls. But this lunch is something you’ve promised with your friends that you wouldn’t miss unless you are on the brink of death, that is. And it’s something that keeps you, you.

You face your boyfriend, hands coming up to cradle his face. He instantly slouches to feel your warmth better. “Baby,” you start, “This is one thing I can’t skip so please behave, okay? I’ll just get you a treat once I’m back.”

He sniffs, tears starting to break out, “But you can always attend your next lunch dates! Would you rather me be lonely?”

You huff, now angry. Here he goes again, using emotions to battle everything with you. He somehow always manages to guilt-trip you over small things you wanted to do for yourself and it’s taking a toll on you. He follows you when you go to the bathroom to get dressed but you slammed the door to his face.

“Are you angry now?” he sobs behind the door.

You don’t answer him because you can’t take his possessive antics. You ignored his ramblings, drowning him with the sound of music from your phone. By the time you were done, you dashed to the door out with Koutarou trailing behind you, calling out your name.

“Come on now, baby. Listen to me,” he says and you halt, turning to him with a glare.

“You can’t lock me up in here just because it makes you lonely, ‘Tarou! I’m also a person with a life aside from the one I live with you so I’m going whether you like it or not!” you storm out, making sure the door closes with a loud bang behind you. You didn’t spare him a glance because you know it will also hurt to see him so dejected but that habit of his has to go.

And now here you are, headed home with a heavy feeling in your gut. All throughout the lunch date, you were bugged by the confrontation you had with Bokuto. And it did not help when everyone talked about each other’s relationship. You didn’t open up the fight, you don’t want to dampen the lighthearted atmosphere. You kept it all in until the very moment you had to enter your apartment to be welcomed by an eerily still home.

Not even the television was on, and you have a gut feeling your boyfriend is not home either. Your heart skipped a beat, anxiety creeping up in your veins. You called out his name to make sure but there were no responses. A lot of negative thoughts were running through your mind as you scampered to the bedroom, to the bathroom, to every nook and canny in your house just to make sure Koutarou isn’t hiding there, depressed. But your big buff boyfriend is nowhere to be found.

You pulled out your phone to dial his number when the door opened, revealing none other than Koutarou. He stood there – dumbfounded.

“It’s only two,” he murmurs as if he had been found out. Well, you think he is at least, as you take in the box he before him, roses peeking out of it. You have an inkling of what he plans to do with them.

“Yeah, two,” your voice was shaking when you spoke. Chest heaving up and down as you stop yourself from breaking down. You were so close to weeping your heart out in the thoughts of your boyfriend leaving but now that he is here, you don’t know how to approach him. Are you supposed to be mad again? But your heart says it needs a warm, tight hug from him.

Bokuto deflates before you – emo mode. His eyes were on the ground as he mumbles, “I’m sorry I messed up I didn’t mean to be so clingy, annoying, and possessive, and I don’t want you missing out on events because you don’t ever do that to me. And I know how important your friends are to you – ”

“Tarou,” you attempt to stop him but he completely ignores you, lost in his trance.

“ – and it doesn’t help that I could get so childish sometimes. And I know I can get so annoying and unbearable and I’m lucky to have you and I don’t know – ”

“Koutarou, stop!” you lunge at him, throwing your arms around his neck, clinging ever so tightly.

“Don’t do that again,” you say against his neck. You feel his arms creeping around your waist, the box on the floor long forgotten. “It also pains me to think I’ll have to leave you.”

“I know baby,” he kisses your cheek, “Why were you early though? I was supposed to throw rose petals everywhere! The plan is now wasted.” He groans loudly as he carries you to the living room, settling on the couch with you on his lap.

“I’m here to stop you so I don’t have to clean your mess.” You answer, booping his nose with your index finger.

He gasps dramatically, hand slapping his mouth, “Babe it was a surprise, you know. That hurts.”

You just laugh at him before you were silenced by a sweet kiss from him, “That was actually one of the five boxes. Can you help me pick them up from the car?”

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