karmas thoughts on a socially awkward reader 🗣️
First of all, Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD) is a huge spectrum of people who have a wide range of symptoms and severity. This can involve social interactions and communication.
Note that I am not an expert on these things, so no offense on anybody who has this disorder.
Socially awkward MC:
Once again, Karma is VERY flexible on who he loves - especially you! And since you're so shy and timid, it gives him more time to cuddle you, kiss you, and just admire you! (and saves time from kidnapping you)
He'll especially tease you for everything and baby you up, just to see you more flustered and embarrassed (that is, if you're comfortable). Overall, Karma will be a lot more protective and weak to your cuteness! Lots of fluff moments will be made here!
MC: K-Karma...
Karma: Mm? *holding a huge cup of hot chocolate*
MC: Can I get...one too...? *points to his cup*
Karma: You want chocolate? With marshmallows? Topped with sprinkles?? I'm on it, Xaxi! <333
Socially awkward + autistic MC:
First of all, Karma would first ensure what your boundaries are e.g. your love language, personal space, etc. Then he'll go from there to ensure you're super duper loved and comfortable! In this case, he won't tease you and baby you as much - since he doesn't want you to see him as patronizing. In fact, Karma wants to let you know he loves you and spoils you because you're his partner. You're his #1 Valentine. You're special because of who you are.
MC: *in bed with Karma, tugging at his shirt*
Karma: Oh hey Xaxi...you okay? You good? *is immediately awake (totally wasn't watching MC)*
MC: *just snuggles into him more, upset mumbles*
Karma: Mmm...well I'm here, Xaxi...always. Forever and a day. So relax...I'm not going anywhere. I love you too much to leave you alone.
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I have but a humble request, and that is mister Bob, anyway you’ll give him 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 (yuckosworld)
@yuckosworld ALWAYS. Prepare to gush. Also, gonna go ahead and tag @bobgasm in this for reasons.
You heard the sound of your apartment door open with a small thud followed by muffled laughter. Furrowing your brow, you wandered through the hall and into the living room.
"Bobby?" you call hesitantly. Another thud.
"We're in here, y/n!" Mickey calls. You hurried to the entry way, finding Mickey supporting your boyfriend with Bob's arm thrown over his shoulder so that he didn't fall onto the floor. You rushed over to them, taking Bob's other arm over your own shoulder, and helping guide him into the living room. You and Mickey managed to set him on the couch where his head flopped back, a grin plastered on his face. You turned your attention to Mickey, hands on your hips.
"What happened?" You demanded. Mickey let out a sigh and rubbed a hand over his face.
"Someone accidentally mixed the alcoholic beer with the non-alcoholic stuff. We didn't notice until, well," he trailed off, gesturing to your boyfriend who you now realized was absolutely plastered. You had insisted he go out with the guys that night for some much needed "guy time."
"Accidentally?" you questioned Mickey with a purse of your lips. Mickey shrugged with another defeated sigh.
"Sorry y/n," he said, giving you a sympathetic look. "I brought him home as soon as we realized what happened."
"It's not your fault, Mickey," you sighed. You began waving him towards the door. "You go on home. I've got him."
"You sure?" Mickey asked uncertainly, but you nodded, offering him a small smile.
"Yeah, I'm sure," you murmured, looking at your boyfriend who was already staring at you with wonder in his eyes. Mickey said his goodbyes and you heard the latch of the door as he closed it behind himself.
"Oh, Bobby," you cooed, reaching down to run a hand through his soft hair.
"Hi Bugaboo," he slurred, grinning. He reached out his arms towards you, and you complied, straddling him when he pulled you down.
"Missed you s'much," he said as he leaned his forehead against yours.
You hummed as his arms wrapped around you and started stroking the small of your back where your low cut tank top had ridden up. "You weren't even gone that long, baby."
"Was still t'long," he muttered, burying his face into your chest. He nuzzled deeper and you heard him say something into your skin.
"What was that, Bobby?"
"I said," he started, looking up at you from his current position, "that you're always s'soft."
You chuckled, stroking his cheek. "That's very sweet of you, baby."
He nuzzled back into you, letting out a yawn. "S'true."
"C'mon, love," you whispered down into his ear, sending a shiver up his spine. "Let's go to bed, yeah?"
Bob's head shot up from your chest, a wide, mischievous grin slowly spreading across his face. "Yeah?"
You let out another chuckle, shaking your head. "to sleep, baby boy."
Bob pouted, deepening it when you moved to stand up. When you reached out your hand to him, he grabbed it gently and allowed you to pull him up.
"Fine," he huffed, leaning down to bury his face into your neck. He pressed light kisses up from the base and onto your face. He continued to press light kisses all over your face until you were a giggling mess in the middle of the living room. Bob pulled back with another pout when you pushed at his chest lightly.
"Bed, mister," you smiled sweetly up at him. He let out another huff of breath, but then seemed to perk up when he thought of something.
"We can cuddle in bed?" he asked you excitedly, earning another soft giggle from you.
"Of course, Bobby."
Bob practically stumbled his way to your shared bedroom, insisting he was fine to walk on his own and far too excited to hold you in his arms. He'd feel it in the morning, but you'd let him enjoy it now.
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