Fluffy Headcanons:
-George tries his best to cook for you, but he gets distracted easily with jokes and dancing.
-So most of the time the food is overcooked or under cooked.
-And a few fires may have started.
-But after a while, George just started taking you to restaurants. It was the though that always counted.
-Dancing around the living room lat at night is a must with George.
-If he has nightmares, he just holds onto you in bed and hum softly while you play with his hair.
-He pouts. Constantly. Literally over everything. Like gives you the pout lip and puppy eyes constantly.
-Constantly pampers your face in kisses.
-It is never one kiss from George Luz. It is a thousand kisses when it came to him.
-But his favorite place to kiss is your lips.
-He says its because of how soft they really are.
-And he says that kissing them made him feel like the most loved man in the world.
-He steals flowers from neighbor's garden to come give them to you.
-"George? Did you steal these from the neighbor's garden again?"
-"Uh.. no?"
-"You are an awful liar, but go get a vase."
-George would do absolutely anything to make you happy. Or to keep you as happy as possible.
-And when you are sad, boy it breaks his hearts into little pieces.
-He would make jokes, buy you gifts, watch movies, kisses for days.
-There was one time where he even dressed as a clown. Make up and silly clothes and all. Just to see you smile. Which worked of course.
-He melts every time you smile. You can see how he just falls even deeper in love when he sees your smile. No matter where or when.
-George loves to mimic you. Not in a bad way or anything. It makes you laugh.
-Or he loves to narrate things that you do like cooking, cleaning, or anything you do really.
-"There she goes, Y/N L/N is cooking up a mean pancake for breakfast!"
-"George, keep narrating my life, I'm breaking up with you."
_"I, George Luz, is stopping the narration of the love of my life's life."
-Cuddles for days with this man.
-Demands to be little spoon and nothing else. Because he is baby.
-You guys don't hold hands, you two hold pinkies. Neither of you know why. It was something you two just always did and it just stuck.
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Band of Brothers Preferences and Imagines
FanfictionI noticed not enough stories were about my boys! anyways, please do request, they are always open! Any character, any situation, maybe even a song for me to listen to while I write! Drop it in the comments and you will receive.
