#gift giving

[darkonesdagger7437]

#if it isn’t incredibly obvious I condemn the parents in OP’s post for so many reasons #but I think the most damning thing is not teaching a behavior and then being like OOOOOoooOOOWHOAAAAAAAAAA where did this behavior come fro #while filming it. #that is not just stupid and cruel - which it is - but active ongoing proof of failing at the fundamental job. #people are often stupid and cruel #as well as ignorant and accidentally harmful #and as a society we don’t necessarily feel that should stop you from being a parent until it harms the child #well #this kind of thing that OP describes has another layer to me #and that’s the one where they’ve just failed the work. #sure so they’re not very nice or good people in one moment on the internet - ok whatever I’m not a cop #but fundamentally failing at the framework of the job though? #that doesn’t come from nowhere #and is harder to misconstrue or scramble the context. #that really does come back to not teaching a child and then being mad because they aren’t taught. #I tried to be more positive in the post though. #sorry OP if it sounded too positive strangeness #your sixpenceeee comment is very funny

(tags from @elodieunderglass)

"Look at this video of a child disappointed at their expensive gift! Children are so spoiled these days!"

That's cool. So, why did their parents upload their small child being upset online? In a public video, shared to the entire video? Why did they even save the recording?

Like. The kid in that scenario could be saying the most entitled nonsense in the world, and if their parents post it online to be publicly shamed, I'd still support the kid 100%. Thinking your child's life is a toy to exploit freely for #content is "spoiled"; when faced with mommy vlogers, kids should be demanding three PS5s and a new Bugatti, and we should be applauding them for it

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[atheostic]

Agreed. Other hypersocial animals besides apes do gift-giving too, such as cats, dogs, and corvids (people who feed crows often get gifted trinkets by the crows as their way of showing appreciation -- bleached bones, coins, buttons, paper clips, anything the crows think the humans might like).

Gift-giving isn't just either a religious practice or a toxic capitalist thing, it's an integral part of social interaction and how we show affection.

Like you, one of my primary ways of showing affection is getting people I love silly little gifts that I see and know they'd like to show I pay attention to their needs and interests and think of them. No Jesus required.

I hate to say it but I do fear we need to take Christmas away from non-Christians.

‘Secular Christmas’ babes that’s just capitalism…

[vroomvroomwee]

If I ever give you an interesting rock without uttering a word, you should know that that is the highest form of love I am capable of displaying and the highest honour I can bestow upon you

[undead-knick-knack]

And of course he fucking loved it 😭🖤💜

[paceprompting]

one silver ring

written for ‘gift’ | wc: 1000 # | steddie | rated: t | cw: no warnings apply | tags: established relationship, eddie munson's rings, lazy mornings, domestic steddie, musician eddie,

@steddieholidaydrabbles

Eddie didn’t want to leave Steve behind.

Three years ago, they’ve gotten the hell out of Hawkins and gone with Robin to Chicago

It had been the three of them for a while now—him and Steve most of all, with Robin focused on her degree. They’d shared a room strictly to avoid being stuck with a three-bedroom apartment’s rent—and then because, somehow, Steve found Eddie’s gremlin brain and organized chaos endearing enough to want to do more than just sleeping.

And Eddie never had to explain why his nightmares terrified him too much to go back to sleep—a rare occurrence now, but almost worse because of it when they came back.

But it was a tour. Corroded Coffin’s tour. They needed to do it to build on the momentum of the album. Cross-country, multiple shows a week, for six months.

All without Steve.

Eddie loved the band. Gareth, Jeff and Freak had all stuck around through the terror and chaos of spring break in ‘86. Somehow, they’d agreed that going to Chicago to try for their big break was actually a good idea.

Steve was thinking about going to school. Once Robin was finished, and it would still be only one person who needed to cut back to a part-time job. Maybe a teaching degree.

The advance from the band’s label definitely helped. Enough to cover their rent through Robin’s graduation and months beyond for a while. Now all Eddie had to do was follow through and travel across the country playing his music night after night.

Steve groaned softly in his sleep, turning over to face Eddie. His hand shuffled blindly up the mattress to Eddie’s thigh, his large palm spread across Eddie’s bare skin. It shifted upwards, stopped by his stomach. Brows furrowed, Steve opened his eyes.

Blearily, he took in that Eddie was sat up on their bed instead of passed out haphazardly across most of the mattress.

“What time is it?” he mumbled half into his pillow.

Eddie glanced at the alarm clock on Steve’s side. It didn’t fare well when it was on Eddie’s. Not if they wanted it to work after one alarm.

“Before eight.”

Steve had to check for himself, sitting up onto his elbows. He looked back to Eddie. “What are you doing up?”

“Just thinking.” Eddie shrugged. “Start of the tour’s coming soon.”

Steve nudged him, raising his brows. “You excited?”

He’d practically jumped Steve when he got the call that it was all happening—literally jumped him. Steve had barely gotten his arms around Eddie when he’d leapt at him, they’d gone crashing to the floor.

“Sorta.”

Steve stared at Eddie’s profile, what wasn’t hidden by his hair. The bed creaked as he rose onto his knees and resettled beside Eddie’s, shoulders pressed together. “What’s wrong?”

Steve was warm from being underneath the blankets, even through his t-shirt. It was hit or miss right now in the summer, but Eddie practically glued himself to Steve’s side during the unforgiving Chicago winters.

Eddie bit at his bottom lip, pulling gently at the rings on his left hand. Moving them up to his knuckle and then back down to the base of his fingers.

“I want to give you something.”

“A gift? Not a usual occasion.” Steve wiggled closer, tucking his head onto Eddie’s shoulder.

“For my going away,” Eddie clarified. With a half-hearted laugh, he added. “I don’t want you forgetting about me after six months, do I?”

“I think you have that backwards, Eds,” Steve teased with a kiss to the side of his face.

Steve slid one arm around Eddie’s middle, pulling him close. Eddie hadn’t realized how much he needed the touch until he leaned back against Steve’s chest, the tense air in his chest leaving him.

“Just,” Eddie paused, working the ring off his index finger. He reached for Steve’s free hand, bringing it around in front of them, palm facing up. “Here.”

He fit it onto Steve’s thumb, the bulky, silver cross ring only reaching the first knuckle. A size too small.

Steve huffed his laughter into Eddie’s hair, bring his other hand up to test his other fingers until the ring found a home on his own index finger, the same place where Eddie wore it.

“Perfect,” Steve murmured, twisting his hand to examine his new adornment.

It was anything but perfect for Steve—who still preferred his polos and Henleys in every color except black. But Eddie wasn’t sure he would ask for it back after the tour.

“I’m going to miss you.”

Steve wrapped his arms around him, squeezing with a gently hum. “After hours playing your music, hearing thousands chant your name, you’re not going to be thinking about me. Not to mention being exhausted from all the traveling.”

Eddie couldn’t believe Steve thought he was the reason their pairing was strange. Eddie should never have snuck under Steve’s radar, and yet Steve never asked him to leave.

“You’re going to be in my every spare thought, babe.”

There was a second where neither of them said anything, and Eddie closed his eyes to bask in Steve’s warmth.

“You going to dedicate a song to me?” Steve asked, nosing Eddie’s hair out of the way to nip at the shell of his ear. Only God and Eddie knew how many Corroded Coffin songs had been written while Eddie pined for his roommate—not to mention the explicit ballads that had come after their dancing around each other while having sex phase.

Some of those had needed a rewrite.

“Maybe.”

“Which one?” Steve pitched his voice low, and Eddie shivered. Steve slid his hand underneath Eddie’s shirt, teasing up and up until he grazed Eddie’s sensitive chest.

“God, fuck, all of them.”

Steve held him tight to keep Eddie from squirming, his chuckle low in his chest.

“Thank you for the ring, sweetheart,” he said, slowly tipping them back onto the bed and climbing over Eddie to see how the ring looking tangled in his curls.

[artytaeh]

THEODORE NOTT HAS A LOT OF MONEY. and even though that's a relief that indulges his own impulsive spendings to pamper himself, it still doesn't feel like he properly makes use of it.

the large bookshelf on his bedroom, at the nott mansion, might suggest otherwise.

( what? theodore enjoys special editions; no, it's not silly to want a first edition of one of his older favorites, or a hard cover version with a better illustration, really. much less having paid more for a book on his native language, given that he's in london, a bit too far away from the city he was born, millan. )

but then, ah— there it is! the reason why his family's ridiculous wealth makes sense, now!

because what theodore nott lacks in a few matters, such as communication or spending a lot of time with you, when he needs his time alone, he'll compensate like this.

one might perceive this as a heartless, uncaring way to press bandaids over emotional wounds; believe me, it couldn't be farther than this.

theodore just likes to see you smile, and given that his black card is a means to such an end, well, why not?

things are just things; but things do bring happiness, so yes, you can buy happy feelings!

theodore would love to know if you collect something— mugs? he's bringing a new one for you, now paying extra special attention to crockery themed stores. snowglobes? there's this one he found, with a charm to it! if there's a comic series you like, theodore would discreetly surprise you every week with a new volume.

only for you to go and break his heart, standing in front of his door with his gifts in arms, extending them for theodore to take it back.

cluelessly, and looking a bit like a kicked puppy, theodore frowns. are you angry at him? isn't this the type of thing you like? should you reassure him that your only issue is the excessive money spent on you, theodore feels like a weight left his shoulders.

huff; so, he does know how to please his girlfriend and what she likes!

... but why are you rejecting him? 'hey, bella, don't offend me— this isn't going to empty nott's vault any time soon.'

should his puppy eyes work, well then, you're doomed.

because theodore will use this same excuse over and over again, when he brings another thing that reminds him of you. what? you mentioned that you like coats like these! it's a color you like to wear, and you'll need warm clothes like that in a matter of weeks!

do you not like his gifts? theodore will give you a look that, if you didn't know better about his cynical shenanigans, you'd believe that his heart was being shattered to pieces.

that's the reason why dates at hogsmeade are so dangerous. i'm being serious— you might as well keep your eyes on the road, stare at the snow beneath your feet, because if you spend more than four seconds staring at something inside a shop...

there isn't time to process anything else; theodore's mind works fast. you saw it, you seem to like it, he's buying it. in a blink of an eye, theodore already has his card between his index and middle finger, nonchalantly making his way inside.

'can't a man spoil his girl? goddamn it, dolcezza.'

clothes are almost worse. if he sees something that you're staring at, and likes it, theodore is putting so much (discreet. not so discreet,) effort into convincing you to let him buy it for you.

'you'd look good in it. see, it's a color you like, it would look really good, given your skin tone.' and then, he takes a different approach: 'trying it on doesn't hurt, right?'

a cruel plan, you see, because then you fall in love with this dress, as much as theodore fell in love with the idea of you wearing such pretty clothes.

his arms embrace your waist, like a snake slowly trapping its victim; the fabric feels right under his skin, the dress looking as if it was sketched for you, fitting better than a glove.

theodore rests his chin on your shoulder, holding back a smirk as he sees you mourning the idea of leaving the dress here— it's just so pretty! and theodore's compliments don't help!

🗯️ : but teddy, it's really cold these days. i wouldn't be able to wear it, anyways.

t : and that's why we learned simple warming charms during third year.

🗯️ : sure, but— i don't have where to use it, so it's not worth it if it's just going to look pretty in my dresser.

t : no worries, bambina. i'll think about a perfect date for you to wear this, looking so pretty for me. bellissima, la mia bella ragazza.

NO USE IN ARGUING WITH HIM; theodore nott always wins these rounds. the battle is won, and the war is benefitting his side.

even if you do not let him spoil you with such impulsive thoughts and freedom, theodore would never, for the life of him, let you pay for a single coffee or meal while you're with him.

lunches at hogsmeade are a favorite of his. obviously, he's paying. this slytherin doesn't joke about the topic; will give you the biggest side eye if you take out your wallet.

who do you think he is? his mother raised a man that knows how to treat a girl right, and a good boyfriend! no way in hell is any soul at hogsmeade, scotland, europe— hell, galaxy!— considering that he's not taking care of his amata ragazza properly.

ALL IN ALL, THEODORE FINDS IT SWEET how much you worry over it, and insist that he could spend this same money on things that he likes.

but that's what you fail to understand— what theodore likes, more than a new book with a promising synopsis, or an exquisite astrolobe— is seeing you smile for something that he got you.

﹙★﹚ won't give you gifts to earn his forgiveness earlier, though. he wants his presents to feel like he genuinely thought you'd like it, not as a bargain or bribery.

anyways, i love this man. 🌷

[aventurineswife]

Could I request Kinich with a reader who makes toys for children and saurians? Imagine one day, she decides to make Kinich a collection of saurian plushies so he won't be lonely.

A Stitch for Solitude

Summary: Kinich spends his days perched in solitude atop a tree, observing the wilds of Natlan. Despite his detached demeanor, he carries an unspoken loneliness. You, a skilled toymaker, notice his quiet yearning and craft a collection of saurian plushies to bring him warmth and connection.

Tags: Kinich x Reader, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Gift-Giving, Emotional Vulnerability, Quiet Introspection, Slow Burn Connection, Soft Moments.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over Natlan as the soft breeze rustled the leaves. Kinich sat alone on the sturdy branches of an ancient tree, gazing out over the vast, untamed landscape. His expression, as always, was unreadable, his posture calm and steady, yet there was an unmistakable solitude to him. He was content with his own company, though a part of him, deep down, could never quite escape the quiet sting of loneliness.

Despite his pragmatic nature, there were moments—rare, fleeting moments—when even Kinich couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have someone to share his solitude with. To have something more than the cold, utilitarian world he had built for himself.

As the days passed, you noticed him more often, perched high in the tree, staring into the distance. You’d often see him surrounded by the wild beauty of the mountains, yet there was something about him that felt... detached, as though he was observing the world rather than truly participating in it.

You, on the other hand, were the opposite. A weaver of stories, a creator of joy. The toys you made were renowned throughout the tribe, not only for their craftsmanship but for their charm. The children adored them, and even the saurians seemed to take interest in the playful creations you fashioned from clay, wood, and fur.

One evening, as you worked on a new set of toys for the younger ones, an idea began to take root in your mind. Kinich. The thought wouldn’t leave you. He was always alone, always distant, and yet… there was something about his quiet nature that intrigued you. Perhaps it was the way he carefully observed life around him, as though taking mental notes, even when it seemed like he wasn’t paying attention.

What if… what if you made him something? Something to remind him that he wasn’t as alone as he believed.

The next day, you set to work. You gathered materials: soft furs, durable threads, clay, and small stones to make the eyes. With each stitch, you focused on the saurians that Kinich so often hunted, each one an elegant representation of the creatures he had spent his life mastering. You created small plush versions of these fierce creatures—saurians with bared teeth, with soft, rounded bodies and bright, expressive eyes. Each one was unique, just like the animals he encountered in the wild.

Days passed, and you worked in secret, stitching and stuffing each plush until you had a small collection. When the last plush was complete, you felt a sense of accomplishment, but also a tinge of nervousness. Would Kinich like them? Would he understand the gesture?

You didn’t know what prompted you to do it—perhaps it was the way his eyes sometimes lingered on the children’s toys when they passed by, or the way he seemed to carry an unspoken weight—but you knew that this was something you needed to do.

That evening, as Kinich once again perched in his usual spot in the tree, you approached him, holding the small bundle of plushies carefully in your arms. The sunset bathed everything in a soft orange light, and the world felt quieter, as though nature itself was holding its breath.

“Kinich,” you called softly, approaching him.

He turned, his eyes briefly scanning you before settling on the bundle you carried. “What is it?” he asked, his tone as direct and to-the-point as always, though there was an undercurrent of curiosity.

You smiled, a little shy, but steady. “I made something for you.”

You climbed up beside him on the branches and carefully placed the collection of saurian plushies on the tree bark. Each one was carefully crafted—an imposing Saurian with spiked scales, a smaller, more agile one with bright eyes, and a fearsome, larger creature with a tail that curled protectively around its body.

Kinich’s eyes narrowed slightly as he observed the toys, his usual guarded expression softening just a fraction. He reached out, running his fingers over the smooth fur of one of the plushies. “For me?” he asked, his voice quieter now, as if the question itself caught him off guard.

You nodded, feeling your heart race. “I thought... maybe these could keep you company. You’re always out there alone, hunting, or on your travels. I thought you might like something to remind you that you don’t have to be lonely.”

There was a long pause, and for a moment, Kinich didn’t say anything. He merely stared at the plushies, his fingers brushing over each one with an almost reverent care. It was the most open you’d ever seen him, and it made your heart ache in the best way.

Finally, he spoke, his voice quieter than usual, the edges of it almost... vulnerable. “Why did you make these for me?” he asked, still not quite meeting your gaze.

You shrugged, though your heart felt full. “I just... thought you might like them. I thought maybe you could use something soft and warm to come home to. Something... that’s not cold or calculated. Just something that’s there for you.”

Kinich’s gaze flickered to the plushies once more, his eyes lingering on them with a softness you rarely saw. He picked one up—a small saurian with its mouth slightly open—and held it in his hand, turning it over as if examining it. “You didn’t have to,” he said, the words almost too quiet to catch.

You smiled, your voice gentle. “I wanted to.”

For a long moment, there was only the soft rustle of the wind around you. Kinich’s gaze remained fixed on the plushies, but there was something in the way he held them now—a new tenderness that wasn’t there before. Perhaps it was the weight of the gesture, or perhaps it was the realization that someone had thought of him in a way he had never expected.

Finally, he spoke again, this time with a faint, almost imperceptible smile on his lips. “Thank you, [Name].” The words were simple, but they held a sincerity that made your heart skip a beat.

You nodded, feeling warmth spread through your chest at the acknowledgment. “You’re welcome, Kinich. I’m glad you like them.”

He looked at you then, really looked at you, his eyes soft with something unspoken. “I won’t be lonely anymore,” he said quietly, as if the plushies had somehow bridged a gap he hadn’t even realized was there.

And in that moment, you realized something you hadn’t expected: Kinich wasn’t as cold and distant as he seemed. Beneath the utilitarian exterior, beneath the pragmatism and the stoic demeanor, there was a quiet longing for connection. A connection that, in his own way, he was beginning to accept.

As the night settled in and the stars began to twinkle overhead, you sat in companionable silence on the branches, the plushies between you, and for the first time, Kinich didn’t seem quite so alone.

And you, too, felt the comfort of knowing that, for once, you weren’t alone either.

[gaiussleechtank]

Arthur’s love language is gift giving, always has been. He realises this when he returns to a modern Albion full of all these new terms and words and definitions. Back before he died, he didn’t have the time to properly make things for his loved ones as he was the King and he was incredibly serious about his duties.

Yet when he returns to a modern world, he finds himself crown-less and with a lot of spare time. Cue discovering YouTube and google, how-to-tutorials, craft books and step by step guides.

Back in Camelot, Merlin was a nightmare to get things for, nothing flashy or expensive or Arthur would have his ear nagged off about wasting money. But now? Paper and paint seem to be limitless to Arthur and he’s just learnt what origami is.

Merlin comes across him one morning to find the returned king fast asleep and surrounded by hundreds of painted paper dragons. It’s the best gift the immortal has ever received.

[sincerely-astra]

☁️Stardew Valley: love language headcanons☁️

(P.S. This is just the bachelors and bachelorettes, but I decided to add Sandy for fun. ^^)

Harvey-

Giving: Acts of service

Receiving: Words of affirmation

Haley-

Giving: Words of affirmation

Receiving: Receiving gifts

Alex-

Giving: Physical touch

Receiving: Words of affirmation

Abigal-

Giving: Gift giving

Receiving: Quality time

Elliot-

Giving: Physical touch

Receiving: Acts of service

Emily-

Giving: Gift giving

Receiving: Quality time

Penny-

Giving: Gift giving

Receiving: Acts of service

Maru-

Giving: Acts of service

Receiving: Words of affirmation

Sam-

Giving: Quality time

Receiving: Words of affirmation

Sebastian-

Giving: Quality time

Receiving: Physical touch

Shane-

Giving: Quality time

Receiving: Quality time

Leah-

Giving: Giving gifts

Receiving: Quality time

Sandy-

Giving: Physical touch

Receiving: Receiving gifts

[somedayillbepeterpan]

I just know that Penelope would be the most spoilt wife in Bridgerton because Colin’s love languages are both gift giving and acts of service.

[theosbaby]

❥ draco as his love language: gift giving

— boyfriend!draco who loves to spoil his girl with lots of gifts, buys her dinner in the fanciest restaurants and takes her on expensive trips every other month because she deserves the world.

[ohitsjae]

Skz as love languages...(Pt2)

tags: Stray Kids, Stray Kids x gn! reader, sfw

summary: Skz as what love languages they could have (Maknae line)

(Part 1 with the Hyung line can be found Here)

Hanji

His main love language is a Physical Touch. We've all seen what a cuddle bug he can be so I definitely think he's always in contact with you - he wants to hold your hand whenever you guys are walking or driving anywhere, cuddles up to you on the sofa when it's movie night and if you're cooking or washing up or even just stood in place somewhere he'll come up and give you a back hug. Also sometimes if your stood talking to a friend/family/one of the members he'll come up and wiggle his way into your arms to get a hug whilst you talk. The other members just smile and laugh now because they're so used to this, watching Sung get his 'daily dose of cuddles' whilst you sway softly with him. He always offers you a hug or a shoulder to lean on (literally and metaphorically) when you've had a bad day and when he stays round yours he won't go to sleep until your in bed because he needs to wrap around you like a koala on order to sleep.

In turn, you always offer him your hand if you notice him feeling anxious/sad/just a bit down, giving each other piggybacks when you get tired on dates and having tickle wars/play fights all the time. Putting your feet on his lap when you guys are sat down, playing with his hair if he sits down on the floor in front of you and kissing his forehead or giving him a little head scritch when you walk past him when he's sat at his desk/in the studio. When he goes on tour, you two swap hoodies so that you can still get a 'hug' from each other even though you're miles apart, having him leave some of his cologne/perfume behind, and giving him some of yours, so you can spray it on the hoodie or a blanket and feel closer to each other. (When he gets off tour the first thing he does is turn up at your apartment and just hugs you for a solid 5 minutes)

His second love language is Quality Time. He just wants to be with you! Whether watching a film or going on a date he wants to spend time with you - as far as he's concerned there's always something new to learn about you and he wants to know Everything that makes you You. Video calls where he's in the studio and you're at home, knowing each other's schedules off by heart because you're both memorised when you can meet up again and just loving each other and wanting to keep each other company regardless of whether it's for a date or running errands.

Lixie

Giving/Receiving Gifts! He loves seeing you smile, and whenever he sees something that reminds him of you, he buys it! Whether it's your favourite chocolate or a designer necklace, he'll get it for you. When he's on tour he'll get you a little souvenir from each stop and each one has to be different from the last, he also tries to get sweets/chocolate native to each country at every stop and buys things off of your wishlist after each concert just because he can. Turning up at your apartment smiling because he found something and 'you just need to have it right now!' he's almost shaking with the excitement he gets from seeing you open the presents he gets you. Getting all flustered and blushy when you love it even though you always tell him that and give him a hug and kiss in thanks, but each time he gets you something feels like the first time he presented you with a present.

You're always looking out for merch from his favourite groups/games/films and trying to find jewellery that you'll think he'll like. You get shy giving him presents so you always make it a little scavenger hunt! Going to his dorm when you know he's out on schedule and leaving post-it notes with clues and hiding the gifts across his dorm and your apartment. Conspiring with the other members to find out things that he wants but won't buy for himself to surprise him with, having his sisters send over sweets/chocolate/food from Australia when you know he's feeling homesick and buying him oversized hoodies (only because you plan to steal them when he goes on tour!)

The second one I think is Words of Affirmation. Always calling each other pet names - sometimes sweet pet names other times it's just really silly, like you can't just say 'light of my life' it has to be more like 'light of my life, apple of my eye, my heart's desire, my one and only' etc and you'll keep going until you make the other laugh. Telling each other that you love them all the time, he always compliments your skills/knowledge of your favourite hobby and you always cheer when he's dancing. Texting each other reminders that you think they're amazing, that they're loved and sending each other cute memes.

Minnie

For Seungmin, I think the first one is Acts of Service. Making you a drink in the mornings/evenings, ordering takeout for when you guys are staying in, paying for the meal when you guys go out and replenishing your stock of your favourite food so you don't run out without saying anything. Your favourite hoodie of his always seems to be 'accidentally' left at your place whenever he's on tour or has a long schedule that means he can't visit as often, when he stays round your apartment your phone is always charged even if you know you fell asleep before plugging it in and your plants and/or pets always get a bit of extra food/water (you catch him watering the plants exactly one (1) time and it's adorable, he's crouched down with a little jug and talking to them - you catch him feeding your pet/s once as well and he's again all sweeting petting them as he puts the food down murmuring to them about how they need to let you rest as he makes sure they're all eating well - you have many photos ....and at least one video of it and you rewatch them whenever hes away/you're feeling down)

In return, you try and always turn up at the company in his free spots with a coffee and snack so that he's got something to eat before practice, battle the ticketing sites to get both of you seats to the next baseball game when you're both free because you know he won't get them himself because he's busy/forgets due to schedules and you often go round to his dorm to quickly restock his favourite coffee (neither of you realise that the other is replenishing their favourite things and the other members are both in awe and completely over how oblivious you both are considering that you're both meant to be intelligent individuals lolol).

The second one is Quality Time. Planning around your schedules to meet up or video call even if it's only for 10 minutes, sitting next to each other whilst you both get work done and trying to make time to play games together whether that's board games, card games or computer games just doing something fun together to unwind from busy days. Coming home and just finding him watching TV in your apartment 'because it's closer to the company' (it is Not it is in fact 20 minutes in the wrong direction but let him have the excuse and cuddle him whilst watching crap TV shows lolol).

Innie

I think this might surprise people but I think Words of Affirmation. He's might get shy and blushy and flustered but despite all that, he's always complimenting you and praising your skills and knowledge. Sending texts telling you he absolutely adores you, calling you pet names and basically just everything he feels to awkward to say to your face, sometimes it's even little clips from skz's romance songs that remind him of you.

In turn, you (after a long conversation about what you're both comfy with) are always telling him you love him, sending him loads of praise and 'i love you memes' whenever he posts a new song and just generally calling him cute nicknames and telling him that he's amazing at what he does and that he makes you feel so loved and cared for (and also teasing him because whenever you say anything like this to him his ears go bright red and he gets all flustered with that shy smile he always does) because you know no matter how much he blushes or complains he does actually like hearing all of these things.

I think the other one is Gifts. Especially when he's really busy or on tour, the two of you make sure that if the other has talked about having a long day or are feeling stressed you get them a little gift. For him, you like sending takeout to his hotel for him or sending something he mentioned wanting to the venue (because those are the only set addresses you have for him when he's on tour) and for you, he sends flowers and orders your favourite dessert for you. He sends you little postcards and keyrings from each stop on the tour. When he's not on tour, it's not unusual for you two to meet up and both of you have a present for the other! He loves buying you jewellery and decorations for your apartment and you love getting him clothes and new skincare things to try.

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