#physical touch is their love language
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make-me-your-animal · 8 months ago
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Am I the only person who lost their shit because Jake gently tapped Danny's shoulder.
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babs-babbles · 2 years ago
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Mmk I cleaned up that sketch more and added tiny deets because I'm trynna learn how to take up more canvas space
I haven't had fun with just sketching in a while, and these have helped study their dynamic more
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percabethconvos · 2 months ago
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Grover: So I'm curious, what's Annabeth's 'love language'?
Percy:...
Percy: Asking
Grover: Asking?
Percy: Yeah. You should've seen how happy she got the other day when I asked her about the construction of the Pantheon's dome
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creativepromptsforwriting · 9 months ago
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Love Languages
Physical Touch
Expressing and receiving affection through touch, physical closeness, and other forms of physical connection.
hugging - just random, to give energy, to breathe them in
holding hands every chance they have
sitting close together, touching each other
gently massaging their partner
casually putting a hand on the other's body
pulling their partner on their lap
dancing together
being their big spoon
casually kissing their partner
warming their partner up by rubbing their body
running hands through their hair
cuddling on the couch together
letting them lay their head on their partner's lap
squeezing their knee in a public setting
pushing hair back behind the other’s ear
initiating sex and paying attention to their partner's preferences
More: Seeking out physical affection | Hand-holding | Hugs | Kisses | Touching | Cute interactions
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brainrotcharacters · 3 months ago
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Mothers and fuckers of the ketchup and mustard household (I'm going even more insane than usual)
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vroomvroomwee · 1 year ago
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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
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chrissy-kaos · 6 months ago
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Cuddles anyone?
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lilbabyvalentine · 2 years ago
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lady-of-tearshed · 4 months ago
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Lost in translation
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Cassian x Reader
Cassian Week 2024
Day 4: Lover
@cassianappreciationweek
A/N: Honestly, I think that Cassian, as a lover, is a big fan of physical touch. Massages, hugs, holding hands, cuddling, having sex… That’s exactly how I imagine this male’s love language. So I thought: What would happen if our Lord of Bloodshed's mate had a completely different love language? And here's how this little fic got written. Enjoy! 💕
Summary: Cassian is worried he's being too clingy since you don't seem to show him your love with physical touches... But maybe the two of you just got lost in translation.
Warnings: Mention of nudity, but nothing explicit. Miscommunication angst. Happy ending.
Word count: 1,236k words
Dividers by @tsunami-of-tears
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And they lived happily ever after… The end.
You snap the book close in your hands and groan. You slide the back of the book onto the nightstand, right beside your empty mug of tea, and stretch your arms above your head. You sigh at the feeling of your numb muscles stretching out after a long time stuck in the same position. You look up at the clock to check how long exactly you’ve been reading, and the realization hits you full force.
Seven whole hours. Mother above… More like “Mother’s tits”, as your mate would so graciously say.
Speaking of him, you haven’t heard much of him in a while, which was weird, since he would always be tucked at your side at any given time of the day. He would usually burrow his face in the middle of your breasts, and start kissing them sneakily once he has enough of waiting for you to finish reading. He would become insufferable if you have the misfortune to read a relatively steamy part of your book and become all hot and bothered. Cassian would always manage to make you even more flustered or aroused when this happens. 
But the General hasn't shown up for seven whole hours. Tendrils of guilt swirls around your stomach, squeezing it uncomfortably as you come to the realization that you have failed to notice Cassian’s absence until just now. You softly tug on the golden bond that shone permanently in your chest, connecting your soul with the male of your every desire, but you receive no response, as if he had blocked you out. 
You slide your cold feets into your slippers, and pick up the mug on the nightstand, bringing it with you on your quest to find the General. The house of the wind is silent, save from the fire soothingly dancing in the hearth. Your eyes scan the living room, then the kitchen… No sign of Cassian. You walk toward the sink, washing your mug and placing it down into the drying rack, all while thinking where your mate can possibly be at this time of the night. 
Your eyes move to the front door, and you notice that there still was a thin layer of snow melting under the sole of his boots. He must’ve been training until late, which means…
Just as you start to make a connection of where your mate is most likely to be, the sound of water running from the bathroom confirms your theory. You tiptoe to the bathroom, trying to be sneaky, but Cassian’s gaze is already set on you when you walk in the bathroom. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up.” He says, turning his back to you.
The water is pouring down on him, soaking his hair, droplets of water sliding down the waves of his hair, following the uneven black lines tattooed on his shoulders, sliding all the way down his back, finishing their course by caressing his muscled ass… “I wasn’t sleeping.” You admit, starting to undress, not minding at all that your mate can smell the shift in your scent. 
Cassian shoulder’s tense slightly as you walk closer to the foggy glass door, naked. You raise a brow, halting your hand on the doorknob of the shower, about to question him but he’s quicker to speak. “Y/N, don’t come in here just because you pity me.” All hints of arousal leave your body at his words, your brain blurry from trying to understand where Cassian's insecurity comes from.  
“Alright, then,” You say, stepping inside the shower, standing right behind the General's massive shoulders, hands on your hips. “Mind telling me where such thoughts come from?” Your finger taps on the back of his head slightly, insisting that he turns around to face you, to face what’s on his mind and open up to you. 
Cassian’s shoulders drop, his wings so low that they brush the shower tiles on the floor. “Cassie… My love…” You stroke the spot in between his wings in a comforting manner, and you feel his wards crumble, his emotions pouring through the bond. 
Self-loathing, pain, loneliness… 
His feelings make your own heart sting, and your face crumbles at how much pain your mate seems to suffer from. You lift his wing, and carefully slip underneath it to sneak between the wall and his face. He turns his face away from you, facing the wall. You can’t tell if it’s tears, or water that’s rolling down his cheeks. “I need you to be honest with me,” He sighs, as if trying to gather the strength to speak his next words. “Do you…” His eyebrows knit, and your eyes glance to his fists, clenching, unclenching. He was nervous. “Do you find me annoying?”
“No, Cass-”
“Too clingy maybe?”
You frown, and wrap your fingers around his wrist. “No… My love-”
“Then why is it everytime I touch you, you…” His eyes snap to yours, and you hold your breath at how bloodshot they look. From crying. “You…” His voice softens, and he has to bite his lip to keep it from trembling. “Do you like it when I touch you?” He asks in a whisper, his head tilting to the side. Pain was written all over his face.
“Oh, Cassian…” You smile sadly, opening your arms to offer him a hug. He swings you into his arms, both of you now standing under the warm water. He buries his face in the crook of your neck. “I love it when you touch me. What made you think otherwise?” You comfort him, kissing the side of his head lovingly. 
“It almost looks like you avoid touching me. I just… I don't know. It made me wonder if perhaps I was the one being too touchy.” He confesses, still hiding his face in the safety of your neck. 
“Hey… look at me.” You move back to cup his cheek, forcing his eyes to meet yours. “If I didn't like you touching me, I would've told you so. I promise,” You kiss the tip of his nose. “Now, if I made you feel like I was avoiding touching you, I'm sorry. It's just…” You chuckle softly, shaking your head. “I'm just… I just like to express my love differently, I guess. Like, I usually express my love with little acts of services, or words of affirmation…” 
Cassian nods slowly, and scratches the back of his head, chuckling too. “Oh…” 
There's a moment of silence where the both of you just stand naked in the shower, your hands caressing Cassian’s cheeks, the stubbles scratching your digits softly. 
Cassian’s hands wrap delicately around your wrists, and he brings one of them to his lips, pampering the soft skin of it with kisses. “I'm so sorry I didn't notice all of this… I was too focused on my own love language. And since you weren't so… Gods, I'm such an idiot…”
“You're not an idiot,” You reassure him. “You're allowed to be worried about things, Cass. I'm happy we talked about it.” 
His lips leave your wrist, and hover over your mouth, softly brushing against yours. He tucks a strand of wet hair behind your ear, and whispers against your lips. “Yeah… I'm glad we talked about it too…” Then he kisses you, his lips feeling so light against yours. So was his heart, now that you've communicated.
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Acotar Taglist: @lilah-asteria @mybestfriendmademe
Cassian Taglist: @ladybookstan @acotar-lover
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yvainart · 1 year ago
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so i finally started reading atla’s comics and this happened so yeah
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hop-a-lot · 1 year ago
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would you mind doin a lil speedingbullet doodle for us mentall ill people
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sunday afternoon hang out
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warren-keplers-funk-band · 1 year ago
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season two so far has really been feeding into my poly-crew delusions
izzy deserves love too, damnit
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jesuistrestriste · 1 month ago
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calling art your handsome boy and him hiding in your neck with a red face while he curls further into you💔 i just wanna share a cute moment with him like that, peppering kisses on his head and cooing at him until he falls asleep in your arms and lap💔
he’s just sooo snuggly <//3 like he wants to be in ur lap as much as possible. he wants you to hold his hips, or wrap ur arms around his lower back, or run your fingers through his hair
he’s a clinger ! ! ! that boy sticks like velcro ! i feel like it would get mildly annoying after the first year of being with him, bc he gives you absolutely zero personal space when he’s nearby, but it’s so hard to say no to him.
i feel like if you even expressed an inkling, a whiff, of you not wanting him to be all over you.. he’d totally shutdown; reluctantly pulling himself off of you and then getting reallyy quiet. his head is hanging lower like he’s a dog who just got scolded.
he can’t speak or he’ll cry so he just 🤐…..
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chaoticvi · 1 year ago
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the hands that bring destruction can be so gentle.
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lifeline-zone · 6 months ago
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"cus' im heaving a good time"
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