#smoochies and huggles to you all

[darsynia]

Dear tumblr lovelies:

Love Ya!

[toas-tea]

for the beeeans: 💛 + ☀️ + 🌽

jorleesi beans are my favorite beans, i always ask for extra in my burrito <3

💛 what’s your favourite aspects of their relationship dynamics? 

in the wise words of (1) jbear: “everything”

lol no seriously i love everything about them it’s not even funny. but if i had to choose a few, one of them definitely the way they can tell a whole-ass library’s worth of stories with just one look. like srsly

jorah: :|

daenerys: :|

what they’re really saying: Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis aute irure dolor in reprehenderit in voluptate velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur. Excepteur sint occaecat cupidatat non proident, sunt in culpa qui officia deserunt mollit anim id est laborum

your emojis eyes betray you, you precious beans.

lets also add the touching. can we talk about the soft and simple hand touches and forehead boops that communicate just as much pls and thank you?? am soft for soft touching UWU

love their power dynamic too. jorah doesn’t blindly worship her and points out her flaws and lets her know if she ever steps out of bounds because he’s looking out for her. same with dany. she looks out for jorah and makes sure he doesn’t pull the “there’s nothing to forgive khaleesi” card when she unintentionally hurts him or something similar to that nature because she of all people knows her bear is the king of self-deprecation.

this can be applied in the bedroom too, you know, personally my favorite place for them to be ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). i like how jorah normally lets daenerys take the lead but she definitely doesn’t mind it when he surprises her and occasionally takes the reigns. she loves those types of surprises and so do i. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

i know this might sound bad, but i love their arguments, specifically the epicenter of their arguments which commonly consists of trying to one up each other on who should be protecting who or who should be doing what’s best for the other like it’s some sort of competition 😂 they’re both so stubborn it’s literally like Unstoppable Force (smol) vs Immovable Object (tol) 😂😂😂

☀️ which one hogs all the blankets every night ?

i dont think either of them do, they just love each other so much that even in their sleep they make sure neither of them make the other person cold. if i had to choose one though, probably dany but it’d be by accident or something because she’s a smol dragon queen and dragons love ALLLL the WARMTH and blankets. jorah would wake up after having the blankets YEETED from him, but i don’t think he would mind. he would just make sure his fluffy dragon burrito is comfy and warm, proceed to spoon said dragon burrito then fall back asleep because he’s a northern bear so he’ll be ok. plus, he’s got the best dragon burrito to keep him warm, kinda like a huggable night light 😂😂❤️❤️

🌽 which one is more affectionate ? do they each have a different way of what they consider to be affection ?

UGH that’s a tough one. D: my kneejerk answer was going to be jorah just because this man can emulate affection stronger than 25 sea otters with just the way he loOKS at her. but the same can be said for daenerys because like @fandomsbyladymelodrama​ said in her post, when she fully embraces her feelings for jorah, she embraces it HARd like we’re talking big rUSSIAN MOMMAA BEAR HUG hard. she’s known no love like jorah’s so she would absolutely shower him with affection as strong as 10 mainlanders. also because in the wise words of ladymelodrama, she naturally feels the need to “make up for all that lost time” Q__Q ❤️ so im going to cheat and say both of them sorry 😂 

as for the different ways they consider affection - jorah being the romANTIC that he is would shower her with poetic compliments. like a simple exchange between the two of them like

daenerys: “the moon is full tonight. it’s beautiful.”

jorah: "i know someone much more beautiful.”

or some corny shit like that lol. dany’s used to praise like that, but no man can ever say it like jorah effing mormont. also, jbear is the king of chivalry and the reason why it’s not dead. he opens doors for her, pulls out the chair at the dining table, offers her a hand when shes taking a step down in heels, bridal carries her when he has to...you know...ALL the classic romance jazz. extra points for that deep and raspy voice of his ❤️ i’d say he tries to buy her really extravagant gifts as well, but that’s a habit dany is trying to help him get out of because of (1) lynesse. >:C

dany likes to express her affections for her bear through touch. holding hands, huggles, cuddling, leaning on him, giving him dragon smoochies etc. <3 she also likes to remind him how handsome he is from time to time not just because well...it’s true but also because she loves eliciting that bashful and blushy reaction from him :’D on special occasions dany will also get him gifts, but they’re not expensive or over-the-top. simple things that mean a lot to him and correspond to their relationship, like scarves, small pendants, cute little wooden carvings, picture frames, you know the drill. jorah would love and value all of it because he’s the type who values the little things <3 lmao dany could probably get him a spoon and say “remember this spoon? we used it on  our first date” and jorah would cry happy tears LMAO 😂😂😂

[yet-another-jjba-imagines-blog]

HCs of Bruno's gang falling in love with a fem teammate who saved their life, please! (Welcome to the community ❤❤❤❤)

As always, than ya for the warm welcome, dear! Now let us continue.

Bruno:

-This gorgeous fallen angel brought him back from the fuckin brink you can bet yer ass he’s gonna do everything in his gotdamn power to repay her and then some.

- Like, are you in trouble during battle? Zip zip bitch now you’ve been teleported to a nearby hiding place to recover. Are you extensively injured after a fight? Swoop swoop he’s carrying you to the ER.

- Don’t even try to protest against it he’ll just quietly sush you then give ya a lil smoochy-smooch and then take you to cuddle or somethin.

Abbacchio:

- “Wtf why’d you do that I had it under control.” “Abba you were shot five times.” 

- Starts really showing concern for her well being during missions tho. He WILL NOT let her do inspections of suspicious activity. (“Hmm what’s going on with this pressure valve? Lemme take a closer look.” “NO YOU GET YOUR ASS RIGHT BACK HERE BY ME. Have Giorno do it.”)

- If she says something about it he’ll be all like “What? The hell you talking about? I’m not protective I just don’t wanna clean up the mess if you die. butiloveyoupleasedon’tdoanythingstupidok.”

Mista:

- “Oh dear Lord above thank you for creating this gorgeous being that has saved my life I’d do fucking anything for her.”

- Not only does he become incredibly protective, but he also practically starts to wait on her hand and foot. (“Oh I’m getting kinda thirsty I think I’ll grab some water fr-” And he immediately just like fuckin makes a mad dash for the kitchen. “Tap or filter, principessa? Would you like ice or a dash of lemon? OH SHIT WAIT WE DON’T HAVE LEMONS! DON’T WORRY, I’LL GO OUT AND GRAB SOME, CARO!”)

- Protest? He’ll either just ignore it or just - put a finger on her lips and be like “I’d fucking die for you amore.” With a smile on his lips.

Narancia: 

- “Oh my god. OHGMY G o D YO Ur’e a fUCkInG SAI N T? WhaT d  iiiiD  I dO     tO DeseRVE YOU?”

- Starts hanging around her A LOT more. Very close. Very attached. Like, attached at the hip kinda close. Always happy to see her and practically starts bawling if she goes on a mission without her, with the typical leg grabbing. She has to drag him for like a good thirty feet or so before he lets go. (”Y-you better come back a-alive or-or! Or no kisses for a week!” “Narancia I can’t kiss you at all if I’m dead.” “Don’t remind meeeeeeee!!!”)

- He’ll basically insist on paying whenever you go out. Even sometimes suggests going to the more expensive places. (“Hey you wanna go out and get some gelato with me?” “Oh yeah sure! Which place!” “That one downtown with the cool designs on the windows!” “...Doesn’t that place charge like, 10,000 lire for a single scoop?” “Yeah but don’t worry I’m paying!”)

Fugo:

- “Why do I feel so weird about this? We’re in the mafia, we save each others’ lives all the time...”

- Doesn’t change so much in outward behavior as his thoughts. He imagines what kissing her would be like, thinks about them watching the stars from the roof, that kinda stuff. But he will subconsciously become more affectionate. More subtle touches here and there, hugs last longer, etc.

- It takes him a while to tell her how he’s feeling, and when he does, he flounders about it BIG TIME. But he’s hella sweet about it and gets flowers and all that.

Giorno: 

- “That was... so sweet of her... to do that for me... but why did she do it?”

- He observes her more. Watches and analyzes each of her actions. Provides through this he can pinpoint how she’s feeling and act accordingly to make her as happy as he possibly can. Makes lots of animal friends for her.

- A very affectionate boy. Huggles, smooches, hand holding are all to be expected both in private and public. He becomes very VERY protective of her. And will do whatever possible to enact justice if someone hurts her.

[yet-another-jjba-imagines-blog]

Since there's way too much snow where I live rn, could I request brunos gang and what would they do if they got snowed in with their s/o?

God I wish that were me. I’ve only seen snow twice in my life.

Anyways I’m doing this using second person pronouns cuz that’s just what feels right for me? If you don’t want me to do it like that just feel free to tell me. 

Bruno:

“Well mio caro, it appears as though we’ll be here for quite some time. Shall I fetch us something warm to drink?” He calls to you as you bury yourself in blankets on the couch. He then goes to the kitchen and you hear the gentle clink of the teacups as he prepares the drinks. A few minutes later he returns with two cups of tea/coffee/hot cocoa and a plate of Buccellati cookies (look them up they’re a real thing and they’re delicious.) left over from the gang’s Christmas party. He puts them on the coffee table and cuddles under like ten thousand blankets with you and you two start a movie marathon with lotsa huggles n smoochies (One of the movies you watch HAS to be Il Postino because that’s his favorite and he deserves the best.) until you fall asleep. If you fall asleep first then he carefully swoops you up and take you to a proper bed (cuz sleepin on a couch can do a fuckin number on ya.) and he keeps cuddlin up to ya till he falls asleep too.

Abbacchio: 

“Ah, shit. Looks like we’re gonna have to cancel that shopping trip. And here I thought we could stock up on some Moscato.” He says before stalking over to the music player and pressing play. Monteverdi softly begins to drift through the home as he seats himself besides you, shivers, and tugs the blankets off of you. “Hey, quit hogging the blankets.” He quickly fixes them so they cover the both of you generously and he scoots a bit closer. After a while of sitting there and taking each other’s warmth with the calming music in the background, someone’s stomach growls. Whose is it? I dunno. And he pipes up. “I think we’ve some Ruchetta salad left over. I’ll throw some on a couple of plates.” He slowly gets up and heads to the kitchen, you hear him throw open the fridge and a few cabinets as he starts to rummage around. After a few moments of nothing but the classical music and the clinking of China plates Abbacchio lets out an “Aha!” “What is it Abba?” Hep pops up from behind the bar holding a bottle. It looks like... a bottle of Zonin Primo Amore. ((I headcanon this as Abba’s favorite cuz it has a higher ABV than most Moscatos.)) “I almost forgot I had this. Kept it hidden just in case.” “Well in that case bring over the good glasses and we can pop in a movie!” “Can we watch Sling Blade?” “Abba I love you but Sling Blade isn’t exactly a ‘cuddling on a snow day’ kinda movie.”

Mista:

“Well I wanted to go outside and make snow angels but I don’t think I can even open the door now.” He plops onto the couch, still dressed up in layers and you take a seat next to him, peeling off your own jacket. “Why don’t we change into our jammies and do something else?” You offer. “And what exactly would that be?” I mean, what would be better than snow angels in this kind of weather? “Go change and you’ll see!” When he comes back into the living room he finds you setting up the CD player. You look over when you hear his footsteps approach and smile as you press play. He grins wide as The Carpenters begins to flow from the speakers. You grab his hand and you both start dancing and singing along “... I’m on, top of the world lookin, down on creation...” Neither of you knows how to fuckin dance so you kinda stumble around a bit before you find some kind of natural rhythm. When you do you lay your head on his shoulder and he puts his chin on top of your head as you both just enjoy the moment and each other’s company.

Narancia:

“Noooooo I wanted to play in the snoooooooowwwwww!!!” He’s banging at the door, as if doing that will somehow make the twelve inches of Jack Frost’s flaky white shit retreat from the doorway. You wonder how he even manages to lift his arms, as you saw him shove all of three coats on top of his shirt. His way-too-fucking-long scarf nearly touches the floor and you think it might be a good thing he can’t go out. He’d trip on that thing five feet out the door and hit his head on the porch rail or something. You gently grab his shoulder and direct him to the couch, sitting him down and taking off his excess layers. “What, you think whining will make the snow give way?” “No...” “I’m sure the snow will still be there tomorrow morning and maybe we’ll actually be able to step out the front door. Why don’t we just chill until then?” He looks away with a quiet huff, and that’s when you get an idea. You immediately get up and make a mad dash for the next room, where you store your electric lamp for camping, and start to put on a little shadow puppet show with him, weaving stories of bunnies and wolves going on great adventures together.

Fugo:

“Caro, what are you doing?” “ We’re making a pillow fort Panni! C’mon and grab something let’s go go go!!” You’re haphazardly throwing spare pillows and blankets into a pile, gathering the materials you’ll need to make the perfect pillow fort. He laughs but goes along with it, methodically placing pillows and blankets as you continue to run around gathering an erroneous amount of materials. Soon enough the two of you had made a fort fit for both King and Queen, stocked up with snacks and drinks and cute stuffed animals. The two of you go inside and sit against two large, fluffy pillows supported by the couch, and take a moment to admire the feats of your teamwork. You snuggle up close to him, placing your head in his lap. He cards his fingers through your hair, scratching you scalp as well and giving you a little massage, he continues to do this even after you fall asleep, and feels truly calm and warm in this little haven that you made together. He reflects on how grateful he is to have you around, and is glad that you’re his, and vice versa.

Giorno:

Giorno sits in the dim light of the fireplace and candles reading the latest fantasy adventure novel to catch his interest. He hears the soft thump thump of your feet against the floor as you approach with two plates, each with some pudding on it and two cups of chamomile tea. You place the dishes on the coffee table and sit beside him on the couch, leaning your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes, and gently resting your hand on his thigh. He grabs one of the teacups and takes a sip, and after placing it back down gingerly grips a spoon and uses it to scoop up some of the pudding and take a quick bite. When he’s finished, he begins to read aloud from where he last was and you listen, not truly paying attention to the words or their meanings, but to the sound and cadence of his voice as he longingly gives life to the story, much like how he gives life to objects. Without so much as opening your eyes, you grip the blanket next to you and drape it over both of your laps.