𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚌𝚜
[trying something a little different, let me know what you all think :)]
♥ the two of you probably met in college through mutual friends at a party
♥ you had randomly asked him to hold your drink after one of your shoes broke and hurried off to the bathroom
♥ when you came back, it was like he had forgotten he was holding it as he started talking to your friend and looked at you weirdly when you asked for it back
♥ flash forward and he’s going through an “i will learn how to play guitar, even if it kills me” phase
♥ but he doesn’t start with the basics (of course). he goes right for learning the chords to a weird Scandinavian song he heard when he stumbled onto a foreign radio station
♥ or at least, that’s what he told you he was learning
♥ turns out he was trying to perfect learning a song he knew you loved
♥ man is a Grade. A. simp
♥ every morning he wakes you up with a steaming cup of tea in bed
♥ some days you show up to work to see a luscious bouquet of flowers sitting on your desk from him
♥ he leaves notes in unexpected places for you to find when he goes off to shoot
♥ after you move in together, you’d get home from work and he’s ready to shower you in love and affection (and tell you everything he learned from a documentary he watched for fifteen minutes during the day)
♥ the two of you love cooking together
♥ mainly weird recipes the two of you found online
♥ everything comes out terrible in the end though because George always has to “spice it up”
♥ usually you give up anyway, happy to order pizza because who cares
♥ as far as your friends knew, you were both great cooks
♥ George took the ideology behind “what’s mine is yours” very seriously, and applied it to most aspects of your already shared life
♥ whether it be car keys or clothes, it was shared
♥ George’s favorite thing to share happened to be personal space
♥ in the car, George’s hand was either tangled with yours or settled on your knee; maybe resting on the back of your seat---it really didn’t matter as long as he was in arms length of you
♥ when you usually went about your chores around the house, George would follow you around to help you or just “keep you company”
♥ it probably was because of how much you worked during the week
♥ he loves wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your hair after a long day
♥ between pressing soft kisses to your shoulders, he’d hum in response to you talking about your day
♥ George was always on one side of the bed when you went to sleep, yet you’d wake up twisted around him in his embrace or on the opposite side without any recollection as to how you’d gotten there
♥ while you felt unkempt and sweaty, he was still dozing off blissfully, completely unbothered