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anothermansjeans · 15 days

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oooo i would LOVE if you could do a blurb where we see youtuber reader getting ready with spencer’s voiceover spliced in between your descriptions!

hehehe YES! i was wondering if anyone would have wanted to see it SO THANKS FOR GIVING ME A REASON TO WRITE IT!!

cw: fluff, spencer is a menace at times

wc: 599

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The engagement of your most recent TikTok was off the charts. It wasn't something that you normally thought about. Yes, making content was your job and what helped keep the bills paid, but you always did well enough to not have to worry (you're very aware and never take this for granted). There was just something about Spencer in your videos that made the views and comments skyrocket.

The video went as follows: it was a simple set up, you were at your vanity with your makeup setup, and you sent a smile and wave to your phone. A voiceover of yourself talking. “Hey lovelies, I’ll be doing my makeup but Spencer will be doing the voiceover! Okay, bye!”

The video continued on with you massaging spf onto your face, followed by some primer. “This is Y/N doing her makeup routine, even though I tell her every day she already looks perfect.” Your awe was heard after his statement. “It looks like Y/N is putting sunblock all over her face. She’s not putting on the recommended amount which is about ¼ teaspoon. Many dermatologists recommend the ‘three finger rule’ when applying so that you know you’ve used enough.” Your scoff could be heard in the background, but Spencer continued. “She’s now using another product with the name ‘elf’ on it. I believe this is a skin primer, which I learned blurs pores and smooths your skin so makeup can glide on.”

The video continued on as you went through putting on concealer, foundation, and contour. “She’s now putting concealer under her eyes and on red spots. I believe this is for color correction, but she should be using a shade of green to neutralize the red and then put concealer or foundation on. She’s now blending in the concealer very vigorously.” His next words were a bit softer, most likely looking directly at you when he spoke “you should have a lighter hand so bruising doesn't occur or worse, when you're blending on your eyelid the possibility of popping a blood vessel.”

Your giggles could be heard as well as your words, “okay babe, you're missing some of the video though.”

“Right! Okay, now she's using foundation. This shade looks to be a shade too dark though. Y/N, did you run out of your winter shade?”

“Spencer!”

“Sorry, sorry, now she’s blending again, still very harshly, but now she's using a darker shade to contour under her zygoma and on her mandible.”

The video went on with Spencer’s commentary sprinkled in. He knew exactly what each process was (you think he watches more of your videos than you originally assumed), and he would only roast you every other step. It was the end of the video when you were putting setting spray on and Spencer let out a sigh. “And the last step. I think. She’s spraying something on her face. She told me this helps her makeup stay on all day, but her skin produces oils throughout the day so it's likely this really only works for a couple of hours at most.”

Your grumbled voice could be heard after his. “Outro, Spence!”

“Thanks… for watching? Was that good? I don't know how to stop the recording, Y/N–”

And the video was over. People were obsessed with Spencer just from his voice alone. The quips were funny, his voice was a bit raspy, TikTok declared they loved him (and you– they were obsessed with this relationship). You had a feeling Spencer would be a lot more involved in your content from here on out.

BONUS: some comments

@ user: HE KNEW SO MUCH??? 😭

@ user1: he's so sassy PLEASE...sassy man epidemic is REAL

@ user2: his...voice... girl i would die a happy death fr

@ user3: SHE'S GETTING COMFORTABLE WITH SHARING HIM WE'RE WINNING

@ user4: why is he DRAGGING you ever so slightly LMAOSHSJDJD

@ user5: yall are so cute i want what you have 🫶

youtuber!reader taglist: @im-a-ghost666

let me know if you would like to be added or removed!

#I LOVE THEM #SPENCER WOULD KNOW EVERY STEP OF R'S ROUTINE #dr spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #criminal minds #youtuber!reader

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astrophileous · 7 months

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What about bau!reader who gets shot on a case and Morgan gets angry? like really angry. i leave the rest up to you but i’m kicking my feet and giggling to the thought of morgan getting all angry and mad🤭

if any of you saw this post I made abt agent anderson, it was about this blurb lmao. ty for the request sweetie! I hope this is to your liking 💞

Warning(s): gn!reader, injured reader, talks of gunshot, derek is angry 😠, profanities

This blurb was written as a part of the "Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K" celebration.

Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

Heavy footsteps thundered along the white stark hallway. People scampered like hunted rabbits when they saw him, but Derek didn't care. Nothing else mattered to him right at that moment except for reaching the destination in his mind.

Emily Prentiss was the first person Derek saw in the pristine waiting room. The black-haired woman stood to her feet the second her eyes landed on him. Emily had never seen such fury in the man's eyes. She didn't think she would even recognize him in this state if it weren't for the familiar face drilling holes straight through her skull.

"Anything?" Derek bellowed, his voice echoing against every available surface in the room.

Emily shook her head.

"How bad is it? Tell me."

"I don't know," the brunette lamented. "They already ushered (Y/N) inside when I arrived. I don't know anything."

"Well, somebody has to fucking know something." Derek started to pace, his posture domineering in the middle of the room. "Where is—"

Before he could formulate the name in his mind, the person in question appeared from the hallway with Spencer hot on his heels. Agent Anderson faltered in his tracks when he spotted Derek in the waiting room, his countenance getting paler as the latter stalked towards him.

"You," Derek seethed. "You tell me what the fuck happened out there, right now."

Anderson couldn't even look at Derek's face without trembling. Spencer stepped in between the two, trying to push Derek away by his shoulder but the older man wouldn't even budge.

"Morgan, this is not the time nor the place," Spencer warned.

"I'm not doing anything. I'm just asking a question," Derek sneered. "Am I right, Anderson? We're just having a conversation, right?"

"R-Right."

"Good. Now tell me what fucking happened."

The atmosphere thickened in the room. Anderson's eyes darted everywhere as if looking for a reprieve. It was a futile attempt, really. There was nowhere that the man could run where Derek couldn't follow.

"It was supposed to be routine questioning. We didn't—we didn't know that the guy had a warrant against him. I only heard the gunshot before I found (Y/L/N) in the backyard."

"Where were you? Why weren't you two together?"

"We... we, uh, we split up."

"You what?"

"(Y/L/N) said—" Anderson stopped himself when Derek proceeded to glower, forcing the younger agent to backtrack and choose his words more carefully, "—like I said, we didn't think the guy was any threat when we arrived. He shot (Y/L/N) and ran while I was calling for help."

The muscles on Derek's face twitched. "So, not only did you put (Y/N)'s life on the line, but you also let the shooter go free?"

"What? I didn't—we weren't—the injury isn't even that fatal!"

Anderson regretted it as soon as the words left his mouth. Spencer physically winced after hearing the sentence, and from across the room, Emily was frowning, shaking her head in disapproval as if she was reprimanding her young child.

"I see. It's not even that fatal, is it?"

"T-That's not what I—" gulping down, Anderson tried to scour for his voice, "—I just meant that the, um, the bullet? It didn't even go through. It only grazed (Y/L/N)'s side."

Spencer let out a tired sigh from between them.

"Yeah? You're lucky it didn't go through, Anderson." Derek stepped forward, his index finger blunt but piercing as it fell on Anderson's chest. "Because if the bullet did go through, I would've made sure that you'd fucking pay—"

"Excuse me? Anyone here for (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?"

Derek's threats were cut short by the doctor's appearance in the room. Anderson breathed out his relief as Derek approached the physician.

"I'm the fiancé, Doctor," Derek informed. "Can you tell us anything?"

"Well, I've cleaned and patched up the wound. The bullet only grazed the side so there aren't any shrapnels in it. Just needed a few stitches, really. It could've been worse," the doctor disclosed.

Derek nodded along during her entire explanation. "Can, uh, can I...?"

"Oh! Yes, of course. Just head down this hall. It's the second room to the right."

Derek barely managed to rush out a quick thank you before sprinting down the hallway shown by the doctor. He knocked on the second room to the right, hearing you yell a come in! before he went to open the door.

"Hey, you," Derek said once he was inside the threshold.

You were sitting on a stretcher, your shirt buttoned only at the top as your fingers deftly did the rest. Derek caught a glimpse of the bandage on your side and his heart was in a peril of jumping straight out of his chest. The harrowing feeling was eventually chased away by the sight of your blinding smile.

"Hi, handsome," you greeted.

Your voice was still the same exultant lull that he knew and loved all too well. In fact, if he didn't know any better, there was no visible indication to reveal the horrific encounter that you just went through a couple of hours prior. You looked the same. Normal. Derek allowed the relief to flood as this knowledge dawned on him.

"Why do you look like you just suffered through a massive heart attack?" you asked, bemused as you reached out a palm to his direction.

"Because it feels like I did just have a massive heart attack." Derek accepted your palm and kissed the knuckles before securing your joint hands inside the pocket of his jacket. "You scared the living shit out of me, sweetheart."

"I'm sorry, love. We were blindsided. Didn't mean to worry you."

"You're okay, though?"

"Uh-huh. Just a little sore. And it kinda hurts when I do this." You extended your arm, flinching when a surge of pain instantly ran down your side.

"Stop it. Don't do that. Why would you do that if it hurts?"

"To demonstrate," you replied nonchalantly. "By the way, you shouldn't have been so harsh on Anderson."

"What? How did you know?"

"I didn't. But I know how you are, and your answer just confirmed everything to me." Derek didn't know whether to feel deceived or impressed by what you just said. "You should ease up on him. It's not his fault, you know?"

"I don't know, sweetheart. When two people are paired together and one of them ends up in the hospital with a gunshot wound, I think it's fair to blame the other half of the pair for it, don't you think?"

"But it's the shooter's fault, Derek, not Anderson."

"The shooter may have pulled the trigger, but Anderson didn't have your back." Derek used his free hand to brush a knuckle against your cheekbone. "You wouldn't be here right now if he did."

You huffed an aggravated breath, detangling your fingers from his own in a rebellious act of frustration. "If the situation were flipped, and it was Anderson who lay here instead of me, you would've gone well out of your way to convince me that what happened to him wasn't my fault."

"If the situation were flipped, Anderson wouldn't even be lying on this hospital bed in the first place."

"You don't know that!"

"Maybe. But you don't know what could've happened, either." Derek's hand slipped along your elbow, tugging it gently as he shuffled closer to you. "C'mon, baby. We need to get you home."

"No." You shook his hand away from your arm, getting off the bed as Derek blanched in surprise. "I can do it myself."

Derek watched dumbfoundedly as you staggered towards the table where your jacket, gun, and credentials were stowed. He kept an eagle eye on you as you tried putting on the jacket by yourself, cringing internally when he heard the wretched hiss escaping your lips.

"Okay, baby, stop. That's enough. (Y/N)." Derek snatched the jacket off your back, rearranging its position before helping you slide each arm into the sleeves. "Just let me help you, dammit. Why are you so stubborn?"

"I don't need help from someone who berates other people for fun," you grumbled.

"That's what you think? That I'm doing it because it's fun?"

You paid Derek no regard as you teetered towards the lone chair in the room, sitting yourself down slowly before bending to fix your shoes that had become untied. It turned out to be an arduous feat to do with your injury, and for the next minute, you found yourself shifting into various positions to find one that wouldn't feel like a dozen knives being plunged straight through your flesh.

Across the room, Derek stared at every one of your movements in agony.

"C'mon, baby. Let me do that for you."

"No."

"You're literally in pain as we speak."

"I can take it."

"Why the hell are you doing this?"

"You know why."

Derek sighed.

"Fine," he relented. "I'll apologize to Anderson. Happy now?"

You stopped fiddling with the end of your shoelaces. Your entire face lit up like a kid in a candy store when you found his eyes from the distance. "Really?"

"Yes, really." Derek strode forward, kneeling in front of you so he could help you tie your shoelaces. "Just let me help you when you need me to, okay?"

"Okay!" you exclaimed, leaning down to leave a kiss on Derek's forehead.

Your fiancé had to contain his smile from your adorable but unexpected gesture. "You're lucky I love you, sweetheart."

Even as he said it, Derek knew that deep down, he was actually the lucky one.

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foxy-eva · 2 years

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Forever Has A Nice Ring To It

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff

Content Warnings: mentions of angsty Spencer

Summary: Spencer Reid has a hard time talking about his feelings. When he finally finds the courage to express his love for his girlfriend, both of them realize that forever has a nice ring to it.

Author’s note: I felt extra romantic today so I wrote this little fluffy fic. Let me know what you think!

Word count: 1.7k

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In all those months I have been with Spencer I learned that following certain routines gives him a sense of security, which is why I adopted a few little habits since we moved in together.

Whenever I left for work before he needed to wake up, I would kiss his temple and whisper I love you into his ear. On every Sunday morning he was here I would bring coffee to his bed, black and with more sugar than he cared to admit, and snuggle back into his arms while he sipped it. After reading particularly interesting papers or news articles online I would print them, highlight what stood out to me and leave them on his desk. Anytime I cooked for us I would make a serving more than necessary to put it into small containers for him to take to work the next day.

Because of the odd working hours his job as a profiler brought with it, it wasn’t possible for us to have a date night routine every week. However, that didn’t hinder us from picking up certain habits for our occasional nights out. Spencer would make dinner reservations at restaurants I would categorize as way too fancy. I always dolled up enough to make him gasp when he waited by the door for me. He would call me stunning right before opening the car door for me. He would tell me about the latest research he read while we ate and I would share my coworker’s office-gossip with him.

Every time we were out for dinner he had this way of looking at me as if we were the only two people in the room. It was so easy to forget everyone else when I lost myself in Spencer’s honey-colored eyes. I would drink exactly one glass of wine, even though he told me he would be fine with me having more if I wanted. Knowing what habit we usually followed after our date nights, I never felt the need to have more than that. I’d rather have a clear head when I would finally be able to feel his hands on me at home.

I was aware that Spencer only broke our routines when something was off. I didn’t notice at first, but when we got to our apartment tonight after dinner and he didn’t instantly peel me out of my dress, I also realized that he hadn’t dropped one single random fact about the science papers I knew he had read this week. I remembered that he hadn’t told me how beautiful I looked when he saw me in my dress earlier. Now that I thought about it, he had even averted his eyes a lot from me tonight which was very unusual.

We were still standing in the entry area of our apartment when I stepped closer to him, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him. I was waiting for his fervor to kick in but he suddenly pulled away from me after a few moments. I scanned his face to figure out what was going on with him. My eyes landed on the pulse-point of his neck and I noticed the accelerated frequency with which his blood was rushing through his veins. My suspicions were confirmed when I took his hands in mine and felt the dampness on his palms: Spencer was nervous about something and he was holding back to tell me.

“My love, what’s bothering you?“ I wanted to know.

“Nothing, I’m fine,“ he hastily replied with a pitch a little higher than usual.

He moved over to the living room and let his body sink onto the couch, his hands rubbing over his eyes while audibly exhaling. I followed him and sat beside him, staring at him with raised eyebrows. He ran his fingers through his hair while looking back at me, a concerned expression visible in his features.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to ruin our night,“ he stated with a breathy voice.

I shook my head and took his hand in mine, letting my thumb gently rub circles over his skin while I said, “I’m a little confused, what’s going on?“

“I really wanted tonight to be perfect. I had all these things in my head I wanted to tell you at dinner but when the right moment came, I chickened out,“ he explained, a hint of anger in his words.

I was still clueless about what it was he was withholding to tell me and started to get worried.

“You could tell me now?“ I suggested.

Spencer took a few deep breaths, closing his eyes in an attempt to ground himself. When his look found mine again, he opened his mouth but closed it before any words had left him. He waited a few seconds and sighed before trying again, this time successfully.

“You know I am not the best when it comes to expressing my feelings but there is so much I need to say to you. From the moment I met you I was enamored by your nature. You have this ability to illuminate every corner of my heart when you smile at me. This light you are radiating got even brighter when I was scared to show you the darkness within me. I thought I could never let you in, afraid that there was a void in my soul waiting to devour you. You held me tight when I told you I was broken and quoted Leonard Cohen to me when you said ‘There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.’ And it did, you know? It really did get in, your light I mean. It’s as if being held by you brought all the lost pieces of my soul back together and now for the first time in my life I feel whole. With you by my side, how could it ever be any other way?“

That was the moment I noticed saline droplets wetting my cheeks. He held my hands in a tight grip and continued.

“Every morning when I wake up and remember that you are still here I feel gratitude wash over me. I don’t know what I ever did in this life to deserve being loved by you. I have never met anyone as considerate, witty and passionate as you are. I often tell you how beautiful you are but you might not be aware that I don’t only refer to your external features. Because you are the most beautiful person inside and out. I look at you and know there needs to be some kind of higher power because I can feel that our souls have been calling to each other for years until I finally held you for the first time. Every fiber of my body was yearning for you long before I even knew you existed. This connection I feel to you can hardly be put into words and no matter how hard I try, I will never do you justice.“

I was crying almost uncontrollably now, Spencer’s hands cupping my cheeks and wiping away the liquid pouring from my eyes. I wanted to let him know that I felt the same way about him but I wasn’t capable of forming words, only little sobs would leave my mouth. That was until his hands left my cheeks and reached into the pocket of his jacket, pulling out a small square box. My breath hitched when I whispered, “Spencer, what..?“

He slid off the couch and knelt down on the floor with one knee. My eyes finally stopped watering when I fixated them on the man in front of me, anticipating what was to come.

“I’m sorry this is not as perfect as it could be but I need you to know that nothing in this world would mean more to me than having you by my side forever. I want to see your face when I wake up every morning until the day I leave this world and even then I need our souls to stay bound for eternity.“

He opened the box in his hands and I gasped at the beauty of the ring sitting inside it. When I looked back at him I couldn’t help but show him the brightest smile I had to offer. He let out a shaky breath and grinned right back at me when he went on with what he had to say.

“Y/N, you are the love of my life. Will you marry me?“

Even though I already knew what he would ask me when he got down on his knee, I couldn’t really comprehend him actually saying these words when I heard them. I kept grinning at him like a besotted fool, not realizing that he was waiting for me to react. Only when I noticed a small crease building between his eyebrows and the corners of his mouth slightly dropping, I snapped out of my trance.

“Yes, of course, yes! Yes, Spencer I want to marry you, oh my god yes!“ I squealed as I held my left hand up for him.

My excitement made him laugh as he pulled out the ring from the box, slipping it on my finger. He looked at the piece of jewelry sitting perfectly on my digit for a few moments until I suddenly wrapped my arms around his neck with a fervor he hadn’t expected, knocking the air out of his lungs and almost tumbling onto the floor with him. He caught me in time, securing my position and joining me on the couch. I couldn’t stop giggling when he peppered my whole face with small kisses until his lips found mine. I smiled into our kiss, still feeling ecstatic about what just happened. When I pulled back to look at him, I let my fingertips run over the stubble on his jawline while I spoke, “so, staying bound for eternity, that sounds like a really long time. Sure you won’t get sick of me?“

He leaned into my touch and looked at me with the utmost sincerity in his expression when he stated, “I am absolutely certain that spending what’s left of my life with you won’t be enough for me. Nothing could make me happier than having you for the rest of forever.“

#spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #spencer reid x you

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adiabolikpastel · 5 years

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Is it too much to ask A - Z for Kanaye and Yukio? I’m soooo sorry

ABC Fluffy Ask

Okay so this is a looooong one! B / C / E are all answered here all ready. I will be doing them both separate - hopefully that makes it a little shorter? All of them are under the cut ~ enjoy and thank you!

Note: Q is confusing to me - so I will not answer that one. If anyone understands it, and wants to ask it again with the explanation - please do.

Yukio

A - Well… I mean… Yukio is a horny mess sooo… Other than that! Yukio really likes just spending time with Silas. Doing anything really, so long as he’s around. Sure Yukio might complain that he is bored, but really so long as Silas is around he is happy. Typically Yukio will just chill with Silas at his place, watch him play video games, or try to play one himself - badly i might add.

D - Oof… ummm… just together. Yukio is not one for planning ahead. So really he just sees Silas staying with him forever and that’s about it. That thought is actually really scary to him, that the future might take Silas away. So he tends to not think about it.

F- Yes he is. Honestly fights are more like… Yukio stepping too far, pissing Silas off and then him begging to be back in his good graces. I mean like, if they do fight and both parties are upset, Yukio and Silas both are pretty bad at staying mad, when it comes to one another.

G- OF COURSE NOT! Yukio does not think for a moment of what Silas does for him. At least not at the start. It takes him a while to slowly start to care more about Silas’ feelings and how uncomfortable it makes him.

H - He’s not… really honest. There is plenty of things that Yukio keeps to himself, but he doesn’t do it to be cruel. Yukio is bad at dealing with his own emotions, so it’s easier for him to ignore things than talk about them.

I - Aw. Boy does he every~ Silas is Yukio’s saving grace. He grows so much and becomes a better person because of him. Where Silas helps Yukio become more empathetic, Yukio helps Silas toughen up. There are many other ways the two of them change one another, but that’s a story for another time.

J - You really gotta ask? He gets hellaciously upset over small things. Heck, over video games. Yukio is a very insecure person, so if Silas isn’t giving him attention, he’s annoyed. It takes him a very long time to get used to the idea of Silas having ‘friends’ who ‘spend time’ with him. Yukio is known to show up at Silas’ house, and crash anything he was doing with his friends. There is also the unhealthy way of going on a rampage… but yea.

K - What do you think~? Their first kiss huh… that’s a fun thought. It was probably forced on Silas. Yukio was probably a bit drunk off of some blood and smooshed himself into Silas. (Rinna and I will need to talk this over~)

L - Ha! Okay, so.. if you mean the first time he said ‘i love you’ that was on their first meeting? You can read that her: When Yukio met Silas. But if you mean like, when he meant it? Probably a while into their relationship, like a good while, after some fights and some deep conversations.

M - Aw~ Yes he does! He wants to be with Silas forever, and if that means getting married sure! So, I do not think they would officially have a ceremony - that just doesn’t seem like their style. Rinna and I did just talk about this cute - and I mean cute- moment of them basically proposing to one another. And~ Silas is the one who proposes!

N - He calls him Silas-kun, consistently. I don’t really see him doing nicknames.

O - He’s not very different - just very obsessive. His life revolves around Silas. So yes, it is obvious, because that’s literally all he talks about.

P - YES YES YES! Yukio is a big social media celebrity so he tells the world. He has a trending hashtag that is specifically flooded with photos of him and Silas. He is very affectionate in public as well, despite Silas’ discomfort.

R - Not very, unless it’s sexual. Well - hold on now… Yukio will get Silas random things. Like bring him human snacks when he visits, or buy him something he is wanting while they are out. Yukio would do anything to make him happy, not that he would always do it right.

S - I suppose? The two of them do not really have big goals? If Silas wants to do something, Yukio is all for it - so .. Yea?

T - Typically he does, but I think with Silas he is content with just being around him. I believe they both would fall into a cute routine in life, and be perfectly happy with that.

U - Not at first. It took Yukio a long time to get there actually. He believes he knows Silas, but it actually takes him a long time to get there.

V - It’s literally his world. Yukio does not feel strong connections to his family. He does not make friends. He honestly feels that SIlas is all he has. He would do anything to keep him.

W - Since both boys are social media junkies they give each other shout outs all the time on their respected pages.

X - He is the most affectionate. Kisses, hugs, cuddles, butt touches; Yukio is the master of them all.

Y - Badly. He will send Silas a million text, calls, facetimes, pokes, anything to get his attention.

Z - Any length. He would die for him, kills for him, kill him… Im sorry this was a fluff right lol!

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Kanaye

A - Kanaye is happy going out with Isabella. He isn’t a shut in, so going out with her is what he prefers. He spends enough time at work, rather than out with her.

D - Marriage. Kids. The Kingdom. Whole 9 yards.

F- He is easy to forgive. They have disagreements, but these two do not fight. Kanaye is big on communication, so he will talk any issue out.

G- To some level I am sure he does, but he does not voice it. I am sure he realizes the massive weight he puts on Isabella for all he wants to accomplish, but at the same time, his dreams are unwavering. He is one of those people that is not giving us his dream.

H - He is honest to a fault. Tells Isabella everything. He may not always word things correctly, but he will always tell her what is he feelings, thinking, his past, anything.

I - Yes she has. Kanaye never saw himself being with someone he actually loved. He always assumed he would marry for power, cheat on his wife, and just be king with a queen who meant little to him.

J - Not really? He does get jealous, but he is not obvious about it. He does not like anyone checking her out or hitting on her, but he is classy. A simple display of affection on her, or glare at the other party does the trick.

K - Yes - he has had a lot of practice. You can read their first kiss here: You Get It.

L - You can also read this in : You Get It

M - Of course, he must to become a true King. I am not sure how he would propose - but I feel like Yuko and I have talked about this? Their marriage is the absolute cutest. Hopefully we can post more about this, or feel free to send ask about it!

N - He calls her Isabella, the full name. every time. Except when he is drunk…

O - It is literally obvious to everyone but him. Others can see it in his face.

P - He does not deny being in one - but he is not telling the world. He has a professional appearance to maintain, and expects Isabella to respect that.

R - A sweet boy~ He will do candle light dinners, bring her flowers, chocolates, rose petal baths; all kind of things.

S -To an extent. If it gets in the way of his- than he isn’t really. Kanaye is very driven for himself, and as shitty as that is to say, if Isabella had a conflicting goal he would not be about that.

T - Routines are life. He is more than happy to go out on dates, but he enjoys scheduled events.

U - Very much so. He really loves learning things about her.

V - It’s very important. I believe that as the relationship goes on, he would sacrifice his dreams for her.

W - Kanaye will often ask Spencer for video of her, without her knowing

X - In private, he loves to be affectionate with her.

Y - He will text her often, though she is a dirty girl and will really tease him.

Z - Sure, I mean.. he does something pretty big for her and their relationship.

Silas belongs to @spellboundsonnet

Isabella belongs to @pureblood-prey

#ask answered #ask kanaye #ask yukio #thank you so much

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