₊˚⊹♡ Living with George Memeulous Headcanons ₊˚⊹♡
(This is your NSFW warning. All headcanons are my own.)
If George felt anxious he would often go non-verbal, play with his hands or shake his right leg up and down. As soon as you could see this happening, you would guide him in a gentle cuddle, lay his head on your chest and stroke his hair until he felt better. Or fell asleep.
He hates being away from you, if he was going on a trip with the boys or shooting content away from your home, he would call and text you every hour or so. You thought it was the sweetest thing in the world, especially when he made up completely random excuses just to call you.
Always showing you animal videos whenever one comes up on his feed, your instagram DMs consist of a back and forth war to find the most adorable animal video. He was winning.
He prefers to write scripts for his videos on his laptop, your butt is his favorite resting place for it. Every so often as he fades in and out of professional writing mode, he will give it a quick kiss or a bite. The latter usually ends up with the laptop shutting and your legs opening.
George fucking loves eating you out. Holy shit. You found this surprising as he came off quite shy when you first met him, but that completely changed when he got you alone. He forgets to breathe sometimes so needs to take a break to regain oxygen, but you better believe that break is lasting no more than 10 seconds before he’s tasting you again.
Whenever you did your skincare and makeup, he would always pick up and read what you were using, asking questions about the products, what they did, what brand they are and if they were cruelty free because with a pout “the animals skin matters too.” You asked him once why he would always pay attention to your products, he confessed it was just in case you ran out of something, so he would know what to pick up for you at the store if you ever asked.
Slow toothpaste kisses in the bathroom turned into breathless toothpaste kisses in the bathroom. Then pressed against a cold tile wall toothpaste kisses in the bathroom.
Debates. Lots of debates. Debates of any kind. The “If chips are allowed in a Chinese takeaway” debate. The “If crocs are really fashionable or just ironically fashionable” debate. You even brought a debate card game at Christmas. Your friends did not like playing this game with either of you as it would always end quite heated. You both secretly loved it and ended the game always smirking at each other.
He was very serious about home decor. Plates and bowls, mugs and glasses, kettles and toasters. They have to be matching or fit the aesthetic of your home, but a Garfield phone was absolutely fine. George logic was your favorite type of logic.
