Could deck me in broad daylight and I’d buy him dinner as a thank you.
Gladiolus had his eyes on you a long time before the two of you got together. Everyone knew he had a thing for you. Deep down, you’re pretty sure you even knew too, and it’s very safe to assume the feeling was oh so mutual.
Now, it was no secret the shield had somewhat of a reputation. Everyone who’s anyone knows Gladio is *cough* popular amongst the ladies, but you didn’t care about that. His past wasn’t a problem.
It was just that whenever you saw each other, no matter the time, place, or setting, he’d manage to frustrate you beyond belief without even trying.
You couldn’t help your wandering gaze at times, or the blush that colored your cheeks whenever he’d lean in close, or how you’d stutter and lose your train of thought at every quirk of his lips.
He’d give you a smug, knowing look, following it up with a friendly arm around your shoulder and a string of teasing jabs that made you want to scream and find the nearest patch of dirt to burrow your head into.
Gladio thought you were shy– that you were just a bashful little thing from your jerky reactions, and flushed skin. It was amusing to him, yes, but it also made him hesitant at first.
Little did he know that the only thing keeping you from taking matters into your own hands and boarding the Gladio Express to love town was the fact that when he was near, it was difficult to keep yourself together.
Long story short, you eventually get so fed up that one day when he leans in close enough, you just plant one on him. The timing is awkward. You catch him in the middle of a sentence, his mouth half open against yours, warm and pliant and oh my God what are you doing, he’s going to kill yo– oh he’s kissing back now.
The rest is sweet, sweet, delicious history.
Gladiolus is a hands-on guy. He’s constantly got an arm around you, or a hand resting on your waist to guide you along when you’re walking together.
He’d much rather you sit on his lap than beside of him, and good luck moving once he’s got you. Surprisingly, he’s so cuddly that it’s practically impossible to will yourself away from his embrace.
Reads to you always. You settle back against his chest and just shut your eyes to listen. His voice is as smooth and deep as melted chocolate, and you can feel his lips brushing ever so softly against the sensitive skin of your neck. It’s your favorite place to be.
He is stupidly happy every time he finds a ticklish spot on you. He loves the way you can’t control the volume of your laughter– loves watching you flush and squeal and squirm around. You threaten to throttle him every time, but it does nothing to deter him. Has literally chased you across the entire house before because he found out a certain place under your ribs is your weakest spot. Watch out.
Manhandles you on a regular basis. Picks you up at the waist to move you when you’re not paying attention to where you’re walking. Slings you over his shoulder to take you to bed when you’re being stubborn about working when you should be resting.
If you ever asked him to stop he would, but you’re not sure you want him to. Mainly because you love witnessing just how strong he is lol.
Gives the warmest, most comforting hugs known to man. If it’s been a while since you’ve last seen him, he’ll scoop you up and just hold you there like you’re a koala bear.
Tattoos. You love his tattoos. You are always tracing them with your fingers/mouth. Not even in a naughty way, either. They’re just so pretty.
You are never going to be cold again, congratulations. He is a human furnace.
In the winter it’s a godsend, but in the summer it can become unbearable. You don’t know how the guy survives sometimes.
It might be because he’s always shirtless. Always. Your relatives came to visit once, and they were met with Grade A eye candy. Your aunt still won’t shut up about it when you see her.
Is super protective of you and would destroy anyone who ever threatened your safety, but while he may be the size of a refrigerator, completely capable of killing a guy with his bare hands, he’s also a big old softy.
Loves bubbles baths. Will ask you to wash his back for him even though he can just do it himself. Has fallen asleep before, and it was a nightmare to get him out and into bed.
You’ve woken up several times in the past to him snoring directly into your ear. Rolling away from him proves difficult. His grip is like iron when he’s sleeping.
You are this close to taking Ignis’s advice and purchasing earplugs for bedtime, I swear.
Loves to bury his nose into your hair and just take in the scent of you and your shampoo. Sniffs you all of the time, even in public, but you’re so used to it by now that you barely notice.
Stops by in the middle of his morning jogs for reasons. You’d gotten so tired of waking up to the sound of him slamming his fist against your front door that you made him his own copy of your house key. Sweaty, adrenaline pumped Gladio is a gift no matter how early it is that’s all I got to say.
Would rather go out and do things than stay in. Takes you anywhere you want to go, and drags you along with him if he finds an interesting place on the web.
Has taken you camping on several occasions. You love it. He’s so different out there, so calm and at ease in a way you’d not seen before. On one hand you can see why he enjoys being that close to nature. The smell of soil mixed with the warm smokiness of a campfire, the quiet chirping of frogs from the nearby pond, and the view of the billions of stars that light up the night sky set such an oddly intimate scene.
On the other hand, the dozens of red, itchy spots you discovered on your body the next evening before a shower was enough for you to suggest it be an “every couple of months” type of date.
He thought it was hilarious. He’d never met anyone so prone to bug bites.
“Can’t say I blame ‘em, you are pretty damn tasty.”
He may or may not have actually bitten you after he said this.
Gladio is always poking fun at you. He knows you’ll get him back for it. He’s kind of banking on it.
You made him Ramen completely from scratch for his birthday one year and he looked like he was about to drop down on to his knees and beg you to marry him.
It was pleasing to know that the entire week of preparation, planning, and fussing with Ignis about exact proportions was totally worth it in the end.
Gladio is very open about everything. Maybe a little too open? You think he might lack the ability to become embarrassed.
You play rock, paper, scissors to see who’s going to wash the dishes after dinner. Nine times out of ten you are victorious.
He looks so good in bright pink cleaning gloves.
Calls you babe/baby mostly. Loves when you call him by his full name. It’s a thing.
You kiss his face ALLLLLL of the time. His forehead was made for your lips you don’t care how silly it makes him feel.
Was difficult to talk to at first. Gladio is a logical guy. The first time you come to him with a seemingly small problem, his first instinct is to tell you it’s not as big of a deal as you’re making it out to be, or that you should just “not let it bother you.”
He quickly learned that wasn’t the best way to go about it, and that not everyone responds to tough love in a positive way.
Let you cry all over him and didn’t complain about his ruined shirt even once.
His tactics have since changed, and nowadays if something’s wrong, he’ll treat the situation exactly the same as if it was his little sister that needed comfort. Iris is a soft spot for him, and whenever you need a shoulder to cry on he channels that.
Lets you braid parts of his hair because you think it’s fun. Will wear it around town and be damn proud.
Goes shopping with you to help you pick out clothes and stuff. Points out all of the things he likes. Has surprisingly good taste for someone who wears so little clothing.
Has reminders on his phone for your anniversary and other events because he just knows he’s bound to forget at some point. Is a little forgetful.
Loves to buy you jewelry. You have a set of matching bracelets that he got for you on your second year of being together. Neither of you have taken them off since.
Wants to give you the whole entire world if that’s what you wish for, and you would argue that he already has.
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