So I'm watching short form c-dramas of late because they're entertaining (and I'm trying to stay sane during this boycott 😔) but this one scene SCREAMS RAFMC 😭😭😭😭😭
The FL brings the ML (coincidentally he's a general too 😭💜) food while he's in the middle of an interrogation and asks him to eat while she keeps taking to the prisoner. The prisoner insults her and gets stabbed as a WARNING by the general (ok why do I see general raf stab his enemies as a warning lmao) and the FL keeps listing out the prisoner's crimes and trash talks him so bad he almost faints! And when the general husband tries to calm her down she turns on HIM and scolds her husband for not eating properly and exhausting himself!!!
Like this dynamic SCREAMS Rafmc to me idc how cliche or ooc it sounds this is deadass my rafmc if it has to be😭🙏
Mission stop thinking about Rafayel and do literally anything else: failed🤡 fishie really said good luck forgetting me cutie🥲
(unfortunately I am unable to share the video due to copyright reasons but for those interested the drama is "The General's Gourmet Wife")
contents- 0.2% suggestive, mostly comfort, this is for the 'i'd rather be poor and happy than moderately less poor and miserable' girlies.
spiritual connection. genuinely. he's an artist in this lifetime; he understands your yearning to enjoy the mundane and find beauty in it.
he gave everything up for love, and whilst he still carries his duty to lemuria, he understands the value of living a simple life. you become his reason to flake out on thomas's events or leave early when everything becomes too much.
he always drags you to the beach for inspiration, saying that it'll help with your creativity too if you've chosen to work in an artsy field. and if not, he reassures you that the beach will give you some much-needed time away to relax and replenish your energy.
sometimes your conversations are filled with excitement, words running into the next as you try to get everything out. but at other times, there's only silence lingering in the space between you. and that's okay. he loves your time together both ways.
but i can see you two having philosophical discussions together on the regular, sometimes about the state of the world, at other times about personal values, art, film, media and more.
if you work from home, he'd insist that you work from his home. the private study is yours now. need another room for storage, books, arts and crafts? magically, it's available. and they each have the most stunning view of the ocean! for your inspiration and relaxation, of course.
tags along on your ludicrously long shopping trips without a complaint. okay, well... maybe he does complain. but you know he never really means it. whether your looking for an outfit for a function or new materials for an upcoming project, he's all over it, helping you to choose what's right for you and giving you recommendations along the way.
whenever you feel like you're not doing enough, he'll take you somewhere nice and quiet, like to a coastal town or quaint cabin. "isn't this so peaceful?" he muses. "you know, if you were in corporate, you wouldn't be able to enjoy such beautiful places. you'd be too busy and stressed all the time." you always end up feeling better after your little trip.
at first, sylus doesn't understand you. what do you mean you don't have ambitions? what do you mean you're not competitive or fierce or that you haven't dedicated yourself to something whole-heartedly? but as time goes on, he realises that you're still the woman he's fallen in love with lifetimes ago. it's just that your ambitions and passions look different this time round.
he loves riling you up about your fields of expertise. he lives for the way your eyes light up whenever he asks you about animal mating rituals or history fun facts. and he'll tease you about it—"kitten, why do you know so much about vikings?" or "kitten, don't tell me you've been keeping pet spiders behind my back?" but it's all in jest.
the thing that surprised him the most about you was that you don't like to argue. you like to debate, yes. but you don't like to argue. and he struggles to deal with that. the first few times he threw argumentative curve balls your way was met with pure confusion, and any violence he would incite, such as you hurting him or others, was enough to upset you, even bring you to tears. after that, he remained aware of your sensitivity and did his best to avoid such topics, knowing how it troubled you.
but in the same way, his line of duty gave you a chance to express certain harsh feelings without fear of losing the one you loved. and over time, you two grew into a rhythm. maybe you'd toss in a threat here and there. and he'd always respond with a chuckle, knowing you weren't being serious, nor did you want him to encourage you to act on those threats.
you detest social events as much as he does, and often leave early when you get the chance (or make the chance, really).
you also help him save money, even though he has no need to, by snapping up bargains and reassuring him that no, you don't need another designer handbag. he still spoils you rotten, of course. we are talking about sylus. but he doesn't spoil you as much he wants to, seeing how uncomfortable it can make you. no, he doesn't like it when you spend your money on things. but yes, he does love seeing your smile when you show him something you were saving up for months to buy.
i think you bring a sense of normalcy to his life. you push him to see how beautiful the little things are, like a ladybug on a leaf or the smell of fresh bread filling onychinus's base. and for that, he's eternally grateful.
another spiritual level understanding. mr philos prince turned disaster chef. he understands where you're coming from, and he loves embracing the mundane with you.
the best naps. literally you two take the most restorative naps together. when you wake up, you find drool smushed across your cheek as xavier sleep-talks quietly. the sun has since sunken below the horizon.
also i can envision the lazy weekend mornings when it comes to you two!! never breakfast, always brunch. comfy pjs. reading together on the couch.
what is overtime? once you both clock out, you clock out. phone is switched off. hunter's watch floats in an empty fish bowl. you go on an adventure to try all of linkon's hot pot restaurants in one night. long story short, it doesn't work out. when you finally return to his apartment, you both sit on the couch and nurse your bloated stomachs like you're in the third trimester.
you two love discovering new places together and taking it slow, usually bypassing most tourist attractions and visiting some of the locals' favourite spots. you have a shoe box full of postcards you've collected from all of the places you've travelled to together, your itinerary or sweet love notes written on the back of them.
whenever xav goes off on his own, it makes you feel a little lonely. but you keep his apartment in order while he shuts down illegal protocore auctions or slays fearsome wanderers as lumiere. the strawberry plants all have names, and the birds love to chirp whenever you talk to them, responding in their own secret code. and when he comes back, you reassure him that you still love him—the real him (even if the mask stays on😝)
you handle the cooking while he handles the cleaning; you're the perfect duo. however, i'd like to think that as time goes on, xavier improves at cooking, even if his improvement is marginal. maybe with you around, he can finally make a semi-decent coffee.
THE dilly-dally power couple. always late to every event because you two keep finding something to do whilst the other person is busy. you want to change your shoes, and xavier needs the bathroom. you finish changing your shoes, but he's still in the bathroom. you start re-applying your lipstick. he's finished with the bathroom and begins sorting through the laundry, so on and so forth.
he always reminds you whenever you get too much into your head that living simply is not a sign of weakness or failure. "there's nothing wrong with wanting time for yourself. i want your time for myself, too."
LOVES visiting you at work. the type to walk into your workplace like he's a customer and start bugging you for help. "but miss, i'm looking for dark silver hooks, not plain silver hooks. don't you have anything a bit more moody?" and he's chatty, too. "i'm buying them for my girlfriend. she's really picky about these little things. but without her keen eye for detail, her projects wouldn't look half as incredible as they do. let me show you a few." whips out his phone, starts scrolling through his camera roll, reminiscing about all of your craft projects to you!
he comes in every week and does this, btw. on first-name basis with all of your colleagues and makes sure they know exactly who he is in your life. talk about having a 'needy' boyfriend🙄
if you get into any trouble, he'll sort it out for you with some stern words. has definitely made some of the young casuals cry.
i think you two would be one of those healthy living power couples. grocery shopping together, meal prep, couples workouts. you two go on a nature walk every sunday morning, sometimes in silence, sometimes chatting lively about that new movie coming out, and at other times, one of you would nerd out about something whilst the other listened intently.
but back to the topic of food. you and caleb always cook delicious meals together. some nights he takes the lead, while on others, you show him what've got. and the leftovers reheated for lunch the next day somehow always taste better than last night's dinner.
always assembles his model aeroplane kits when you're at home. he loves having you nearby. maybe he'll sit you on the edge of the table and pat your thigh occasionally as he works. at other times, he'll ask you to hold the parts whilst he glues them together.
caleb was jumping for joy when you said yes to moving to skyhaven. no fuss, no fight, no need to convince you or bribe you with braised chicken wings. you simply said yes. he already had everything ready for you to move in before he even asked you. and when you finally did, it was as if everything had fallen into place. there's nowhere you'd rather be than by caleb's side, and there's no way he could have lived without you any longer.
i feel like caleb would be adamant about keeping you away from the fleet. there's too much drama that comes with it. if you want a nice and simple life, he'll give that to you. and thus, the point of contention in your relationship would be you trying to make caleb see that he doesn't have to hide the burdens of being the farspace fleet's colonel from you, that his vulnerability could never consume your peace.
i think zayne feels guilty that he's a workaholic when you're not, because it's him who keeps you both apart. there are no wanderers you're chasing down or sudden missions that you have to go on, which made him feel a little less bad about receiving a late-night call for an emergency surgery. it's always him who has to end your dates early. and it's even worse if the call comes during the middle of the night, his ringtone disturbing your sleep as he rushes to take the call.
what's even worse is that you reassure him it's alright, that you really don't mind if he's busy. you two have such different lifestyles, it's hard to make time to see each other. and it does get lonely at times when he's doing back-to-back surgeries, and you get pushed to the side.
but zayne always spoils you afterwards. maybe he'll take you to a café and order your favourite sweets. maybe he'll organise a weekend trip for you both to some beautiful place a few hours from linkon.
i can imagine you two would have the best late-night cuddles. maybe he got home when you were in the shower and hopped in with you (with your permission, of course!). no talking, just relaxing into each other's touch as the warm water cascades over your bodies. and when you both get out, you help each other dry off and moisturise. you pay extra attention to his hands, the skin between his fourth finger and pinky about to crack any moment now from how often he washes his hands. then off to bed you both go, tangled up in each other beneath the covers, murmuring quietly about your days until you nod off into a deep sleep.
because of zayne's demanding work schedule, you often go to most places on your own (which he feels terrible about). but to you, even if you went there alone, you don't truly feel alone. you always send him pictures of the scenery or other little things that made you think of him, such as a bird eating ice cream or a stray cat staring at you from beneath a tree. sometimes, you bring him back the most popular pastries from that place. at other times, you recreate one of the dishes you had there. anything to bring him into the experience since he couldn't physically be there with you.
but once he's finally forced to take leave, he won't let you out of his sight (or his bed dkjlflskskflkhjklfjks). "we rarely get to spend this much time together. can you blame me for wanting to keep you all to myself?"
this man gives you the biggest wave of imposter syndrome. winner of a bajillion prestigious awards at such a young age, casual olympic athlete (probably), casual professional photographer, casual runway model, casual university lecturer, etc. is there anything he can't do? you often find yourself wondering why such an accomplished and handsome man would want to be with you. and whenever you feel like that, you text him, 'stupid zaynie with all of his stupid accomplishments'. to which he replies with, 'he's very stupid indeed. even clopidogrel ran away from him this morning, if that makes you feel better, dear.' and it does. just enough until you see him again, so he can comfort you properly.
elle's notes: i'm apart of a career program this term (i study commerce, major in accounting although that might be about to change), and something these networking events for the program have taught me is that i don't have that 'agent of capitalism' vibe. like lots of the students and mentors who are a part of this program look down upon living a simple life. when i said in my first mentoring session, 'yeah, i'd like to try lots of different things in my future. there's no one perfect job for me,' my buddy and mentor looked at me like i was insane. all my mentor said was, 'wow, very gen z.' have my opinions changed since that first session... maybe? maybe not? but anyways, i hope y'all enjoy reading this! pls consider leaving me a comment or an rb as those mean so much to me! thank you!
how the love and deepspace LIs would react to you getting ready for girls’ night.
cw: you threaten valko w/ a shock collar
₊˚⊹♡ 𝓧𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓮𝓻 ♡⊹˚₊
He knows about girls’ night because you mentioned it once three days ago.
Somehow, he remembers the exact time you said you’d leave.
When you start getting ready, he watches from the couch with sleepy curiosity.
“Are you going somewhere?”
“Girls’ night.”
“…Oh.” He nods like this is extremely important information, as if it isn’t embedded in his brain already. Then, ten minutes later, “Do you need a ride?”
“No.”
“Okay.”
Five minutes later, “Do you need me to pick you up later?”
“Xavier.”
“Just asking.”
He genuinely isn’t worried. He just wants to know you’ll get home safely.
But when you finally walk out the door, he quietly checks the time.
And then proceeds to fall asleep waiting for you to come home.
₊˚⊹♡ 𝓩𝓪𝔂𝓷𝓮 ♡⊹˚₊
Zayne immediately becomes the unofficial girls’ night logistics coordinator.
“What time are you leaving?”
“Around seven.”
“And when do you expect to be home?”
“I don’t know.”
He gives you a look.
“That’s not a time.”
You can’t help but laugh.
“I’ll text you.”
“Good.”
He notices you’d forgotten to eat dinner while getting ready.
“Have something before you leave.”
“I’m not hungry.”
He silently puts something easy to eat beside you.
“You can take it with you.”
He also checks the weather and reminds you to bring a jacket. You stare at him.
“I’m going out with my friends, not into battle.”
“I’m aware.”
“Then why are you acting like my father?”
“Apparently someone has to.”
He says it completely seriously, but he’s trying not to grin. Just before you walk out the door,
“And message me when you get there.”
₊˚⊹♡ 𝓡𝓪𝓯𝓪𝔂𝓮𝓵 ♡⊹˚₊
Absolutely cannot cope with the concept of girls’ night.
He thinks it’s deeply unfair that he’s not invited.
“Why can’t I come?”
“Because it’s GIRLS’ night.”
“I can be quiet.”
“That’s a good joke, Raf”
He watches you get ready with increasing disbelief.
“You’re really leaving me here?”
“Yes.”
“Alone?”
“You’ll survive.”
“I don’t know about that.”
Suddenly he’s following you around the apartment.
“What time are you coming back?”
“I don’t know.”
“What if something happens?”
“Call emergency services, but they’ll just ask you if you’re being dramatic again like they did last time.. And the time before.”
“What if I miss you?”
“You’ll survive that too.”
He dramatically flops onto the couch. “You’re a cruel cutie.”
You leave.
Thirty seconds later, your phone buzzes.
Fishstick: Have fun.
Fishstick: But I think you’re making a terrible mistake.
Fishstick: You could have stayed here and admired me instead.
₊˚⊹♡ 𝓢𝔂𝓵𝓾𝓼 ♡⊹˚₊
He takes one look at the outfit and immediately knows you’re going out.
“Girls’ night?”
“Yep.”
“Have fun, sweetie.” That’s it.
No interrogation or complaints. No dramatic sighing. He watches you get ready while casually sipping his drink.
Until you ask, “Do I look okay?”
His eyes travel over your outfit, “You look prepared.”
“Prepared?”
“For whatever nonsense your friends have planned.”
You laugh. Before you leave, he casually reminds you, “Keep your phone charged.”
“It is.”
“Good.”
“That’s all?”
He raises an eyebrow.
“Would you prefer a speech?”
“No.”
“Then enjoy yourself.”
And somehow the complete lack of fuss makes it even sweeter. He trusts you to have fun without making you feel guilty for leaving. Besides, Mephisto will be watching.
“My coat’s by the door, take it.”
₊˚⊹♡ 𝓒𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓫 ♡⊹˚₊
Caleb is WAY too enthusiastic about girls’ night.
“Oh! You’re going out?”
“Yeah.”
“Where?”
“With the girls.”
“Which girls?”
“Caleb.”
“I’m just asking!”
He immediately starts helping with your hair. “Do you need anything?”
“No.”
“Money?”
“I’m good.”
“Phone charger?”
“Good.”
“Ride?”
“Already arranged.”
“Snacks?”
“Caleb.”
“What?” He eventually gives up and sits on the couch.
But when you walk past him ready to leave, he gives you an approving nod, “Have a good time, pipsqueak.” Then, follows with, “And don’t let them convince you to do anything stupid.”
“You mean like what?”
“I don’t know. Whatever girls do.”
“You sound eighty.”
“I’m being responsible.”
He texts a million times later:
CaBoom: You having fun?
CaBoom: Everything okay?
CaBoom: Need anything yet?
He tries to pretend he’s not waiting for the inevitable “I’m almost home” text.. And like he isn’t watching your location all night. Pulled up on the TV and everything. He’s so proud that he stuck that little tracker to your clip.
₊˚⊹♡ 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓸 ♡⊹˚₊
Valko doesn’t ask many questions. He sees the makeup, outfit, and general chaos happening around him and immediately understands.
“Girls’ night.”
“Yep.”
“Good, you need a night with your friends.” That’s basically the entire conversation, until he notices you’re rushing. “You’re forgetting something, pup.”
“What?” You start checking your bag.
He points toward the table, “Your charger.”
“…Oh.” He gives you that I knew you’d forget look as you grab it. “Thanks, Ko.”
“Mm. Have fun.”
You turn around. “That’s it?”
“What else?”
“I don’t know. You’re supposed to act dramatic.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re supposed to miss me.”
He pauses, “You’ll be back later.”
“Wow. Romantic.”
“You asked.”
You laugh and leave. He watches the door close. But an hour later?
Kokonut: i was playing it cool, come home :(
Kokonut: PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE
Kokonut: i’m going to watch your show without you.
You: omw. touch the episodes and i’ll put a shock collar on you.
Do you have any flirty MC headcanons with the lads? I don't really see it often (or maybe im not looking in the right places 🤔) but I think it would be nice to see!
Author’s Note: I don't believe I've ever come across a fanfiction specifically revolving around a non-MC flirting with the love interests. 🤷♀️ So, here's my version of those headcanons. 😁 Please enjoy! 😋
Synopsis: a collection of playfull headcanons exploring how you flirt with the 6 Love and Deepspace LIs , each in a way that perfectly matches their personality.
Pairing: all the LIs (separately), including Valko x Reader
Don’t let Xavier’s soft, quiet, innocent appearance fool you. Beneath the sleepy-eyed gentleness is someone with an intense, barely restrained hunger.
Xavier may be a perpetual sleepyhead, but your flirting is deceptively clever, and you’re always looking for ways to catch him off guard.
YOU: When it’s Xavier’s turn to play the claw machine, you lean in close and whisper that he’s the only prize you actually care about winning.
YOU: Wander around the apartment wearing nothing but one of his sweaters, one that barely over your ass. You bend down or stretch for high shelves just to feel his gaze linger when the sweater rides up.
YOU: Use quiet moments to catch him off guard, especially when he’s resting on the couch after a mission. You wait until he’s half-asleep so you can whisper compliments right against his ear just to watch his sleepy facade crack and a flustered blush spread across his cheeks.
YOU : While he is sitting on the couch, his eyes drooping as he watches TV or lazily plays on the PlayStation, you suddenly drop into his lap, straddling him and facing him directly. Your fingers slowly trail up his chest before you tug him down until your lips are only inches apart.
“You look tired, Xavier.” You whisper against his lips. “Want me to give you a real reason to stay awake?”
Zayne may appear perfectly calm and composed on the outside, but whenever you flirt with him openly, he is fighting a full-blown internal crisis.
You flirt with Zayne by weaponizing his own professionalism which has him pausing for a second before realizing you’re flirting with him.
YOU: Steal his lab coat and glasses just to pretend you’re a doctor. You lean across his office desk, pulling him forward by his tie, close enough that your noses nearly brush.
YOU: Whenever you go to him for a checkup, you always wait until the examination is over before asking whether you’ve been a good patient and if you deserve your lollipop.
YOU: Corner him in his office with a completely serious expression while describing ridiculous symptoms, then ask whether he has a treatment for someone who’s hopelessly “addicted” to a certain stoic cardiac surgeon.
YOU: Walk into his home office while he’s focused on typing up a medical report. Leaning over the back of his chair, you hover near his ear and murmur,
“You spend so much time studying human anatomy… why don’t you come to bed and practice on mine tonight?”
This dramatic, theatrical fishie lives for getting a reaction out of you, constantly pushing your buttons just to see you blush.
The problem for him is that you’ve learned how to match his high-maintenance energy perfectly.
YOU: Ask him if the two of you can recreate that scene from Titanic, fully aware that the moment he realizes which one you mean, he’ll either become impossibly smug or dramatically pretend to be embarrassed.
YOU: When he complains that his hands are cramping from painting for too long, you gently take one of his hands, turn it over, and press a lingering kiss right into the center of his palm, watching the complaint die in his throat.
YOU: While strolling along the beach at Whitesand Bay, you casually ask whether he can show you his Lemurian form, claiming out of curiosity you’re wondering if that form really does offer double the fun.
YOU: While he is hyper-focused on painting a new piece, you slip into his lap, facing him and completely blocking his view of the canvas. Your hands slide up his neck, fingers tangling into his hair, and murmur,
“Stop staring at the art, Rafayel. Look at me. I’m the only masterpiece you should be obsessing over right now.”
Sylus is dangerous, provocative, and effortlessly charismatic, and he knows exactly how to use his confidence.
You don’t shy away from his intensity because with you, flirting is more of a challenge - a constant power struggle.
YOU: During an intense combat training session in the boxing ring, Sylus mocks your technique with that smug smile of his. You wait for a split-second opening, catch him off guard, and send him back against the mat before standing over him with a confident smile.
YOU: While he’s lounging in his chair with a drink in hand and one of his vinyl records playing in the background, you stroll over and lean against the armrest. You ask whether he’d be interested in taking you for a joy ride (you make it clear that you’re not talking about motorcycles).
YOU: During a high-stakes negotiation in the N109 Zone, you stand beside Sylus as his equal, unshaken by the tension in the room. During the deal, you steal glances at him and tease him beneath the table, all while keeping a flawless poker face.
YOU: While he is focused on the latest weapons he has acquired, spread across his desk, you walk up and lean over the table. Your voice drops into a teasing murmur.
“You’re always so calculated… it makes me wonder what it would take to finally see you lose that perfect grip on things.”
From high school heartthrob, to DAA pilot heartthrob, to Farspace Fleet colonel heartthrob, Caleb has always had a talent for making hearts race without even trying.
The way the two of you flirt is teasingly protective - equal parts playful and shameless.
YOU: Invade his personal space while he’s cooking. With his back turned at the stove or kitchen island, you slip your arms around his waist, let your hands wander beneath the hem of his shirt, and press lingering kisses against his shoulder blades.
YOU: Turn his workouts into your own personal entertainment. You casually plop yourself down nearby to watch him do push-ups, or better yet, climb onto his back to add “extra weight”.
YOU: Whenever you wear a dress, you make a habit of teasing him by slowly slipping your underwear down your thighs while keeping your eyes locked on him, watching the way his Adam’s apple bobs before you tuck the fabric into his pocket.
YOU: The moment he comes home wearing his colonel uniform, you steal his visor cap, place it on your own head, and do your very best impression of his commanding voice as you declare,
Being a wolf hybrid, poor Valko isn’t always accustomed to human flirting, and most of your attempts tend to fly right over his head.
You’ve learned that flirting with him works best when you lean directly into his heightened wolf senses - scent, territory, and physical touch.
YOU: While he’s sitting at his desk analyzing EonCore Tech reports, you walk up behind him, lean over his shoulder, and nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, leaving your scent all over him.
YOU: When he’s in his hybrid form, you scratch behind his ears exactly the way he likes it, then grab the base of his tail just firmly enough to make a low growl rumble from his chest, fully aware of how sensitive it is.
YOU: Absolutely adore the way his wolf ears perk up and his tail starts wagging whenever you call him a "good boy".
YOU: While training together in the woods, you deliberately let him catch you and pin you to the ground. However, you shift your weight, flip the position, and straddle him instead. Leaning down until your noses are almost touching, you laugh teasingly,
“Looks like the fierce predator just became my prey.”
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thinking about the lads boys and these have permanently attached themselves to my brain…
if anyone has written these before, i’m sorry :( ik i’m late to the party. just lmk and i’ll remove !
rafayel
• sends you pictures of literally everything. a weird cloud. a fish. a painting he saw for half a second. somehow they’re all accompanied by “this reminded me of you.”
• 100% pretends he needs help with something just so you’ll stand close enough for him to wrap his arms around you from behind.
• remembers every tiny detail you’ve ever mentioned and brings it up months later like it’s common knowledge.
• acts dramatic when you’re busy but the second you actually need him, he’s already there.
zayne
• checks if you’ve eaten without making it sound like he’s checking if you’ve eaten.
• silently fixes things around your apartment while you’re distracted.
• gives the warmest hugs after the worst days, but doesn’t say much. he just lets you stay there until you’re ready to let go.
• secretly loves when you steal his jackets because he knows you’ll give them back smelling like your perfume. (and w/ candies in the pockets)
xavier
• falls asleep anywhere if you’re nearby.
• absolutely gets distracted staring at you mid-conversation and then asks you to repeat yourself.
• buys snacks because “i wasn’t sure which one you’d want” and somehow comes home with five different options.
• has definitely looked at you while you were sleeping and thought, “yeah… i’d choose this life every time.”
sylus
• tells everyone he doesn’t do sentimental gifts and then hands you something so thoughtful it makes you cry.
• stands on the side of the sidewalk closest to traffic without even thinking about it.
• acts like your teasing doesn’t affect him but he’ll think about one particularly embarrassing nickname for weeks.
• the type to wordlessly pull you closer by your waist in crowded places.
caleb
• laughs first, apologizes later.
• would absolutely turn grocery shopping into a competition just to make you smile.
• casually reaches over to fix your hair or brush something off your shoulder while continuing the conversation like nothing happened.
• his favorite sound is your laugh and he doesn’t even realize it until someone points out how hard he tries to make you smile.
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anyway these men are all different flavors of “your honor, he’s in love with her.”
