#my sweet hubband

[smokbeast]

Kissy big wife, and babies

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Alright I’m back for one more…

May I suggest 11 and 38 with our hubband Mayday?

@coffeeandbatboys I hope you like this one too, love.

Love oo.

Warmth

Warnings: Freezing, falling into a pond, nearly freezing to death, near death, fluff, kissing, comfort, cold, I think that's it. Let me know if I miss anything.

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The snow wasn’t letting up, each step you took only got heavier. You were cold, your body frozen from falling through the ice, who could’ve known there was a pond under all the snow. Thankfully, it wasn’t deep enough to prevent you from getting out, but you did lose your rations. Your hands felt as though they were going to fall off, you kept them hidden under your armpits, hoping they’d warm up a little, but it seemed to only make your armpits cold. 

It was just another ten kilometres, you already walked an hour in this weather, soaking wet. At least, when you fell in, you had practically finished your patrol. 

And as much as you didn’t mind Barton IV, at this current point in time, you wanted to be warm in your quarters, with Mayday’s arms around you. Holding you close, as he whispered sweet promises in your ear. 

Keeping those thoughts going in your mind, was the drive you needed to keep going. 

It was almost two hours later, when you saw the outline of the base. You let out a sigh of relief, as your steps faltered on the hard concrete surface. You kept moving, but now your feet somehow felt even heavier. 

There was a blurry image of someone running towards you, someone shouted your name, it sounded so close and so far, you couldn’t even move anymore. Your knees crumpled under you as you fell to the ground. 

Mayday rushed over to you, as soon as he saw you trudging towards the entrance he took off on a full run to get to you. Before you even hit the ground he wrapped his arms around your back and knees carrying you in his arms inside. He took you to the medics as soon as he could. 

He sat beside your bed, his knee bouncing as he held your hand, pressing it to his lips, hoping the warmth from his breath would provide you comfort. 

Your eyes slowly opened, you turned your head to look at the person holding your hand, smiling as you saw Mayday sitting beside you. 

“Hey…” you whispered softly, unable to talk louder.

His eyes flung open to look at you, he let out a choked sigh, without a thought, he shifted from his seat, sitting beside you on the bed looking into your eyes. “Oh thank the force!” He pressed his forehead against yours, “Maker! Cyare, you had me worried.”

“I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay. What happened?”

“I was running away from some raiders, and … the ice broke. I fell into a pond…”

“You ran? Did you think they were gonna kill you?”

“Thought had crossed my mind” you offer a small smile, although your eyes were barely staying open.

“I want you to know something, cyare, the only one who gets to kill you is me. Trust me, when I say I will make good on promise if you don’t comm when you’re in trouble.”

“I tried, but the cold killed it.”

“Doesn’t matter. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, sir.” You chuckled, as you slowly opened your eyes and looked into his eyes, smiling. “You know I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“I know. And that’s the only reason, I’m not yelling at you, or saying ‘You dumbass. Don’t do that. Ever again.’ Understood? This is your one and only near death experience you’re allowed to have.”

“Okay, sweetie. I understand.”

Mayday pressed his lips against yours, needing to remind himself you were there, you were alive and you were safe now. Maker, how he hated the Empire, he hated how they didn’t care about anyone. Even if they wanted to shun him and his brothers, they should at least take care of you. 

He lifted you with his arms as he wrapped them around you, hugging you close to his body. He never wanted to think about losing you again. Hopefully, with the new Lieutenant that was to be arriving in a few days, things would get better. At least, he hoped you’d all get some new equipment and supplies. 

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[lunarmoonanons]

The Rogue Prince and The Precious Princess

🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕  

Daemon plays with the Small Dragon princess, aiming his sights on her for the future. 

🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕  

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The Keep was finally lively again. Due to the success of Maegelle reconciling her parents, the court welcomed back the good Queen and her two sweet daughters. Now at age 6, YN could run about the Keep with her favorite playmate, Daemon. The 9 year old boy had always enjoyed playing with YN, even if she was 3 years his junior; the two would be seen playing tag, or skipping around the yards, or even sneaking around the gardens when they could sneak out of Alysanne’s sight for a moment. Now the two were running around the Keep chasing the other around, much to the delight of the nobles and guards whom they dodged. 

“You can’t catch me, Daemon!” YN giggled and swerved around a guard who smiled at the little princess. 

“Just you wait!” Daemon teased, he was slowing himself down purposefully to lengthen the game. When YN turned a corner he sped up and slid across the floor to get her. 

But when he turned the corner, YN was not in sight. Tentatively, he stepped forward and looked around for her. Ears perked when he heard giggling behind a pillar. YN was hiding from him. Catching a peek of her dress behind one, Daemon swerved around the pillar to jump out at YN. When YN peeked her head out to see Daemon, she was confused when his image did not appear. Suddenly, two hands reached out behind her and tickled her sides, sending YYN into a fury of laughter. 

“Caught You!” Daemon laughed, pleased with himself as he sent YN into unstoppable laughter. 

“Let.. HAHA…Let me…. HAHAHA… Let me GO! HAHAHAHA!” YN laughed hysterically and squirmed in his hold. When he finally let her go, YN remained smiling at the silver haired boy. “So, what should we play now?”

“Hmmm. Hide n Seek?” Daemon offered, taking long dramatic steps to circle around YN who copied his goose steps. 

“Nah, I keep getting lost and Mommy gets sad when ‘m lost.” YN responded, twirling her silver hair. 

“How about hops?” Daemon asked, smiling at the game where they’d bounce around the castle and keep it up till they saw the King or Queen. 

“My legs are too tired. Let’s play a new game!” YN suggested, excited at her new idea. 

“What about Marriage?” Daemon asked, thinking of the game he heard some of the court ladies’ daughters who played the same game with their perspective beaus. 

“What’s that game?” YN asked, tilting her head dramatically to let her hair dangle. 

“We pretend to be married and call each other husband and wife. And we have to stay together the entire time.” Daemon said hoping YN would agree. His father always said that he might marry YN, so in his mind they were just practicing. 

“Wouldn’t you play this game with Gael? She’s around your age. Daddy says ‘m too small to ever marry.” YN asked him, now suddenly wanting to find Gael and include her in their games. 

“I don’t want her. She’s too simple for me. I wanna play with someone who can keep up!” Daemon whined and held out his hand. “Please? Just for today?”

“Mkay.” YN relented and grabbed his hand, not noticing how tight he began to grip his small hand. 

“Perfect! Now let’s go to the throne room, wife!” Daemon smirked at his triumph. 

“Yes yes, hubband.” YN giggled and skipped alongside him. 

“Husband.”

“S’what I said.” 

The two young ones skipped around the keep, smiling at the people and calling each other their new titles. No one seemed to raise an eyebrow at it, since so many like Prince Baelon assumed the two would be wed one day as was custom in the Targaryen line. YN was giggling and enjoying the fake title she had now, but not as much as Daemon enjoyed it. This was more fun than practicing his Valyrian or reading histories. Though not as fun as swordplay, or flying with his father on his father’s dragon, he did enjoy his time with YN. He, like others, loved the little princess the minute she graced the Keep with her bright smile. The two were playmates when she began to walk around as his father designed it. The queen did want him to play with Gael, but Daemon found her to be too boring and dull, but YN was fun. She indulged his games and could keep up with the prince. Daemon had missed her when the queen took her away to Dragonstone, he had asked his father as to why YN was going away but Baelon could give no satisfying answer to the boy. 

Once the two had made it to the throne room, YN let go of Daemon’s hand and ran up to the throne. Much to Daemon’s dismay. 

“YN…” Daemon whined. “Your supposed to keep hold of my hand, wife.”

“Come to the chair with me!” YN smiled and waved him over. When he found his way over, YN grabbed his hand again and brought him up to the throne. “Daddy lets me sit on the chair with him sometimes.”

“It’s called a throne.”

“Drone.”

“Throne.”

“That’s what I said.” YN waved off his comment. 

YN pulled Daemon up the steps so that the two may directly sit on the throne. Daemon hissed at the slight pain the swords gave him when he sat on the Iron throne. The two managed to both sit the throne at the same time. YN kicked her feet around, while Daemon gaped at how long the room looked from this throne. He smiled at YN who returned it with her own bright and wide smile. With a boldness, like Alyssa before him, Daemon lifted YN’s tiny hand to his mouth and placed a kiss sweetly on it. 

“You and I will be married one day. And I’d be the kindest husband to you. I’d take you for a ride on my dragon every day, and we’d-”

“And you’d what? Daemon.” A loud voice interrupted them. Jaehaerys entered the throne room with a slight scowl on his face. 

“Daddy!” YN jumped off the throne and ran to her father, laughing when he lifted her up to his arms. “We were playing a new game! And we ran around the keep together! I escaped my tutor and tried to find you but I couldn’t so I found Daemon and we played chase. And-”

“Hush. Hush YN. I can’t understand you when you speak so fast.” Jaehaerys chuckled at his daughter’s ramblings. Several other lords had made their way into the room, intending to speak to the king and smiling at the sweet sight of Jaehaerys holding his daughter. “Now. What game were you playing?”

“Nothing… just a silly game called marriage.” Daemon mumbled and hopped down from the throne. 

“Hmm. And what makes you think you’d wed YN?” Jaehaerys contained his anger at the thought of someone taking YN away from him. “I do not think you are worthy enough to marry her. No one is.”

“Your majesty… do you not intend to wed her off eventually?” A lord asked, confused that Jaehaerys aimed to keep YN unwed her whole life. 

“I cannot deny that I have never wished to see YN wed. I am happy with her company and do not in the least want a separation.” Jaehaerys gave YN a tight hug and then turned his gaze to Daemon who did not waver in his glance. “And you must get back to your studies. Perhaps then you will be worthy for her. But I doubt it.”

With that, Jaehaerys dismissed the boy who’s face was red with anger and pride. Daemon collected himself as best a child could and made his way back to his rooms so that he could finish his studies. He would be worthy of YN. He’d show the old King that he’d be a strong man and a worthy match for the most precious princess.

@missglaskin

[bloodyarn]

🎲 for the dragon hubband uvu

⚝ 𝕂𝕀𝕊𝕊 ℝ𝕆𝕌𝕃𝔼𝕋𝕋𝔼 ⚝

❥  source

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   36. 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝘀𝘀 𝐨𝐧 𝘁𝐡𝐞 𝘀𝐡𝐨𝘂𝐥𝐝𝐞𝗿 .

     𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐚𝘀𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝘁 𝐛𝗿𝐞𝐞𝖟𝐞 𝐝𝗿𝐚𝐠𝘀 𝐢𝘁𝘀𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐜𝗿𝐨𝘀𝘀 𝘄𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝗿𝐚𝘀𝘀 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝𝘀 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝗿 𝘁𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩.      Later than usual, Babette tries to spot the dragonborn, guilt bubbling up when eyes ascent to the moon's position   —   Past midnight, certainly. And the lady was almost sure Attor did not bother to go to bed already, like she urged him to do so often past times.

The seamstress drags herself over to where Attor usually spends the time, waiting until she was finished with her handiwork. A loyal old oak tree, standing tall next to a small body of water, not to mention the soothing, clear view over the whole area. Nostalgic, in a way. Of course, he was not asleep. He seemed lost in thought again.

Babette kneeled beside him, one hand tenderly brushing against his arm to not scare the man, before a timid kiss on his shoulder is spared. A greeting, followed by her head nuzzling against Attor's in utter affection.

     ❝ I got distracted. Forgot the time. So sorry, my sweet. ❞    Apologetic, as her voice hushed the words against his scales. Worn by staring hours at threads  &  needles, worn by their journey  &  worried by the road ahead.

Yet, there was a hint of comfort that kept her grounded, nonetheless. And it was when she was right there.    With him.

[canongf]

LIV, HE'S. SWEET. BUT AWFUL. JDJXSJXBSJXJDKXJDKXNDNX

MY NEW HUBBAND (and newest Sam Witwer Blorbo).... Ben Lockwood, also known as Agent Liberty, from Supergirl-

He's sadly prejudiced against aliens because his dad is absolutely INSUFFERABLE and I happen to be a motive because my chronic issues asdfghjkl he wants to protect me-

But he's SOOOOOO........<3 god. He's a history professor. He's a supervillain. He's hot in sweatervests-

HIIIII NEW HUSBAND!!!!!

you had me intrigued at both supervillain AND history professor... although the history professor part makes sense. the plaid jacket, the sweater vests, sooo dark academia of him. i see it. but now i want to learn MORE ABOUT EVERYTHING ELSE!!!

[doomed-doctor]

LOVE UUUU SWEET DREAMS OF KISSING YOUR HUBBAND 👋👋❤❤❤

MY WHAAAAAAAAT.

OH...... MY......... GOD..........

[littledisasterbabby]

my hubband has cuddled right up to me and wrapped himself around me in his sleep which is. very sweet but he is like a huge hot water bottle!!!! I am so hot. he's a very light sleeper and isn't well so I don't want to risk waking him. it's like having a pet lying on me. I'm gonna cook 🥵

[stephdemonprince]

Alright rat stories. We're gonna start at the beginning-with two brothers, as many stories do. Caramel and Cocoa, both hooded rats named for their coloring. They'd end up heart rats, one each for me and my husband. This story is about Caramel, and one of his most memorable moments. What you gotta know about rats? They love food. So much. They did research and sugar is like crack to their tiny rat brains. Amazing. So one day, Hubband makes his mac n cheese-homemade cheese sauce hell yeah-and I suggest we give a spiral of mac to the boys each. We take a spiral from the bowl, and offer it to Caramel. He takes it, dainty and gentle. We watch as he turns it in his lil paws.... AND SHOVES IT RIGHT DOWN HIS THROAT. I've lost my shit laughing at this for years. Caramel was only sweet for hubband and he was a complete shit the rest of the time. Loved that tiny idiot.

[undersero]

Beeeee! could i ask for 10 & 11 with you and Kagami?

Gasp!!! My big basketball hubband 🥰🥰 he’s such a hunk

10. Has your f/o caught you masturbating or vice versa?

We’ve both caught the other a fair few times. The first time I literally almost combusted! And he looked like he was about to as well. We were such sweet love birds! The last time I caught him he said something like “are you gonna help me or watch?” And idk I just think that was sexy of him 🥰

11. How do you two feel about shower sex?

I’m not really into actual sex in the shower, but foreplay and oral is something we are both totally game for. Starts in the shower, ends in the bed (but we can’t always make it there so sometimes it ends on the counter or bathroom floor.

[iammarriedtomothman]

Meet Cute (again)

All Gio had wanted was a new model for his latest piece. Yes he had plenty of beautiful people waltzing around the estate but he wasn’t sure how willing they would be to sit and pose for four hours at a time.

No, he needed a professional, it had been much too long since a museum had seen a Scarafaggio original and now was time. 

He had entrusted his Lex to pick his model, his muse for the week. And maybe that was a mistake, he had been moping around the estate for too long now and they had noticed. True he had a wonderful enclave of people in what he jokingly referred to as “the estates private collection” but he missed his masterpiece. 

Y/N

They had died young again a few years back. Poisoned by a man they had married. He thought that if he stepped out of the picture their next lifecycle they would be safe, wouldn’t die young like they had every time he found them again. But the universe was cruel and he watched from afar at their funeral yet again. 

He had met them in ancient Rome, he was still relatively naïve to humanity but he felt a pull to them, their kind eyes, warm smile. They were sunshine to him, and he fell quickly. He painted them almost everyday, trying his best to capture their beauty. He had a few weeks with them before sickness took them. He had only them in memory and paintings now. He found them again a few years later, they had no idea who he was but their kind eyes still sparkled with affection for him. 

And thus the cycle continued, he held them close and tried to capture their beauty. He tried to protect them, keep them healthy and safe. But they would die young regardless. 

He had loved them and lost them too many times and each go round was a chip at his heart. So he grew bitter and closed off. Allowing only a few inside.

Maybe Lex had grown tired of him staring longingly at their portrait in the side room of his studio, where he would lock himself in days at a time. He had filled the room with the paintings of them and the others over the years. They always had those kind eyes that filled with adoration for him. 

 Lex cleared her throat, startling him as he tore his eyes away from thier portrait. “Porca miseria Lex!”

“Sorry Boss I thought you would have heard me coming, your model is here”

“Thank you Lex” and with that he closed the doors to the small room and went to greet his guest. 

But when he went to go greet them he halted. If he ever had the need to breathe his breath would have hitched. His Y/N was standing right in front of him. Standing next to an old beat up red car, their smile is still wide, eyes that meet his, still kind and loving. 

“H-hello, I’m Y/N, I’ll be your model” And their voice is still sweet even when they’re nervous. “Hello, I’m Scarafaggio Shoggoth but you may call me Gio, everyone does” He extended his hand  “You come highly recommended and I must say, I look forward to working with you” he was going to kill Lex, or thank her immensely, it was really depending on how this all panned out.

They shook his hand and time stopped, they still felt the same in his hand and he stopped himself from raising it to his mouth to press a kiss into it like he had done so many times over.

He set them up in his studio, he wondered if they felt comfortable, like they felt they had always lived here, as their body language showed them relaxed. He rolled up his sleeves and got to work, a million emotions rolling through him but, he was more guarded, how many times could he lose them again, maybe just one painting would be enough to sustain him?

“Soooooo” they spoke up, cutting the silence

“What?” he barked and immediately hated himself, he never wanted to speak a cross word to them in his existence, but better to keep his heart at a distance. He winced as they shrunk back a bit, their eyebrows shot up “n-nothing, just you know, most clients listen to music or at the very least make small talk. I just thought we could get to know each other since, we’ll be spending a long amount of time together” He sunk back behind his painting “I can put on some classical music if you’d like but I’m not sure you’d like my conversations” A few minutes ticked by, now filled with soft classical music “So, um, what do you do for work?” He laughed through his nose, if only they knew, “art” he replied. “Well, I’m a botanist but it surprisingly doesn't pay well, go figure. So I took up modeling on the side” and with that they talked through their entire session, it was always like them to break through his tough shell no matter how hard he tried to keep it up.

He kept asking them to come back, he needed them to come back, he wanted to hear them again, see them close to what they had looked before, laid practically naked over a chair, ethereally beautiful. One day they let out a soft laugh through their nose, a noise he missed dearly. “Something funny?” he asked, working on their shading. “No, it’s just… I don’t know Déjà vu? It feels like I’ve been here before, like this house seems familiar?”

He faltered, did they know? Had they figured it out? “Oh well, a trick of the mind I guess, all big houses look alike” He mentally sighed in relief and went back to painting, hoping that as mean as he was, he could keep their distance. Paint them until he got just enough to sustain him and then send them away, let them live a normal life, hopefully a long one this time.

But of course they were curious, and a wanderer. He had only got up for a minute to get them some water. Perhaps it was a ploy by them to distract him, he could have gotten one of his clones to get it but he wanted to do this for them, a slip up by him. When he got back they weren't in the chaise, they weren't even in the studio. His panic only worsened when he saw his private side room door open. The room with his personal collection, where all the portraits of them were stored. He dropped the glass, and ran to the room praying he had simply forgotten to close it. He shoved the door open quickly in a panic, and there they were, staring at themself from 300 years ago. A look of worry and fear across their face. “Y/N, my darling please” He begged as he reached out to gently grab their hand, the pet name all too natural, was a mistake. “Don’t.” He flinched, their words sharp and demanding, making his stomach drop “Don’t, don’t call me that, not when you have all of these paintings of me” their eyes filling with tears “not when you’ve been staring at me practically naked for a week now” They slapped his outstretched hand away “don’t touch me you creep!” They shoved past him, grabbing their bag and running out the door. He watched as they ran, not wanting to chase them. As he heard the front door slam and their car rev up, he accepted solemnly that they had made their decision, and done as he had hoped anyway, left him alone for them to live a normal life. So why did it feel so bad, why did it feel like his unbeating heart was shattered? He sunk to the floor, the reason clear, it’s because they hated him, in all of their lives they either loved him or ignored him, but never hated him. He had never wanted to cause them pain or suffering, he only wanted to protect them. He stood up eventually and stared at his unfinished art piece, anger at himself boiling up inside, he couldn't destroy it, the only thing left of them, but he needed to destroy something. His studio was in shambles when Zhuk found him, anger spent, now numbly staring at the tumblr full of netherworld quality booze. Everything was destroyed except their unfinished portrait. which stood neatly on its easel. “I messed it up Zhuk” He told him emotionlessly “Then fix it, durak” Zhuk replied. Gio flinched at this cold response but he was right, he needed to fix it.

 So he reached out, using the number they had given him, begging for just a chance to explain himself. Luckily they had in fact been putting things together over the times they had visited. “I found it weird I already knew where the bathroom was, and how I knew that there’s a tricky turn at the entrance” They explained to him as he walked them back to the portrait room “things got to much just for Déjà vu to explain and after the paintings, it just began to come together”

 He nodded as he guided them to the portrait room “Yes, you and a couple of others are a rare soul, one that will continue to be reborn time and time again” He held such restraint around them, wanting nothing more than to hold them against him again, overjoyed they had given him a second chance. “You see, it’s said that sometimes a love is so strong that one lifetime isn’t enough to live it, and that’s what is the case with you and the others” “Where did I meet you first?” they asked breathily after a few minutes of silence. Gio smiled and gently took their hand, leading them to the first Fresco he painted of them “Rome in the first century” it felt so good to have them hand in his again “You and I were buying wine and there was only one left. You insisted I take it and that you didn’t really want it, so I offered we share it” He chuckled “we shared a bottle and then a beautiful few weeks together before you passed” “And this one?” They were pointing to the golden framed portrait of them, they looked almost the same as they did back then, they had only changed their hair.  “That was you in 1842, you lived here then and were the head of the house, you made everyone's day so much brighter” He tested the waters by bringing their hand to his mouth, pressing a loving kiss onto their knuckles. “Mine especially” Luckily, they didn’t flinch or tug their hand away, instead they sighed happily, still looking at their old portrait. “I was so beautiful”

He chuckled and turned to them, elated to see their eyes were shining yet again in adoration and love

“My darling you are still as lovely as the day I met you centuries ago” Lovingly stroking their face. They smiled and leaned into his touch, “I can’t explain it, but this feels so familiar, it makes me feel safe and warm, like I’ve done this countless times with you” His heart soared in happiness “Then I will spend everyday until eternity making you feel this way my love” He smiled softly at his little spot of sunshine “may I risk making a complete fool of myself by asking if I can kiss you?” He asked nervously They giggled softly, making his heart flutter with love “Well, it seems like the obvious thing to do” He smiled as he cupped their face, the feeling of their soft skin never truly gone from his memory. He pressed his lips gently to theirs, his moon was home again he would finally have the courage to do everything in his power to make sure he never let them go again.

[chimeowrical]

Big fan of my own oc and her husband

[the8thsphynx]

nonono see hair down romani is also a NECESSITY, one we all DESERVE to have too! for peak chaldea functionality even! because he.... ( ,':(c ) he uh,,,, (hrm. think think think....)... he uhhhhhhhhh gets... tension headaches! yes! real bad ones, REAL bad, especially with the whole Grand Order thing and Goetia joining the chat in chapter 4 and all THAAAAT.... y'know how it is with these doctors and their EMOTIONS. would be a shame if humanity's last master were to be compelled to fix those headaches tho.... and steal his ponytails.... because a certain instinct of his (definitely not from his dead hubband) tells him to... resulting in an unintentionally sweet and caring moment between the two... real shame.... (😔🙏)

OH BET????

Rating: T

Warnings: FGO Part 1 Spoilers

Length: >1k words

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A stack of papers suddenly thumped on top of Romani’s head.

“Take your hair out!” River’s voice scolded him from above the paper bludgeon.

The doctor blinked, “Wh.. wha…?”

River set the papers he had retrieved for Romani on the desk before pointing a finger in his face and huffing.

“...You’re gonna give yourself headaches if you keep wearing it up every day! Seriously, Roman, ever since I’ve met you it’s been nonstop ponytails. I’ve never seen you relax it. Do you even go to sleep like that?”

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Reaching up to fix the disheveled hairs from where he was struck, Romani sighed, “You know, you and Da Vinci sound the exact same when you’re scolding me. And I sleep with my hair down! …Mostly… when I remember to… But this is just the easier hairstyle to maintain when I’m working with patients or running labs!”

River leaned down and motioned his hands over the control panel, “I have great news for you! You’re in the Control Room, not the medical bay. So relax your hair! Hey, listen, I had to learn to take really good care of my hair years ago when I decided to grow it out; if you keep yanking your hair back every day for 17 hours at a time, you workaholic you’re gonna make yourself go bald.”

“Hey hey hey!” Romani held both of his hands up defensively, “Don’t curse me with that! I’m 30 years old, those thoughts are a little too real!”

“And I’m only four years behind you, so take this as me offering you my own survival guide! Here–” River leaned over and reached for the hairtie securing the doctor’s ginger locks back, nimbly but gently undoing it.

Romani clicked his tongue, but made no moves to push him away, “Why are you like this…?”

Once finished, River slipped the hairtie over his wrist and finished it off by running his fingers through the doctor’s hair to style.

“Ta-da! Doesn’t that feel so much nicer? And this isn’t a bad look on you either, Roman. Your hair is a nice color and it fits your face, so just let it down whenever you can throughout th–... Oh’p, did I break you?”

Looking down at the state of the other man, River had to stifle a laugh. Romani’s shoulders were lax and his chin tilted up. By the way his eyes were closed and how his mouth hung ever so slightly open as River’s fingers moved along his scalp and through his hair, it was clear he was in a trance. Slowly, emerald eyes opened and glanced back up at the mage, blinking as he came to the realization of where he was.

Romani’s face went red and he stammered, “Uh… s-sorry…”

“Nah, it’s my weak spot, too,” River dismissed with a shrug, “Well… that’s if you ever manage to get a hold of my head. Anyways, just don’t strain your scalp constantly. Hair loss aside, you are gonna give yourself headaches.”

The doctor stared up at him, a certain glint in his eyes, “...And if I still wear a ponytail all the time?”

River crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, “Same exact thing I do if I hear you’re going days without sleep; I’m gonna make you stop.”

“Why are you so uptight about my health?” Romani chuckled

“Oh, excuse me, did I miss the memo that friendships now mean you don’t care about someone’s wellbeing? And hey, even if we somehow weren’t friends I would still look out for you; as my doctor and as Chaldea’s acting director! I care about you because I want to, Roman.”

Finishing his rant with a huff, the mage gestured to the stack of papers he dropped off with his chin, “Okay, I need to run back to Da Vinci’s workshop to help her out with testing her new Mystic Code rig. Besides these old reports from the archive room, do you want me to grab you anything else? If you remember anything you can always blow up my comms, too.”

Romani smiled and shook his head, “No, River, I’m fine. Thank you for… well… papers and saving me from headaches.”

River made a half-hearted salute and began walking backwards towards the door, “Don’t forget; Magi☆Mari stream tonight! She’s having that collab with Vivi Tonbo and we don’t know if there’s gonna be a new costume or a new duet song. If you can’t make it to my room to watch, let me know so I can try and record it for you. BYE.”

The automatic door closed River off from the control room and left the doctor alone. He blinked at the empty space where the younger man was, a smile still playing on his lips. There was a lighter feeling on his head for sure now. Romani ran a hand through his hair… of course putting it back up was no longer an option, as River had absentmindedly stolen Romani’s hairtie, but the doctor didn’t mind.

With a gentle sigh he turned his attention to the papers delivered to him and began sorting through.

“It’s… odd…” he whispered to himself, “...You’re so much different now than you were back then… and yet you’re still exactly the same, Aim…”

Curiously, he twirled a lock of fiery hair around his finger and glanced it over. His smile faded, though, and a somberness set in, “I… just wish things were different. If it wasn’t for me, then maybe you and I finally could have been together… We… might have even been able… to…”

He squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head and even going the extra step to slap his own cheeks, “NO. No. Keep going, Romani. This isn’t about you anymore. You have to pave the way for him and Mash… They deserve at least that much…”

Lowering his head, the doctor dove into his work without another thought.

[scribbs-musing]

Sleepy Days require Comfy Doodles.

Not exactly what I had been wanting to get around to drawing today. I'd had a few bigger tasks I wanted to tackle; but these were really chill and fun to work on! Always good to see my sweet fat cat. 💜

With a little appearance from his vampire hubbands.

[christopherrpike-archive]

97, 19, 1 and 7 for my hubband magnus leon rose!!!

thank u daffs!! sorry it took so long HFHFH

97. Have you ever drawn them before? If you are comfortable with it, would you post a picture?

Nope, I have not, sorry!

19. What does their relationship with their family look like? Are they close? Distant? Etc.

Distant I’d say, but still on relatively good terms. He definitely still keeps in touch, but not as often as he should.

1. What is their favourite food?

Surprisingly, prior to being embraced, he’d order the greasiest thing on the menu. Just… junk food. It does nothing for him now but he still likes indulging in it every once in a while.

7. Do they like chocolate?

Yes, he has a massive sweet tooth

[maxellminidisc]

I haven't watched Doom Patrol yet but my heart is already here for the sweet robot man and his bandage wrapped hubband

[professor-kukui]

interdreamed

[ ♛ ] send me a url and i’ll tell you the following;

+ @interdreamed

my opinion on;

character in general: I ADORE Burnet. Like legit, she is the mun’s first and only waifu. I remember before I had played the games my friend told me the prof was apparently married and I was like “BITCH THAT DICK FOR ME THO” but when I saw Burnet I just instantly fell in love with her (and would 100% go halfsies on those candlenuts with her like gurl hit me up we can tag team). But the hate she gets from the fandom and how quickly she’s written off by people hurts my very soul because she’s a wonderful character and her and Kukui are so cute together! Like this is our first fleshed out professor couple, how is the fandom not rejoicing??? I just want her safe and happy and relishing in all the sweet hubband love because she fucking deserves it. So help me god I will single handedly represent the Burnet Defense squad, I’ll make myself a uniform and everything. Normally I hate canon couples especially when the guy is someone the mun is super into like I am with Kukui since I am immature and want them for myself but like… they are just such a precious couple and probably have the cutest sex ever and I would 10/10 watch and probably have my soul fucking cleansed by their purity tbh. God rest my soul, I just love Burnet a lot okay ;A; how they play them: Dammit Kels your Burny is fabulous and I just yell about it tbh D:the mun: Kels is just wonderful! She’s so sweet and deals with me yelling and spewing about Kukui and Burnet 24/7 and I am grateful lol, I love talking about headcanons with her and just chatting in general is a lot of fun c: They are definitely someone I would love to continue getting to know as well as interacting with! Please go give her love because she is such a sweetie

do i;

follow them: OF FUCKING COURSE AND YOU SHOULD TOO rp with them: We have a good few threads going with more on the way someone should probably stop us tbh??? (actually don’t you dare unless you wanna get cut)want to rp with them: Literally every second of the day no lies ;A;ship their character with mine: THEY ARE ACTUALLY THE OT TO THE FUCKING P

what is my;

overall opinion: Just… weeps tbh. But this is definitely a quality af Burnet, and blog in general! The mun is an angel who happened to meet this demon squid so Kels I am so sorry ;3;  But go give her all the love ever!

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.