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Oc x Canon DTIYS in celebration of 300+ <3

Thank you for everyone who voted in my poll, whoever who voted for the angst prompt to win fret not because I’ll be holding another DTIYS soon in a few months when my birthday rolls around !!

Important info below cut so I don’t clog the tags:

• Deadline is April 26. Take your time, there’s no rush ^^

• I’m pretty lenient in terms of rules but obviously no ai submissions, and i’d prefer if entries were restricted to 1-2 per person. However, 1 entry is preferred just to better keep track of things and keep it all fair. You also have to be following me in order to participate.

• Experiment with the composition! it doesn’t have to be a 1 to 1 copy of my original drawing, I love when people take creative liberties. They could not kiss, she could have a knife instead of a gun, or maybe there’s an actual background instead of being banished to a beige and white wasteland.

• Tag me !!! I want to see how they turned out

• I will be picking the Top 3 artworks I like out of all of the entries:

First prize is a fully rendered artwork, up to 2 characters maximum and can be full body, half body or just headshot. Rendered background can be included too if you wish.

Second prize is flat coloured, 2 char maximum and can be full body, half body or headshot too. No detailed background, just flat colour one if desired.

Third prize is again, the same thing as the last two options. Except in my signature purple sketch style, no background is offered here.

This is mainly done for fun !! I like interacting with you guys and I love giving back to my community, so don’t take it too serious ^^ what matters is that you had fun during the drawing process.

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HWJFHWJDJDJF NOOOOOO LFMAOOO

Bad Pick-up Lines (One-Shot)

Terisha had just arrived to the RPD building, feeling more better about this early March morning. She had her hair down; she'd fix it up by the time she got to the building.

In the middle of the building before she would start heading up to the office to report for duty. She had her back to the entrance, as she was unbuttoning her jacket and then brushing her hair out a bit. It was a bit of a habit before she'd go up to the office.

What she didn't intend was getting any attention. She heard footsteps approach her.

"Are you a broom? Because you’ve swept me off my feet." A familiar voice said as Terisha froze.

"What did ya just call me?" She asked with a frustrated tone.

She turned her head, her cheeks red as she noticed it was Jaiden. Her co-worker.

"Jaiden!?"

"Terisha, fuck I didn't know it was you!"

"Of course it's me! who'd you expect!"

"N-Not you!" Jaiden back away. "Uh, fuck, I think I heard Enrico calling me." He said awkwardly as he rushed off.

Terisha stood there, surprised, as she slowly walked to the office.

Hours later, Cindy sat at the table with Jill, Rebecca and Jordan. It was an off and on conversation about day-to-day life, new hobbies, and just some gossip tossed into the mix.

"Have any of you seen Terisha?" Jill asked, taking a sip of her coffee.

"No, I was too busy helping Brad with something." Cindy told her.

Jordan shrugged.

"Saw her this morning with Kenneth, I think they were training the dogs?" She continued eating her lunch after recalling the last time she saw her co-worker.

"I was too busy with some paperwork to even notice much of anyone." Rebecca sighed nervously.

Cindy nodded trying to think.

"Maybe she decided to run some quick errands? She sometimes does that for her lunch break." Cindy suggested.

The door to the room slowly crept open as Terisha walked in red faced.

"Oh, there she is." Rebecca smiled. "Are you doing alright, Terisha?" She took notice of the woman's expression.

"Me? I'm fine, quite fine." She walked over and carried her bottle of tea. "Just had a run in with a certain somebody." She sighed, sitting down next to Jill and Cindy.

"You don't sound fine." Jill pointed out. "Wanna talk about it?"

Jordan snickered.

"Or maybe we can prank them? just tell us who it is and I'm sure--" Jordan was interrupted by the answer.

"It's Jaiden."

"What did he do this time?" Jill raised an eyebrow.

"Ugh, it was this morning, and I had my jacket on, and Jaiden approached from behind and--" Before Terisha could continue.

"He didn't touch you right? I'll punch him if I have to." Jordan rushed in.

"W-What? no, he just said a pick-up line and I'm surprised he couldn't recognize me from behind." Terisha leaned back in her chair embarrassed.

"He didn't recognize you?" Jill was surprised.

"What was the pick-up line?" Cindy raised an eyebrow. "I'm now more curious about that since you normally don't get so flustered."

"......Are you a broom? Because you’ve swept me off my feet.” Terisha sighed, her face again redder than before.

Cindy was surprised.

"That was bad." Cindy shook her head. "And I should know, I'm married to a guy full of pun pick-up lines." she sighed.

"Err...if that was earlier today, why were you still blushing?" Rebecca asked.

"Because I bumped into him on the way here, and he got embarrassed, and I got embarrassed, he kept pushing open a door when he was supposed to grab the knob, and I fell down on the last steps on my way down here."

Jordan slowly nodded her head, not having a clue of what to say. But her mind did go towards the idea of asking Jaiden what the hell he was thinking about that pickup line.

"Anyways, did any of you see the game last night?" Jordan tried to casually change the subject matter of discussion. Literally wanting anything but her brother's bad pick-up lines.

Meanwhile with the guys.

"Oh god! YOU DIDN'T RECOGNIZE HER!?" Forest laughed as Jaiden leaned against the wall annoyed hearing the guys laughing their asses off.

"H-Her hair was styled differently!" He said again like the time before, and the time before that when they kept bringing it up.

"Still, I can't believe you said she was a broom!" Chris laughed.

Joseph chuckled a bit.

"Yeah, you kinda fucked up there pal." He threw in.

"Do you not think I don't realize that!?" Jaiden shouted in frustration, his face visibly red but the guys couldn't tell if it was because of embarrassment or because he was mad, safe to say, it was probably a mix of both.

"Now, now guys we all know Jaiden is a little 'wiped out' right now." Chris chuckled.

"Oh no....not the damn puns!" Jaiden yelled.

"I'm sorry Jaiden that Terisha couldn't brush past that pick-up line." Forest said.

"This couldn't get any worse." Jaiden sighed in annoyance.

"Don't worry, you'll just sweep this under the rug." Joseph grinned ear to ear.

This was most likely going to last a week of awkward looks from co-workers, a ton of cleaning supply puns, and maybe a long lecture from Wesker about workplace behavior....like he could even fucking talk. Jaiden wasn't sure what he'd pick, but he knew he wanted out of here. Far, far away from here.

Joseph walked over to the door and noticed something. "Shit, Jaiden, Terisha's coming this way." He told him.

Jaiden went pale.

"What?" He spoke with a quiet tone, he was ready to speed off. He wasn't ready to face her right now.

"Quick you gotta hide." Joseph told him.

He went straight to the next room opening it and ready to step out. He waited in the hallway for her to leave. Until he heard the door open from behind him. It was Joseph.

"Jaiden, Terisha wants to speak to you about earlier." He said calmly.

"R-Right now? What? this is too fast! I refuse to believe she liked that pick-up line."

"Dude, she really, really liked it." Joseph tried to reassure him. "Just come in."

Jaiden sighed as he gathered his remaining bits of courage turning to go back inside, he was trying to look around in case anyone else was there. He didn't need an audience.

"She's in Wesker's office,"

"Why?"

"Just go in, she says it's important." Joseph reassured him, Jaiden entered only to find the chair facing away from him. She was probably embarrassed.

"Uh, Terisha, I didn't mean to say that earlier, I mean if you liked that, that's great. I'm not sure if it'd work out, I mean if you want to give it a try--" he stopped as the chair spined around revealing Forest with a broom.

"Oh, look dude! she wants to go out right away on that date!" Forest hopped out the chair and handed Jaiden the broom running out the office.

Jaiden felt a lot of things in that moment. Annoyance. The need to yell. Maybe even the need to punch someone. He wasn't sure exactly; all he knew was that he needed some new pick-up lines that didn't suck.

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This was another quick exercise one-shot, I wanted to play around with S.T.A.R.S. stupid moments the most, and since I haven't written too much of S.T.A.R.S stuff involving Terisha, i figured the fitting idea was using Jaiden since both have a interesting dynamic. Selecting both of these was a chaotic combo and I regret nothing.

This was going to be posted like a few days ago, but I couldn't think of how to end it yet. So yeah, here ya guys go. It's much quicker than my previous one-shots since I didn't know where to go after that awkward day of work between Terisha and Jaiden.

Jordan and Jaiden belong to @feng-shui71

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this is so fucked up i ended up sketching two compositions that turned out nice but now i cant choose which one i like more

working on making this dtiys rn and this shit is pissing me off so bad i had to restart the sketch like 3 different times kill me

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working on making this dtiys rn and this shit is pissing me off so bad i had to restart the sketch like 3 different times kill me

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ok i’m listening to cartis new album rn and i need to get this off my chest like right now because it just reminded me 😭😭😭😭😭 jordan is named after playboi carti im so sorry

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Every time I see Jordan I feel like that "Can I rizz you up? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-" meme. I am not immune to pretty ladies... 😭

is ts u?????😭😭😭😭😭😭

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sorry if this has been asked before, but what was jordan and albert's wedding like, if they had one? i love wedding dresses and i'd love to know what jordan's looked like, if she wore one at all! 👀

Oh yeah I did! it’s pretty old I’ve been meaning to redraw it a third time but it’s here

Anyway you’d expect it to be small but no, Filipinos like to have huge gatherings, especially for stuff like weddings. Most of Jordan’s relatives and friends came and well… Wesker brought Birkin and Annette. 90% of the party was Wesker’s cheeks getting pulled and being called “pogi” or “gwapo” by Jordan’s titas😭😭😭😭

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Has Wesker ever been dragged to concert before? Was it eventful or did he just stand there the whole time being a debbie downer?

Okay under regular circumstances I think he’d absolutely hate it. It’s congested, it’s loud, it’s overstimulating and frankly, a waste of his time. If he really wanted to listen to music he’ll just use his walkman, thanks.

But since he’s with Jordan, I think he’d suck it up and actually try to enjoy it. Her happiness comes first, and besides it’s only like an hour. It’ll end soon enough. Jordan’s going to have to supply him with earplugs and other shit just so he wouldn’t get too bothered, homeboy does not have the same energy or tolerance as her. That’s if we’re thinking he’s sober here.

They 100% have went to concerts and pregamed hard before😭😭 all of which Wesker was dragged to and kinda peer pressured to take, poor guy. Anyway hot take but I think he’d relax a ton under the influence, I know a lot of people depict him as a huge stickler that hates anything remotely fun, but considering he missed literally all of that growing up I think he knows when to let loose and party. So yeah, definitely eventful, he wouldn’t ruin what’s supposed to be a fun night for Jordan, I don’t think he’d date an over the top party ABG otherwise if he couldn’t deal with it. You know damn well he threw up hard after he got home those nights and knocked out on the couch.

Anyway either way, if he’s sober or not I don’t think he’d just stand there and act all uptight if Jordan forced her to go to a concert. He’d make it enjoyable for himself one way or another. After all, he isn’t that selfish, he’s a fair man.

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AHH Your reblog had me kicking and giggling. I'm really glad you liked it, and I genuinely want you to know the way I write Wesker is in fact partially inspired by you (You, Weskie, and Nshtn are some of my biggest inspirations for his characterization lol) so it's always an honor to get your seal of approval 💖

WHATTTTTTT NO WAYYY😭😭😭😭😭😭

Yes omfg that fic was extremely good thank you !! I was expecting something small like headcanons so the fact that I was greeted with a whole fic had me giggling ohhh my goodness <3 genuinely thank you so much!

ALSO I’M ??? SO HONOURED ?? sometimes I feel as if my characterization of him is inaccurate and ooc, but this means so much to me knowing you draw inspiration from mine wushahjhhhhh especially since your Wesker is so good ??? i’m gonna cry ily oomf💕💕💕

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LMFAOOO???

I decided to doodle some Dylan sketches, and I realized I wanted to play around with stupid fun scenes involving a teenage Dylan. That then led to sketching Moira and Junior poking fun at him when he was going through his 'emo phase.'

This phase lasted for like a year. Sooo Moira was sorta right. lol Expect more emo Dylan cause I got some more ideas for later I wanted to show.

Junior belongs to @feng-shui71

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AUAUUAUUUGHHHGYUGHHAHAUGHHHHHH

@feng-shui71 does this to you

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YESSSUDHSJDHHUU YESSSSSSS

Hi oomf, just wanted to say your Wesker fics have been the highlights of my day, been having it rough in my personal life and seeing your writing after a long day makes me so happy, genuinely you and Nshtn are probably the best Wesker writers i’ve seen on here by far. ☹️💗💕

If requests are still open could we perchance see how Wesker would act with a baby? his reaction and what not, etc. I know I’ve voiced how I think he’d react on my page but I was curious to see your take ^^ no pressure obviously love you will draw an Elias as compensation I love that little crackhead

Hey oomfie! I'm sorry you've been having a rough time recently. You deserve nothing less than the best, and I genuinely hope it starts to turn around 💜

that being said, this started as headcanons and evolved into a genuine fic, so you get both. As such, I'm holding you to that Elias drawing just so ya know (No I'm not, this prompt was cute as hell and I had a lot of fun)

Wesker never really saw himself as a father. For one, who has the fucking time? For two, he had far grander aspirations than fatherhood for himself. He had plans, big plans for the world, for him, for you, and a child fit into exactly none of those plans.

But, the best laid plans of mice and men ‘oft go ary as they say, and now he’s here; standing over a crib and looking down at what might have been the smallest human he had ever seen up close, and mentally spiralling about it. He didn’t have the best reaction when you told him about the pregnancy. Granted, you were still around so he didn’t have the worst possible reaction, but it was close. A blame filled argument that led to three days worth of the silent treatment. 

If he was a more humble man, he’d admit to regretting that now. What was done was done, you were both to blame in one way or another, and he wasn’t as mad at the outcome as he thought he’d be. Luckily, he wasn’t a more humble man, so he’d never have to say any of that to your face. 

The baby stirred, and he tense a little, bracing himself for the crying he was sure was to follow. It didn’t come though. Instead they just let out a little huff, never fully waking up. Wesker let out a small sigh of relief. He eyed up the baby monitor. Ever since the baby had been born, you slept like he did- waking up at even the smallest of sounds from the child. He wanted you to get a decent night's sleep for once, and he knew if the little one started to fuss that probably wasn’t going to happen. 

He looked back down at the baby -at his baby- and reached down into the crib. He gently rested his hand on the baby, still mind boggled by the fact that his hand almost took up the entirety of the child’s body, and checked to make sure they were still breathing steady, they didn’t feel too hot or cold, and that they were - in fact- still there. It was a mildly irrational fear of his that his son would just spontaneously vanish into the night, but were late nights spent alone in your newborn's nursery for if not stewing over irrational fears?

“I thought I’d find you here.” You said through a yawn, causing Wesker to almost jump. It wasn’t comforting to him that you were able to catch him so off guard. He’d have to make sure that didn’t happen again. 

Wesker didn’t respond to you, just looked at you over his shoulder before looking back at the strange creation you’d made together. You walked over, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “So? Is he still breathing?”

“Of course he’s still breathing,” Wesker said with enough condescension for you to almost believe he wasn’t literally just checking. Almost. 

You responded with a small hum, and a nod. Wesker looked over to you. “What are you doing up so late?” He asked. 

You shrugged. “I guess I’m still not used to him sleeping through the night,” You said, “Normally he’s hungry about now.”

Wesker nodded, placing both hands on the crib as he looked back down at his son. “Well, to be fair to you he is technically advanced for his age in that aspect. Typically, infants start to sleep through the night at around three months old. He’s only two months and a half months old. So, while it’s not an incredibly notable difference, it could account for why you’re having a hard time adjusting.”

Wesker didn’t know any of this just six months ago. Just under a year ago he didn’t give a singular fuck about typical infant development, and he probably would have argued with any new parent that two weeks different was in no way substantial enough to take into account when it came to something as general as human development. He definitely argued with Birkin about it. 

Now though? Now, it was something he cared very deeply about, wanting to make sure that everything was “on tack” so to speak. He suddenly understood exactly what happened to Birkin after Sherry was born. William did, in fact, lose his entire mind. But, as it turns out, all parents were inherently a little bit out of their minds. 

Wesker included. He felt you start to rub his back, one of your hands coming to rest on his forearm. “You should come to bed. He’ll let us know when he needs us. Lord knows you’ll wake up.” You said with a soft chuckle. Wesker woke up to a fly coughing in the night, a baby crying would have him out of bed in milliseconds.

Wesker nodded, but didn’t take his eyes off the baby. “I’ll be there soon,” he said, but didn’t elaborate any further.

He felt your hand tighten ever so softly, comfortingly. “Al,” You started slowly, trying to think of how to put it. You couldn’t think of anything other than just straight forward honesty. “No one’s going to take him from us Al.” 

His grip visibly tightened on the crib, and his entire body went stiff. He wondered if anyone had told his parents that same thing when they were up worrying about him in the night. He wondered if Umbrella ever gave them the chance to worry about him in the night. He wondered a lot about them these days, actually, but without even knowing what his actual name was at birth- he’d never know. He was trying to be okay with that. 

He took a very heavy breath. “I know.” He finally said. And he did, he did know. He knew that Umbrella was gone, he knew that Project W had been deemed a failure, he knew that Spencer was dead. Logically, he knew all of this. 

Maybe it was the sleep deprivation- that’s definitely what he’d blame it on at least- but he wasn’t thinking super logically. He was thinking about all the enemies he made over the years (far too many to count.) He was thinking about how easily you had snuck up on him- when you weren’t even trying to (hard to protect your family when you’re oblivious.) He was thinking about all of the worst possible scenarios.

Gently, your hands came up to cup his face. You knew Wesker enough to be able to tell when he was quietly losing his entire mind. You gently coaxed his eyes away from the infant, and onto you. “Baby, baby look at me.” You continued once you were sure you had his attention, “We’re okay. We’re safe, you made sure of that. No one knows where we are and the house is armed to the teeth. You’ve taken care of anything that would want to hurt us, you can take a breath Love.” You tried to be reassuring. You’d never been a poet, or particularly adept at knowing what to say. But you hoped you got the point across.

Wesker sighed, his hands coming to gently rest on your wrists. “I know. I know,” Subconsciously he tilted his head in your hands, letting you cradle his face. “I know I’m being neurotic.” He struggled. Albert had always struggled to be “emotionally available, let alone vulnerable” as you had so eloquently put it in the past. And while he had no real desire to change that, becoming a parent was bringing out all kinds of vulnerable feelings he really wasn’t equipped to handle.

“I’ll be to bed soon. I promise.” He finally said, moving to kiss your wrist. You looked at him skeptically, but decided to just trust him on this one. You nodded, and left him to his own devices.

Wesker looked back down at his son, sleeping peacefully in his crib. He reached down, gently caressing the baby’s thin blonde hair. He leaned down, giving him a small kiss on the forehead. “I promise,” he said in a ghost of a whisper, “Nothings going to hurt you.”  

With that, he checked to make sure the windows to the room were still locked, and that the baby monitor was still on. Finally feeling somewhat confident that everything really was okay- he finally went to join you in bed. 

Headcanons

Ok, so I feel like Wesker and the “White Picket Fence” dream have a very complicated relationship. I think that a deep, dark, rejected part of him genuinely would love to have the family he was robbed of as a child. A spouse and kids, maybe a cat. A calm domestic life can sound nice

BUUUUUUUT that being said, He’s realistic about his life. He knows the world he’s trying to create, he knows that the white picket fence is simply out of his reach. 

Now that being said, I think that Wesker has never half assed a single thing in his entire goddamn life, parenthood included. If he has a child (that he knows about) he’s going to be involved. He takes his turn in midnight feedings, he’s changed his fair share of diapers, he has incredibly strong opinions on children's shows.

Any show with blue dogs is fine, so long as he’s not around to get the songs stuck in his head. Paw Patrol has been banned- just cause he was a cop doesn't mean he’s going to let his kid be a cop sympathizer. He’s got a few questions fo rMan and Ruby, namely where the fuck are their parents? The Backyardigans is cute enough, and he actually isn’t above watching DocMcstuffins with the kid if it keeps the peace. 

The tv is off for a week if he ever Caillou on it. That little brat has no place in the Wesker household. 

He’s not a PTA parent. He of course has met his kids' teachers, and is incredibly involved in his child's education- but the moment you ask him to help organize a bake sale he checks out. He’s here for his kid. Not the rest of them.

He’s incredibly strict. B’s are unacceptable, and curfew is at 10pm. He gives me the vibes of the type of parent who would make his kid hand write an essay as punishment, followed by them being grounded. 

That being said, I don’t think he’s unfair. He’ll hear out the kiddos side of things, and go from there

I think Wesker is in the “I don’t believe in lying to children” camp. Like, if his kid ever asks who Santa is, he’s going to say some shit like “An elaborate lie that parents tell their children to try and make them behave. They tell their kids that if they’re good Santa will bring presents, and if they’re bad he’ll bring coal. The catch is it’s all hollow threats, so the lie isn’t that effective.” He says all of this to a five year old.

I think Wesker sees his child as both a reflection and an extension of himself, so he is very appearance focused. Definitely the “And where do you think you’re going dressed like that?” Type of dad. 

He insists on extracurricular activities. Piano, karate, student council, he wants his kid involved in all of that. He’s honestly kind of a tiger mom

I forgot this was Wesker with a baby headcanons, not Wesker as a parent headcanons. My Bad!

 Going off of the previous point, Wesker refuses to dumb down his speech for the baby, and gets annoyed when others do. He’s well aware that they’re six months old, but if you speak to the child in the “I’m talking to a baby” accent he’s going to bitch you out about language development.

This is kinda random, but I think he wanted a mini fridge and bottle warmer in the nursery. Man was thinking ahead. 

I find it funny to imagine Wesker reading Camus of Kafka as a bedtime story. He’s not trying to make some super baby or anything (for now) but they’re so little, they just want to hear a parent's voice, they don’t care what the story is. So, he might as well read something he likes 

I think The Stranger by Camus is Wesker's favorite book by the way. That’s related to nothing I just wanted to throw it out there

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Idk how to word this but, do you plan to explore/explain and maybe draw/sketch what Albert and the rest of the kids went thru in the wesker project regarding your au? Sorry for asking so many questions, I just like your art style and au 😭😭😭

Maybe !! I haven’t actually thought about it but it’d be fun to explore. If you guys are interested in anything specific from that I’d be happy to draw, otherwise I don’t really know where to start haha … 😓😓

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I love the detail that Jordan is a metal head. Would she be the type to go to lots of concerts? I wonder if she still goes after the events of 5

Yes !!! tons in her youth, I’m sure she has a box filled with tickets of past concerts she went to. It isn’t exclusively metal or rock either, homegirl just loves music and getting trashed

Also no, definitely not. Those days are wayyy behind her, she stopped going around her mid 30s. Re5 fucked her up so bad that a lot of her interests and passions were swapped out with alcohol and cope after😭😭😭😭

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JAIDEN IS 59 IN RE8???? HE SHOULD BE AT BINGO 😩😩😩!!!! /joke

(too old for the club)

ikr …. old ass man you should RETIRE

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I want Jordan to receive headpats. I feel like Wesker would bestow her the finest headpats. Like he just goes up to her and she's like HUH and then, instead of anything remotely threatening, he tilts his head, puts his hands on the sides of hers and lets his hands card through her beautiful hair, almost reverent - barely restrained love, expression unreadable but actions unmistakable.

Can confirm he gives the best headpats, though they’re few and far between.