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- This man would worship the ground you walked on, literally.
- To him, you are his whole world, and if he lost you he would lose a part of himself.
- Not only did you stick around with him but you would have to constantly deal with his mood swings, trauma, not to mention the whole Miranda and ‘Family’ situation. He thinks very highly of you for being able to put up with so much while still making time to love him.
- He pampers you to no end. Anything you want or need, it’s there as soon as you utter the words. He’ll still be more bashful about giving you gifts though– simply leaving them where you will find them and never mentioning them.
- If you do bring the gifts up he’ll simply brush it off shooting a “What ‘bout it?” your way before dropping it.
- If he’s made you something though, he will present it to you asking for your input and opinion on the small metal animal (You can not convince me Heisenberg doesn’t make little figurines in his spare time and draws) in as little as a month you’ll have a whole shelf full of the small nick-knacks he’s gifted you.
- Good lord– if you start gifting him things back he will be over the moon. It doesn’t matter what it is this man is putting it somewhere safe in your shared bedroom.
- You will find drawings of you in the most random poses hidden in his work notes and desk. Along with random doodles all throughout the workshop. It’s mainly just you doing small domestic things like chores or reading.
- Will follow you around like a lost puppy dog if he isn’t lost in his work and he’s too tired to care about being soft with you. This man is happy to watch you do anything at all.
- If you need help with anything, he will grumble a little but will be right beside you as soon as you tell him you need him.
- Loves physical touch in any form. It reassures him that you’re there and comforts him.
- He’s a very physical person who loves cuddling and just resting his head atop of yours or your shoulder. Will randomly grab your hips from behind or rest his palm against the small of your back.
- The pet names with this man will be constant. Buttercup is his personal favorite but every now and then he’ll call you sweetcheeks when he’s trying to get a rise out of you.
Heisenberg was practically purring as your fingers ran through his greyish hair. The pads of your fingers messaging his scalp. The man melted into your touch, his lips slightly parted, eyes closed. A look of pure content was written on his face– it was a nice change to the constant scowl he wore. Soft snoring filled the air after a little while longer, the gentle motions of your fingers lulling the man to sleep. You chuckled softly at the realization.
You brushed the hair from his face before leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose. “Sweet dreams,” you whispered as Heisenberg’s arms tightened around your waist, his nose nuzzling into your chest.