boyfriend!rire headcanons!!!!
- He is a MAJORLY touchy-feely type of guy. Hugs you when he comes home from whatever demonic shit he’s done throughout the day, kisses you to wake you up in the morning, cuddles you as soon as you hop in bed, practically lays across you while the two of you catch up on your favorite show…. If it was possible to keep you wrapped in his tentacles at all times, he would never let you go.
- He loves asking you about your daily issues and emotional worries, but God forbid if you ask him about anything personal. He immediately freezes up. What a shy, detached guy. He’ll tell you…. Eventually. But it’ll take at least four years for him to tell you his previous name, his worst nightmare, his past life. At least you know his favorite color. Was it red or blue?
- For whatever reason, he’s a pretentious bastard on the subject of music. He likes jazz and other instrumentals, and considers all music with lyrics to be trash. It doesn’t matter how beautiful the words are, or the meaning behind the song. All-American classic “Stairway to Heaven”? As far as he’s concerned, Led Zeppelin can burn in hell. You still play your music as loud as you want, despite his complaints, because what he doesn’t know is that you’ve caught him singing “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” in the shower on multiple occasions.
- He gets frustrated so. Damn. Easily. Little things like closing the cabinet door that always slides back open just slightly or trying to untie a double-knot drive him into a blind rage. It’s funny as fuck. One minute, he’s mumbling to himself irritably, and the next, he’s screaming at his entrapped foot, cursing the fact that he’s thousands of years and still can’t untie his laces for shit. It’s only when he breaks out the scissors that you intervene.
- What a blanket-hogging son of a bitch. It’s probably because he’s naturally ice-cold all the time, being a demon and all, but that’s no excuse when it’s four in the morning and you wake up with frostbite because the infamous Blanket Whore decided to construct himself a nest of selfish warmth, abandoning you to the tundra.
(Source: totallycheesey)