I keep thinkin about domestic percy and annabeth who’ve been together for so long that they’re so comfortable around one another and they can read each other so well? and i’m emotional but hear me out
passing one another in the kitchen with gentle touches to the other person’s back for no other reason than they can and maybe they want to reach out and feel the warmth of skin through that thin t shirt
greeting each other with small kisses that they’ll give for their rest of their lives, hands reaching for hands and arms and squeezing as they walk off together
percy’s arm around annabeth’s shoulders and annabeth’s arm around percy’s waist as they stand together
annabeth’s hands at the base of percy’s spine as they stand facing one another, a gentle pressure, dipping underneath his shirt and the waistband of his basketball shorts
hands cupping cheeks to kiss mouths and noses and foreheads, thumbs stroking cheekbones and fingertips brushing into hairlines
percy’s hands in annabeth’s hair, gently untangling the curls as she sits on the floor with her back to the couch he’s lying on, her head bowed over a pile of blueprints
percy’s head in annabeth’s lap as they lie in the park in the sunshine, the gentle brush of her fingers at his temple as he sleeps
annabeth’s hand on the back of percy’s neck as he drives, palm cupping the base of his skull and fingers messing with the soft hair at the nape of his neck, her face tilted towards her own window as the breeze and the sunshine soaks her
annabeth sidling up to percy and him lifting his arm for her to fit under without a word; annabeth kissing his cheek before settling against his side
waking up to morning breath and her palm over his mouth as he tries to kiss her, knees between thighs and hips flushed together, laughter pressed into each other’s skin
sitting in each other’s laps and giving each other piggyback rides (especially when one of them is injured - annabeth carries percy bridal style around camp when he twists his ankle during capture the flag one time)
percy’s fingers twirling annabeth’s hair around and around as they lie in bed together, heads on one pillow, darkness and a whole city of noise outside their window, silence in their bedroom but for the quiet exchange of whispers about their future and the universe and what they’re going to name their kids
eating breakfast at the table in their pyjamas, chairs pulled together as annabeth pushes her feet into percy’s lap and he rests one hand on her shins and drinks coffee with the other, quiet content smiles exchanged over mugs and pieces of toast
hands held, simple as that, fingers crossed and palms together, wrists pressing two heartbeats close together
I learned like a year ago that fluffernutters are supposedly just a new england thing and that’s been hecking with me ever since then so pls reblog with where ur from and if u know what a fluffernutter is this is for science
The second time Ronan hugs Adam he’s not sure if it can even be considered a hug. Adam’s tired and his muscles ache. His body is sore from working all day, moving from one job to the other. He longs for sleep, a shower, Ronan’s comforting embrace. His mind takes him back to that hug Ronan gave him in the aftermath of finding Glendower. He thinks of Ronan’s strong arms holding him up when he felt like he was falling - making him feel safe and loved. He sighs deeply, his chest aching briefly, reaching for the keys in his pocket to open the door to his lonely apartment. He wishes Ronan was here. It’s been almost a month since Ronan first hugged him, and although they can barely keep their hands and mouths off each other, hugging isn’t a gesture that occurs regularly between them. Adam wishes it was. He turns the key in the lock and pushes the door open. However, he stops in the doorway, mouth parting slightly in surprise, then slowly forming into a soft smile.
Ronan Lynch - in nothing but a pair of soft grey sweatpants - lies spread eagle on Adam’s mattress, threadbare blanket tossed aside, headphones over his ears, face calm and relaxed in sleep. Adam drops his bag beside the door, after closing it, and rubs his tired eyes as if to make sure he’s still awake and that Ronan Lynch is in fact inhabiting his bed. Briefly, he wonders how Ronan got in. But then he remembers the mix tape in his car and muses at Ronan’s sufficient lock picking skills.
Although Adam wants nothing more than to crawl into bed with Ronan, he’s in desperate need of a shower. He takes a last longing glance at Ronan before silently making his way across the room to his tiny bathroom. He pulls his clothes off and steps into his small shower, scrubbing furiously at the sweat and grease sticking to his tanned skin. Occasionally he splashes water over his face so as not to fall asleep standing under the spray of warm water. Soon enough, Adam leaves the shower and dresses in a pair of worn out pyjama bottoms that are considerably small on him - the hems ending above his ankles. Running a hand through his damp hair, Adam exits the bathroom eager at the thought of finally getting into bed with Ronan.
Tired and aching, the shower having offered only a small comfort to his sore muscles, Adam crawls onto his lumpy mattress settling himself over Ronan. Slotting himself into the space between Ronan’s parted legs, Adam slides his arms under Ronan’s back as if Ronan’s torso was a pillow, pressing his cheek against Ronan’s chest, hair brushing Ronan’s collar bone and throat. The feel of Ronan’s skin against his own, and his body heat, is both overwhelming to Adam’s senses and instantly comforting. Adam feels that similar ache in his chest from earlier. He has missed this desperately. Despite the hardness of his muscles Ronan makes the nicest pillow Adam has ever slept on.
Just as Adam is drifting off to sleep Ronan shifts, his arm once resting above his head moves to wrap around Adam’s waist and hug him closer. Adam - mind now losing itself to sleep, good ear pressed over Ronan’s steady beating heart - doesn’t hear the rustle of Ronan removing his headphones. But, he does register the moment Ronan’s hand softly pushes his hair back, running down the back of his neck before coming to rest on his shoulder rubbing circles into his skin with his thumb. Adam mumbles incoherently into Ronan’s skin, sinking into the feeling of Ronan’s body beneath his. Ronan’s arms holding him close, keeping him warm and safe, Adam finally surrenders himself to sleep.
Magnus and Alec were cuddling on the couch, lazily caressing each other. Alec was close to dozing off. He’s never felt more comfortable than with Magnus in his arms, just holding his perfect boyfriend. He was magical alright.
“Alec?” “Hm?” “I love you” Alec smiled gently, still vaguely sleepy. “Love you, too” It wasn’t the first time they said it. Magnus straightened up a little to be able to look Alec in the eyes. Alec gave a low whine, because he’d lost his comfy Magnus-cushion.
“You don’t understand. I have never loved anyone the way I love you. You, my dear Alexander, are making me feel so content with myself. I’ve never been happier in my life.”
Alec’s eyes widened noticeably. He looked dumbstruck. Certainly this couldn’t be true? Centuries worth of history - there was bound to have been someone better than him. Someone less awkward, more romantic, less ordinary. He said as much, albeit stammering and blushing while doing so.
And Magnus just looked at him, adoration shining in his eyes: “No, Alexander, there really wasn’t” Alec smiled at Magnus, raking his hands through the warlock’s soft hair. “I love you too. More than anything”
Gentle thought: when Eleven can’t sleep, she usually finds Hopper sitting at the kitchen table nursing a cup of coffee, unable to sleep himself. This nightly routine becomes a tradition of theirs. He pours her a cup of black coffee and toasts some Eggos. Sometimes he dusts off a few books from the bookshelf in his room and she practices reading. Sometimes he tells her the wild stories of things he’s seen over the years as police chief. Sometimes he teaches her card games or she shows him how to draw. When sleepiness finally washes over El as they settle on the couch to watch midnight cartoons, Hopper places a blanket over her and lets her take the couch for the night. Some mornings they watch the sun rise over the woods and the mountains, the soft glow of sunlight emerging over the darkness. El knows this is what home is
Hands are over her eyes and Kara could see through them. A squint, simple, quick, and she’d be able to know everything that’s going on.
“Don’t you dare,” whispers over the shell of her ear, lips just brushing over sensitive skin, and even as she shivers, Kara’s lips purse in a pressed down smile.
“I wasn’t going to.” And Kara’s voice is low, a husk, and she has no idea why she’s whispering, except that Lena is.
“You were thinking about it.”
Now she’s smiling, nothing pushed down about it. “Was not.”
Kara just shivers again. Warm air brushes over her arms. She’s only in an over-sized shirt and underwear, pulled on when Lena woke her up with damp kisses to her neck and gently fingers against her collarbones. Tugged from sleep, then tugged out of bed.
“I’ve got something to show you,” was all Lena said.
And now Kara is stumbling up steps and Lena refuses to remove her hand.
This is kinda random but this idea has been stuck in my head: what if mc just liked to go out and sit on the roof at night to look at the stars and one night their s/o catches them (I'd imagine Jumin would flip his Shit tbh)
need some cute ass fluff in my life so im doing this sorry
when he first finds MC, he doesnt say anything
he just stares at them, smiling
god, i am so lucky
how can just the mere sight of someone make me so, so happy?
i swear to god, i’ll never get tired of this view…
“hey there, cutie. you looked cold”
Yoosung sits down beside MC, wrapping his arms around them along with a blanket
they’re both inside the blanket together, snuggling on the roof while MC stares up at the stars and Yoosung looks mostly at them
he rests his head on MC’s shoulders and closes his eyes, soaking up the moment with them
“Yoosung? you’re not gonna fall asleep, are you?”
as Yoosung answers he wraps both arms around MC, smiling and breathing in the night air deeply
“so what if i do? even sleeping on the roof is warm with you~”
MC giggles a little and pulls the blanket over him more, resting their head on his
he sees MC and instantly has to join them
“hey baby, whatchya doin?”
he would catch them by surprise and talk in a cute voice
“oh, Zen! i was just looking up at the stars…”
“do you care if i join you?”
MC scoots over and pats the space next to them
“of course not!”
so Zen climbs out to the roof and sits next to MC, putting an arm around them and rubbing their arm in an attempt to warm em up
him and MC look up at the sky together in silence for some time before Zen decides to turn his attention to MC
after a few seconds of staring, they turn to look at Zen, too
“what is it?”
Zen looks into their eyes for a second of two, smiling, and leans forward to kiss them
MC can feel the smile in his kiss, and shudders a little when his hand touches their face
“nothing, i just wanted to do that” Zen says almost mater-of-factly through his smile, then turns back to the night sky
MC gets all flustered even though kissing Zen is something they do all the time, and he pulls them closer, running his fingers through their hair
as soon as she sees MC, she runs into her room to grab a jacket
“MC, what are you doing on the roof? do you need a jacket?”
Jaehee awkwardly climbs on the roof and drapes the jacket over their shoulders
“i was just looking at the stars, Jaehee! sorry if i worried you…”
“im just worried about you getting sick”
“i know, i know…”
they sit in silence for a few moments before Jaehee speaks up again
“you know, they way you look at the night sky is quite endearing”
MC feels warm suddenly
Jaehee scoots closer to MC, wrapping an arm around them
she quickly pecks their cheek before looking up at the stars again
oh my god, what is MC doing out there?!
they’re going to catch a cold like that!
“darling? why are you on the roof at this time of night? and in your pajamas?”
when MC turns their face is red, and they nervously pushing some loose hairs behind their ear
“oh, J-Jumin! i was just looking up at the starts…they’re so pretty tonight”
Jumin’s heart softens with MC’s words, and his concerned look instantly melts into a smile
“well if they’re as pretty as you say, i’d like to see them myself”
this is where Jumin Han, still wearing his suit, awkwardly climbs onto the roof through the window
MC giggles as they watch him
“okay, im here”
Jumin tries to fix his hair, smirking at MC in response to their joke
he takes off his suit jacket and drapes it over MC’s shoulders
he sits next to MC, hugging his knees as they stare up at the night sky
as much as he wants to join them, he just cant take his eyes off of MC for even a second
“Jumin! you arent even looking up!”
he hadnt even realized he was staring
he reaches out, pulling MC close to him and wrapping an arm around their shoulder
“i guess i just love the way the stars look reflected in your eyes”
as Jumin pulls MC in, he places a soft, warm kiss on their cheek, then nestles his head into their neck
the sensation tickles MC a bit, but they just kiss his head and continue to look up at the stars
“come here often?”
when MC turns toward the window they see Seven leaning out of it, his arm resting on the window sill
“only when there arent any clouds”
Seven climbs onto the roof as if he’s done it a million times
“i like to come out here too, but mostly just to get away from you”
MC smiles and playfully pushes on Seven’s arm
Seven responds by wrapping both arms around MC and pulling them in between his legs
he unzippes his jacket, then zips it back up around the both of them, hugging MC from behind inside the big hoodie
“what the heck are you doing?”
“you looked cold! what else was i supposed to do?”
Seven rests his chin on MC’s shoulder, looking up with them
he points out stars, planets, and constellations
he even has this cute trick where he knows where all the letters of the alphabet are in the sky, so he can spell MC’s name in the stars
after taking about stars and space and aliens for awhile, Seven decides to end the conversation by littering MC’s cheek, neck, and shoulder with little kisses
“love you so, so much. you know that, right?”
MC awkwardly cranes their neck so they can look at Seven
“i love you too, more than anything”
Seven places a small, uncomfortable kiss on MC’s lips before they turn around again, and he wraps his arms around them even tighter and pulls then closer as he returns to resting his chin on their shoulder
can u tell how much a crave physical affection? lol