Headcanon Sirius’ hair was a huge part of his self esteem, and he grew it out in silent rebellion of his parents’ wishes for him. Every time he went home from Hogwarts, he would hear ‘why don’t you cut off that mop?’ or ‘you would look so much nicer if your hair was like Regulus’.’ He would put a charm on it to prevent it from being cut by his parents without his will.
Once in sixth year, just as tensions were at their highest with his parents, the Marauders pulled a prank on him that resulted in Sirius’ hair being chopped short. Short enough to look exactly like Regulus. He locked himself in the dormitory bathroom, much to the amusement of James and Peter, who laughed at him for being ‘such a girl, Padfoot, it’s just hair.’ Only Remus with his werewolf hearing could pick up the soft sobbing from beyond the door.
Warnings: None!! This is a continuation of another short piece of writing that you can find here
Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker
Genre: Angst but also finally some fluff
Word Count: 1.6k
A/N: HOLY CRAP GUYS!! I’m so blown away by your reactions to the first part, it’s absolutely nuts. Your kind words and feedback are appreciated, I hope this lives up to your expectations 💕
It had been two days since your fight with Peter and you were still really messed up about it. It was a Sunday afternoon and you had refused to get out of your bed since you had gotten in it over 48 hours ago. You had no motivation to do anything, only getting up to use the bathroom when you really needed to or to stock up on snacks. You slept a lot, trying to avoid the feeling of guilt that rotted away in the bottom of your stomach. Your only other super close friend Michelle was blowing up your phone with texts even though you really weren’t in the mood. You told her so, and she decided that she needed to come over (against your wishes).
“This is the most pathetic thing I’ve seen in my whole life.” Michelle’s voice woke you up from yet another nap, and you opened your eyes to find her standing over you.
“Yeah, this is the most pathetic I’ve felt in my whole life so I guess it’s fitting,” you mumbled.
“Seriously, are you this bummed out about a tiny fight with Peter?” she asked. “What did you even argue about anyway?” You groaned at the memories replaying in your head.
“I don’t even know what really happened,” you said, running your hands through your hair. “I was just so mad and I took it all out on him. Not only that, I also got super jealous.” Michelle listened to your words carefully and you could see the gears turning in her mind.
“Who is it that you were jealous of?” she questioned.
“Oh god, this is so embarrassing,” you complained. “It was Liz Allan, the senior. Peter’s been hanging out with her a lot lately and he ditched me to go to her stupid party. Man, what does he see in her anyway? Other than the fact that she’s pretty, smart, and just about everything I’m not… Not that it matters, I just miss him since he’s, you know, a busy guy.” The two of you were silent for a moment. You hadn’t really meant to say all of that, but Michelle had a way of getting you to open up to her. She stared at you for a long time and you raised your eyebrows at her, puzzled by her strange look.
“Y/N, you totally love Peter,” she declared. You started to argue, but she cut you off. “You like him so much and you’re jealous of Liz because you think he likes her! This isn’t because you were mad, this is because you won’t admit you have feelings for him! I called it!"
"MJ, that’s crazy…” you said. “He’s just a friend."
"A friend that you love,” she corrected. You rolled your eyes but didn’t say anything. She was right. Of course she was right, she always was. Thinking about Peter with Liz made you feel like a wave had washed over you, suffocating you in a mix of insufferable envy and sadness. Every time he said her name your stomach dropped, similar to how it did during roller coaster rides or when you drove over big hills. You knew you needed to fix things with him, he was way too important to you and you couldn’t let things stay the way they were. Michelle left, spewing out kind words of support and advice as she went. You finally stood up, ready to face your problems.
Tracking Peter down was hard. You didn’t want to text him because you weren’t sure he was going to answer. Even if he did, would he really want to see you? You tried his apartment but his aunt was the only one home. May usually loved seeing you, but today she seemed a little off. You didn’t blame her, Peter probably had told her what happened and her opinion of you must have changed. You decided to try one other place, the spot where you and Peter had spent most of your time together.
The rooftop was a little chilly and your ears stung a bit in the wind, but you barely noticed since you were so preoccupied with finding Peter. Sure enough, there he was, sitting with his legs dangling off the ledge. He was in the Spider-Man suit but the mask was off, discarded behind him on the cement. You took a deep breath and approached him quietly. He must have heard you, probably from his super senses, because he turned his head to face you. He looked just as awful as you did, if not worse. His hair was a mess and he had deep purple circles beneath his eyes. His skin was blotchy and it seemed as if he had cried recently.
“Hi,” you said, willing your voice not to crack. You fidgeted with your hands, unsure of how to begin.
“Hi,” Peter echoed, his tone lacking all of its usual enthusiasm. He swung his legs back over the ledge and stood up.
“I… I wanted to tell you that I’m sorry,” you started. “I was totally out of line, I should never have said any of those things to you-"
"Yeah, no kidding,” Peter said. He furrowed his brows, looking at the ground. “Look, I want to accept your apology and for everything to be cool…"
"Great!” you said, relieved. It felt as if a boulder had been lifted off of your shoulders that you didn’t realize you had been carrying.
“I want to,” he continued as if you hadn’t spoken. “But I don’t know if I can. It’s just… Well, it’s complicated.”
“So tell me how I can fix it,” you begged. If you had any tears left you would have been crying, but you had already shed them all. You were completely empty and the only thing you could do was stand there like a statue.
“Y/N, you said some pretty bad things,” Peter reminded you. As if you had forgotten. “Honestly, it was bad enough for you to take swings at me, but Liz? What did she ever do to you? I just don’t get it.” And so it began. You couldn’t stop yourself, the words started tumbling out of your mouth before you could contain them.
“I don’t like her,” you blurted, your hands falling to your sides. “I don’t like you hanging out with her, I don’t like you talking about her, and I really don’t like you choosing her over me. It makes me feel like garbage. All you do is pine over her and the worst part is that you don’t even realize that it upsets me!” Peter’s mouth was a thin line, his eyes darkening. You felt a surge of dread flow through you. Not again, this wasn’t supposed to happen again.
“Has it occurred to you that I can have other friends?” he asked loudly, his voice making your legs shake from under you. Panic seized you, the terrifying thought of having a repeat of what had already happened filling your brain.
“That’s the problem!” you croaked, your voice betraying you. “She’s not just a friend! You were willing to beat me up over her. Peter, you pinned me against a wall! It’s not like you were taking down a criminal, you were arguing with me. Do you have any idea how scared I was?”
“I didn’t mean to,” he said quietly after a moment. “You know that. I’m not used to being so mad at someone I’m close to. I forgot what was happening for a minute, I forgot it was a different fight…” He looked away, sniffing as he tried to hide his face. You got a short glimpse of it and it was enough to know that he was crying. Abandoning all of your lingering anger, you walked over to pick up the mask he had left behind. You held it in your fingers, moving your thumb over the soft fabric absentmindedly.
“Peter,” you said suddenly. “I’m not mad about Liz. I wasn’t mad to begin with. You were right, I’m jealous of her. I’m so insanely jealous and it made me say such horrible things to you. I’m so sorry, I know that doesn’t change what happened…” Peter rubbed his eyes, finally meeting you gaze.
“But why would you be jealous of her?” he asked. You took a deep breath and took a cautious step forward.
“I like you,” you finally admitted. “Actually, I more than like you. The way you feel about her, that’s how I feel about you. It’s awful, really. Everything you do makes my heart soar and it’s so hard because I can’t do anything about it!” He opened his mouth to say something, but you shook your head. You just wanted to get this off your chest before you chickened out.
“The truth is, I love you Peter. I always have and I always will. You can date Liz, I don’t care. Just… Just please don’t hate me anymore. I can’t live with it.” Peter stared at you for a moment, his mouth open and his eyes wide.
“I-I never hated you,” he said finally. “And I don’t want to date Liz. You’re 0 for 2, want to keep trying?” You were caught totally off guard, especially by how light and joking his tone and gotten once again.
“But I thought-” you started but stopped as he held out his hand for you to hold. You hesitantly reached out to him and he gripped it gently, lacing his fingers between yours.
“You’re ridiculous, crazy, and have no clue how to deal with your temper,” he said with a small smile. “Why would I ever want to date anyone other than you?”
Prompt: can you do one where the reader is Tony’s daughter but he doesn’t know the reader and peter are together and he tries to set he reader up with a close friend or whatever and Peter gets jealous ??
You wake up with your neck aching and your hand resting on something soft and warm. As your eyes slowly open and register your surroundings, you find yourself looking at the piles of books that you and Peter had abandoned during the night. Speaking of Peter, you were half tucked into his side, his slow breathing dusting the side of your neck.
You smiled softly, sitting up to move the books off of your bed and snuggle deeper into Peter, wrapping your arms around him and surrounding yourself with his warm scent.
The alarm comes on what feels like seconds later, jolting the two of you awake. Peter groans, rubbing his eyes. You’re already sitting up again, slamming your hand on the alarm to stop the obnoxious beeping as your heart rate begins to return to normal.
“What time is it?” He moaned, halfway through a yawn.
“Um,” you checked the clock. “6:30. You better get out of here before my dad gets up.”
Peter curses, beginning to gather his books from the floor and running a hand through his sleep-mussed hair. You took a moment to appreciate him; the rising sun through the window painted him multiple shades of gold and his messy hair waved over his forehead. His voice was low with sleep, and you couldn’t help but smile at the way he looked at you.
“I really didn’t mean to crash here last night, sorry Y/N.” You were already rolling his comments off.
“Oh, please, you know I never mind.” You grinned at him, leaning forward and kissing him on the cheek.
Your smile was reciprocated on his face. “What time did we even fall asleep last night?”
You began tying your hair up, thinking back to the previous night. The last thing you remembered was leaning against the palm of your hand as your eyes began to shut with exhaustion, Peter’s fingers absentmindedly twisting a strand of your hair, listening to the gentle sound of his voice as he talked you through the equation again. “I have no idea.”
The sound of a door shutting heightened awareness in both of you as you exchanged wide-eyed looks. “I really gotta get out of here.” Peter finished cramming the last of his things into his backpack, pressing a kiss to your forehead before turning to leave. You grabbed his wrist before he could leave, pulling him in for a sweet kiss before pressing your forehead to his.
“I had a nice time last night, Parker.”
“I’ll see you at school, Y/N. But now I really have to go, you know I don’t want to but if Tony Stark catches me in his daughter’s bedroom this early in the morning, we’ll have some problems.”
You laughed, pushing his chest away. “I’ll see you later, Spiderman.”
The last thing you saw before Peter’s head disappeared behind your door was his blinding smile, dimples and all, before he was gone.
By the time you came into the kitchen, coffee was already waiting for you on the counter. Your father was seated, scrolling through the news on his tablet. “Late morning, Y/N?” He didn’t even have to look up.
You grimaced. “Yeah, big science test today. I stayed up to study.” You sipped your coffee, reaching to grab cereal from the cabinet.
“You didn’t forget about tonight, did you?” You freeze, looking questioningly at him.
“The Thompson’s are coming over tonight, we have to talk business but they have a son for you to entertain.”
You made a face. “Entertain?”
Your father shrugged at you, his familiar boyish smile tugging at his lips. “One way or another, he needs to be distracted. I’ve heard he grew into quite a handsome young man, who knows what could happen?”
“Dad…” You groan, nudging his shoulder with yours. Ever since you had asked him to not be opposed to the idea of you dating, he had done a complete 180 and insisted on “looking out” for you everywhere he could, doing everything short of designing your dating profile.
If only he knew that you were dating possibly the only boy that he wouldn’t want you to date.
The dinner was going fine, if not achingly slowly. Harry, the son that was supposedly your age, turned out to be a year older. He was actually quite good-looking, with strong features, and might even have been your type if he hadn’t had all the personality of wet cardboard. He didn’t seem to really want to discuss anything with you other than his mission trip to Haiti and his future in his father’s business, but he smiled along nicely enough to hear your own ideas on what you wanted to do after school.
After dinner, Tony took Harry’s parents into his study for “adult mumbo jumbo”, as he so fondly referred to it, leaving you and Harry in the living room alone. You wanted desperately to take off the unfortunate heels you had chosen for the occasion, but Harry’s stiff gaze didn’t quite make you feel comfortable enough to do so.
“Do you want to watch a movie?” You suggested, your cheeks almost hurting from the smile you had glossed over it. You were desperate to avoid struggling through more discussion.
“Yes, I would love that. Do you have any documentaries you would like to watch?”
You half thought he was joking, but his choice of a political documentary about George W. Bush’s presidency proved you wrong. You weren’t sure if it was your late night with Peter catching up to you, or just the nature of your ever-so-boring company, but you felt yourself becoming more and more exhausted.
When the doorbell rang, you were more than excited to answer. “I’ll get it!” You announced, although Harry hardly glanced at you and you weren’t entirely sure who else would answer it. You checked the monitor on your way to the door and were surprised to find your boyfriend on the screen.
You swung the door open excitedly, already feeling your mood brighten at the thought of even a few minutes in Peter’s company.
“Hey! What are you doing here?” You felt frenzied, almost too excited to have an excuse to leave Harry.
“Oh, uh, I was just testing these for your dad and he said I could drop them off today, I just got off work.” Peter held up a bag, presumably of new tech for his suit. “What’s the occasion?” His eyes roamed over your makeup, stronger than it had been at school, and the dress and heels you were wearing.
“Are those my gifts I hear?” Your dad’s voice rang from behind you. “Ah, yes, Mr. Parker, I believe you have something that belongs to me.”
You stepped aside so Peter could come in, finding yourself facing the Thompsons and Harry as well. Peter set the bag down, surveying the scene before him.
“Right! How rude of me. Angela, Brian, this is Peter Parker, one of my scientists in training.” Tony addressed Harry’s parents, although you’d never heard him introduce Peter like that. “Peter, this is the Thompson family.”
Harry stepped forward, his posture admirably straight. “I’m Harry Thompson, please to meet you.” His hand gripped Peter’s so intensely that you cringed from your position. “I take it you and Y/N are friends as well.”
Everyone’s eyes went to you, and you felt an involuntary blush warming your cheeks.
“Yes, Y/N and Peter are good friends from school.” Tony’s smile brightened just a bit. “You know, Harry, I’m sure Y/N wouldn’t mind making other close friends, if you’re interested.”
Harry nodded. “Noted, sir.” You made immediate eye contact with Peter, trying your best to express how little you wanted Harry to be your “friend”. He was chewing the inside of his cheek, staring at the ground like he was trying not to draw attention to the sting of being called just your friend. You felt it too.
It didn’t take long for your father to use his social prowess to escort the entire group out at the night drew to a close. By the time the door shut, his entire face shifted.
“Dear lord, could those people be any drier?”
Had he made that comment any earlier in the evening, you would’ve laughed in relief and agreed heartily, but all you could think of was getting to Peter and explaining.
“Yeah, although I just remembered that a friend borrowed my notes and I really need them back before tomorrow, I’m just going to go grab them okay? Thanks, Dad.” You spoke so quickly that you weren’t even sure he knew what you said, but he waved you off.
“Oh, and Y/N?” You stopped just short of the door, turning to face him. “I’m one of the world’s most famous geniuses. Give me a little credit with the excuses, okay? Just don’t come back really late from wherever you’re actually going.”
You smiled at him. “I won’t.”
The drive to Peter’s seemed to be much faster than you remembered, but soon enough you found yourself standing on his stoop, your knuckles rapping on the door. He answered in his pajamas, clearly confused to find you there.
“Y/N? What are you doing here?”
“Peter, let me explain, I-”
“Oh yes, please do explain to me how I seemed to have interrupted quite the little date between you and some other guy tonight. I’d love to hear it.” You winced at the hurt in his voice. “Look, Y/N, what’s th-”
You couldn’t take it anymore. You surged forward, your hands seizing around his shoulders and pulling him in for a strong kiss. His hands tightened on your waist, and you almost began to lose yourself before reminding yourself what you had to say.
You broke it off, looking straight into Peter’s eyes. “Tonight was one of the most boring nights of my entire life, Peter. I was thinking about you the whole night, I couldn’t wait until Harry left so I could text you literal direct quotes of all the terribly boring things he said to me.” Your hand found his and you intertwined your fingers with his, bringing them to your lips. “Peter, I-”
He kissed you before you could say anything else, his hands buried in your hair. You eagerly retaliated, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck. He ended the kiss, grinning ear to ear.
“I want to tell your dad about us.”
You laughed, pulling him closer. “Well, if you would let me finish, I was just getting there, Parker. I want to tell him too. He loves you and I can’t imagine why he would turn this down.”
You almost didn’t get to finish your sentence before he was kissing you again.
If you're doing requests how about paladins whose s/o isn;t a paladin so they are basically the one for odd jobs around the castle and usually Coran's assistant and one day Coran was experimenting and it accidentally get's on s/o's hair causing it to grow and grow and GROW. Like, Rapunzel style
Omg, yes! I love scientific mishaps! This is kinda long bc I don’t know how to chill so it’s all under the cut!
prompt: “Could I request an A.Ham x reader where they have a flirtationship and the hamilsquad teases them for it so they kiss to prove a point (but realize they really do love each other) and you can take it from there BUT LOTS OF FLUFF PLEASE”
You knocked on the door to the boys’ loft, smiling widely as you heard the locks click and eventually, the door swung open.
“Mon petit lion, your girlfriend is here.” Laf teased, pulling you into a hug when you walked in. You rolled your eyes, but hugged him back nonetheless, happy to see the Frenchman. “Be on your best behavior, now.”
“Which one?” Alex called back smugly as Laf closed the door behind you. You shot Alex a glare, crossing your arms and eyeing him from where you stood. He looked up from his laptop to see you still glaring at him.
Really? Your expression so clearly said. He had to hold back a laugh.
He playfully gasped and smiled when he realized you weren’t budging and could actually be very pissed off. “My favorite one is here.“ He teased, saving his work and walking toward you.
Your glare only intensified. Laf snickered as he looked between you two.
“I’m only kidding, sweetheart. You’re my only one.“
“That’s better.” You grinned, pulling him into a hug and smiling when he kissed your cheek, humming obnoxiously loud as he did so. "Okay, quick question. Why does it look like a bomb went off in here?“ You looked around their place, laughing a little.
“It was done this way to accurately represent my life.” Herc mumbled, making you laugh.
“Or because I’m the only one who bothers to clean around here,” Laf mumbled.
“Not true!” John said in defense, looking up from his little notebook. His eyes were sparkling as he laughed a little, grinning at Laf who ruffled his curly hair.
“Did you still want to go out?“ Alex asked, wrapping an arm around your waist nonchalantly. Everyone didn’t understand how you two would so easily hold hands, cuddle, and lean on one another, yet claimed you never had feelings for one another.
Which was true to an extent. You had told everyone that you were in fact not dating, but you and Alex knew the truth. You both had little crushes on one another. You’d both confessed to one another and were excited to see how this would play out. It was just amusing right now to act like a couple without that label.
“Might as well take me out, Hamilton.” You sighed with a playful smile. “I came all the way over here.” You challenged, leaning into him.
“Mm.” He grinned. “You just can’t seem to stay away, can you?”
“Guess you’ve got me.” You shrugged, feeling your cheeks redden slightly. If his smile could grow any bigger, it would have.
You were just so cute. Your banter was always something he looked forward to. To see you walk through that door made him so happy. He really did love you.
Alex let go of you for a moment to fix his hair, taking the long tresses out of his ponytail. He ran a hand through his hair and shook it out a little. He caught you staring and gave you a smile. “Like what you see?“
"Why is your hair even prettier than me?” You pouted a little.
“Nothing could be prettier than you, darling."
Lafayette snorted. Hercules let out a boo. John said “3 out of 10,” making you laugh a little.
“Cheeeeeesy, Alex.” He chuckled. “You really fall for this kind of stuff, (Y/N)?”
You stuck your tongue out at him and he gave you a wink.
You looked back at Alex, who for the time being let his hair down. He had his hands in his pockets and shifted his weight from his toes to his heels, rocking back and forth, almost amused with what he had done to you. You didn’t bother trying to hide your blush. You thought he was the handsomest man you knew. You liked his hair down better.
"No work today?” You said quickly, eyebrows raised a little.
“Didn’t say that, but I just might be able to squeeze you in.” He said, looking down at you.
"Wow, Alex, you really know how to make a girl feel special."
"Not to mention you’re a piece of work."
"Well, I’m a luxury few can afford, Alexander."
He chuckled, twinkle in his eye. "I know a good thing when I see one."
"Why aren’t you two dating?” John said, exasperated. “Kiss. Date. Fall in love. Get married. Have cute kids. Come on already.”
“Oui. What is stopping you two?” Laf asked from the kitchen, looking for something to eat.
“She’s just so perfect. I dunno.” Alex shrugged, but the little smile was still there on his lips. He was looking into your eyes, making your cheeks warm up even more. You found the courage to look back at Alex, and smiled. You found yourself getting lost in his own pretty set of eyes.
“I’m just a l-little intimidated, I guess.” He stuttered, biting his lip slightly.
You laughed a little nervously, shaking your head and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m trash. Shut up.”
“Then I guess I can pick you up and take you out, right?” He raised his eyebrows a little, a grin on his face as your expression changed before his eyes. “Eh? Eh? C’mon? That was pretty good.”
You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest as he leaned in, clearly proud of his clever pick up line.
“John, gimme a score.”
“Eh, 7.5.” Laurens said, and you felt yourself finally break as you laughed a little more. Alex huffed, but said he would take it. It was better than a previous 3 after all.
“I’ll see if I can fit you into my schedule.” You hummed. “See this, this really cute guy just asked me out,” You went on, grinning. “Used a cute clever pick up line and I’m really thinking about going.”
“Oh yeah?” Alex raised his eyebrows, leaning in a little closer. He crossed his arms over his chest, mimicking you.
“Yeah!” You exaggerated, smiling wider.
“Well, what’s he like?”
“He’s incredibly smart. Witty. Funny. Great writer. Loves to argue with people.”
“He sounds like a great guy. Sure he’s real cute too, huh?”
“Yeah! How’d you know?”
“I probably know a guy as amazing as him.”
“Of course you know Jefferson! He’s so great.” You exaggerated. “We have a couple classes together! Do you think I should go out with him, Herc?” You looked to the other boys for help, teasing Alex further as they encouraged you to go out with him.
“Oh, you’re evil.” Alex chuckled, and ran a hand through his hair. “What does he have that I don’t?”
“Weeeeellll, he’s about a head taller,” You smirked, getting closer to Alex and looking him right in the eye. Then, you leaned in, standing on your tiptoes slightly to whisper in his ear. “And he’s a great kisser.”
Alex smirked, clenching his jaw slightly as you pulled away nonchalantly. “Is that so? Who are you comparing him too?”
“He’s in a league of his own.” You hummed, hands innocently behind your back. You knew Alex was getting annoyed at this point. You could see the fire in his eye.
“I beg to differ.” Alex said confidently. He had to be better at Jefferson in everything.
“What are you going to do?” You challenged. “How will you prove it? Are you gonna … Kiss me? I dare you.” You smirked, pretty lips curving into the slyest of smiles.
You could see in his eyes how badly he wanted to. You wouldn’t dare stop him if he did.
“You mean, y’all haven’t kissed already?” Herc scoffed from the couch. “I’m surprised at your self control."
"Just do it already.” Laf mumbled, almost bored as he leaned against the counter, chin resting in his hand. “You’re practically a couple.”
“Yep.” John piped up. “All true statements.”
“It seeems we have an audience.” You looked back up at him, shrugging nonchalantly. “So what are you gonna do, Hamilton? Hm?”
You were looking at each other, smiling so wide with flushed cheeks. The ball was in his court. If he didn’t make a move, you’d make one later. Thank goodness he did though. It wasn’t long before you felt Alex lean down and kiss you, holding you tightly by your waist and holding you close. You smiled against his lips, running your hands through his hair gently.
The other guys didn’t expect you to do it. Especially so easily.
Hercules’ eyes were huge when he looked back. Laf almost dropped the bowl of cereal in his hand. John looked right up from his notebook when he realized it was too quiet in the room. He felt his jaw drop at the sight.
Alex’s lips melted against yours, fitting perfectly. You both slowly pulled away, almost hesitant to end the sweet kiss. When you pulled back, your cheeks were red and Alex’s eyes were sparkling.
“Who’s Jefferson?” You breathed out, and Alex laughed a little as you bit your lip a little. “I’m yours.“ You smirked. Dang, he was a good kisser.
"I like the sound of that.” Alex leaned in a little closer, kissing your cheek repeatedly, making you laugh as he put his hands around your waist so you couldn’t escape. “What? What’s wrong?” He continued to kiss you, going down towards your neck as you giggled and tried to shove him off.
“A-Alex!” You managed to squirm out of his grasp, laughing a little more and straightening yourself out. You smoothed out your clothes and fixed your hair. Alex’s eyes on you didn’t help at all.
“I was, um, not expecting that.” John said, chuckling a little as he looked between the two of you.
“Me either.“ Alex said, with a little laugh, but there was no trace of regret in his voice. You joined in, laughing a little too. "Say that again, will you?"
"Say what?” You raised an eyebrow slightly.
“Oh,” You smiled, taking his hand confidently. "I’m yours."
He kissed your cheek, bringing you back into his side, making you laugh. "I could get used to this.”
“Well, I’m not going anywhere.”
“Good. Because I want to do this again.”
He leaned in, giving you another kiss that pleasantly surprised you. You didn’t fight it, letting yourself sink into his embrace and pulling him closer. He dipped you slightly, hands on your waist to steady you as the boys howled around you.
“John, give me a score!” Was the first thing Alex said when you both pulled away happily.
“I think (Y/N) and I can agree that was a ten.” John smiled at you, once you had broken off the kiss from Alex. You nodded sheepishly, covering your face to hide your blush as the other guys cooed.
You gently tiptoed to kiss Alex’s cheek, and smiled in turn when his cheeks reddened slightly.
Minseok has a lot of ways of showing affection, but his favorite is holding your hand. It might be a simple and innocent gesture, but to Minseok, it is his favorite way of silently telling you he loves you and that he will never let go of your hand. He’ll make sure to hold your hand until the day that the two of you are walking down the aisle with wedding rings wrapped around your fingers.
—Kissing your cheeks.
If you count the times your boyfriend have kissed your cheek in a day, you would need about 10 more hands. Junmyeon loves kissing your cheeks so much that even if that’s the only thing he’ll do the whole day, he’ll never get tired. Of course, he loves your lips just as much as your cheeks. But he explained kissing your cheeks was the purest affection he knows.
—Hugging you from behind.
Yixing always shows his deepest affection the least you know it. You would be fixing your hair or make-up in the mirror, and you’d suddenly feel arms wrapping around your shoulders or waist. You’d see Yixing’s reflection on the mirror, his bright smile on his lips. He’d compliment you and tell you that the most beautiful girl in the world is wrapped around in his embrace.
—Never ending compliments.
Baekhyun is so good with words that he uses it to warm your heart. He’d give you random compliments about the things you do or the things around you. He’ll tell you your beauty was like a blooming flower in the summer. Your laugh was the sound of the most perfect harmonies. Your eyes were the stars on a night sky. Of course, his compliments weren’t just to warm your heart, because he knows all of these are true.
—Singing for you.
Jongdae couldn’t think of anything sweeter than singing for you. He sings for you when you’re sad, tired, sleepy, or practically anything. He loves comforting you through soft songs that he knows will sooth you. However, Jongdae doesn’t always sing soft songs, sometimes he’ll sing children songs or anything funny just to make you laugh because all he wants is for you to show your prettiest smile.
—Playing with your hair.
Chanyeol never cared about the way you style your hair. Even if you ask him for any suggestions on what hairstyle you should get next, he’ll only shrug and tell you as long as it’s what you want then he’ll be happy as well. Even if your hair is short, long, curly, or straight, he’ll still play with it. He loves running his long fingers in your hair, sometimes massaging your head in the process because he knows it makes you all soft and relaxed in his touch.
—”Have you eaten yet?“
It would be a daily routine for Kyungsoo to ask if you have eaten already. When he visits your house, he’ll kiss you first then ask you if you’ve already eaten. It suddenly turned into the way he greets you. When he’s away for work, he’ll call or text you a short message asking you. His concern is so adorable that it’s the most unique affection you have ever received.
—Buying you handcrafted gifts.
The first time your boyfriend bought you a gift, it was so expensive that you were too embarrassed to accept it. This dawned to Jongin that he’ll now buy you less expensive yet beautiful gifts, and that’s when he caught the handcrafts idea. He’ll buy you different handmade bracelets or key chains from different countries. He’ll explain it’s the small things that are priceless.
—Tracing your skin with his fingertips.
Sehun loves your skin so much. It could be any color, and it would still make his heart flutter. In the morning, when he’s the first one to wake up, he’ll look at you and admire your beautiful sleeping state. He’d start tracing your skin, drawing comforting shapes, and writing “I love you” over and over again.
Our Hero of Forearms plays a junior doctor with a secret and a conscience. This episode incorporates a vast majority of SRS FACE, with a little bit of Angsty Looming and Confrontational Defensiveness for variation. In scrubs, with what I am reliably informed is his own watch. Face Tininess Gauge: 2007. Hairfluff level: v. fluffy.