R: “ SCREECH HI OKAY can I request Locker life™ Dwight, Jake Park (if you write for him, if not, maybe Quentin?) and Michael (either headcanons or small scenarios, whichever you prefer!) with an s/o that just takes his face in their hands and just starts GUSHING about how much they love him? I didn’t want to put too many specifics on which Michael because everyone interprets him differently and I’m curious to see how you do it. ”
ok so! i have a different quentin request coming up next, so i just did dwight/jake/michael if it’s aright!
it’s when you two are alone at the campsite, for once he isn’t exploding with anxiety
how could he be, with you draped across his lap, running your hands through his hair like that
you take his face and smile softly, telling him how cute he looks when he’s relaxed for once
he’s a blushing mess but he manages to mumble about how much he loves you and how fortunate he is to have you
he’s an anxious boy but he finds comfort in your touch?
he can only focus on you in these kinds of moments
and the way your voice softens as you reassure him that you’d do anything for him??
he feels like he’s in a dream
his eyes flicker to your lips but he’s hesitant to initiate a kiss
when you kiss him his hands instinctively come to rest against your cheeks
his eyes squeeze shut and his full attention on the feeling of your lips against his
he just loves you so much?
overall he tries his best to reciprocate it but he’s not the best with expressing his feelings
absolutely eats that shit up
his immediate response, every time, is to kiss you
it’s vaguely soft, but holds more
it often happens when you two are relaxing by the campfire
you’ll be sitting between his legs, his arms wrapped around your waist, his head resting against your hair
he finds himself gazing up to the sky once in a while, trying desperately to search out the constellations he’s memorized in the past
he’s grasping for any sense of familiarity in this nightmare of a world he’s been thrown into
just when he feels he can’t find it he feels your hand against his chin, pulling him to look at you
and suddenly he forgets he’s not home
because to him, you are home, no matter where the two of you are
he’ll pull you to lay with him on the ground and help him look for the stars
he pulls you close to ensure you stay warm
“you ever just lay outside and watch the sky?”
he smirks looking over at you
(he loves your sarcasm, too)
to him, you’re everything, and any affection from you is more than enough to make him happy
(i fuckin love this gif he just. plop. henlo.)
u can literally pry my “he’s affection starved” hc from my cold, dead hands
blonde hair, tangled from years of neglect, blue eyes that get just a little brighter when you give him attention
he’s comfortable enough with you that he allows you to take his mask off
he doesn’t particularly enjoy it, but he allows it
and it makes especially good for smoochin’ him
his eyes scan your face, and soften when he notices your soft gaze
you take his face and kiss him
he sighs softly as you part
he’ll never be used to the idea of someone caring for him - or him caring for anyone
you try to pull away but as soon as you’re gone he nuzzles right back into your cheek, his breathing light and steady for once
you rest a hand on his cheek
he looks at you with a saddened look
you give a melancholic smile back
he’s satisfied with it for now, and buries his face into your neck again, pulling you down onto the rotting couch
he sleeps easier when he’s with you
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