GARRETT GRAHAM : 

“You think you're close enough?” Garrett teased you once you settled comfortably in his side, your body pressed flush against him. Your boyfriend wasn't surprised by your sudden touchiness; he knew you all too well and could tell by the look you had in your eyes for the past ten minutes that you wanted more than just watching a movie. He continued to look for a movie for the two of you to watch, smiling as he felt your nose rub against his neck as you nodded. 

You hummed, sending chills down his neck. “Mhm, you smell nice.” 

“Thanks, I used your body wash.” As soon as those words left Garrett’s lips, you were quick to remove your face from his neck and sit up on your elbow, looking at him with an incredulous look. He looked away from the screen when he felt you move away, giving you an innocent smile once he noticed the look on your face, finding your dramatics cute. 

“What? You should be honored that I want to smell like you.” Garrett still had that faux innocent smile on his lips as he spoke sweetly. He gently pulled you back against him, this time you lay on your stomach with your feet in the air, his hand slipping under your shirt and resting on your back, callused fingers softly caressing your skin. 

“Stop trying to sweet-talk your way out of this graham” You narrowed your eyes at him as you poked his chest with an accusatory tone. A cute noise that he would never admit was him, left his lips at the feeling. He quickly dropped the remote and took your hand in his before you could poke him again. 

He caressed your hand with his fingers as he gave you a flirty smirk, his tone dropping to a seductive whisper that usually had you melting, “We both know you love it when I sweet-talk you.” 

You rolled your eyes playfully and let out a faux dramatic groan of disgust at your boyfriend's poor excuse at flirting. You rested your head down against his chest, hiding your smile from. Garrett laughed and held you closer, an identical smile gracing his lips. A louder laugh left his lips and filled his room at the feeling of you biting him, clearly flustered. 

JOHN LOGAN : 

“You okay, baby?” Logan’s voice was soft as it broke the silence of his room, as you hugged him from behind, smushing your face into his warm neck. He paused on retaping his hockey stick to relax back against your chest, the tension in his body after a long, shitty day disappeared. 

You took a deep breath against his neck, his cologne filling your nose, before you answered quietly with a small pout, “Yeah, just wanted to be close to you.” 

You were lying under Logan’s thick blankets in his bed, watching his back muscles and side profile as he sat on the edge of the bed. He was meticulously taping his stick. He was only an arm’s length away from you, but that was too far in your eyes; you missed the feeling of his body against yours. 

Logan internally awed at your words and your cute, sleepy tone. He always wanted to be close to you. He couldn’t remember the moment he realized he was wrapped around your finger. The boys liked to tease him that he was whipped the moment you introduced yourself to him. He knew it was true. The moment he saw your sweet smile, he was gone. 

Logan pulled away from your touch, making the corners of your lips curl into a sad pout as you sat back on your knees, watching as he got up from his bed. His sweatpants hung low on his hips as he walked over to his desk, setting down the tape and stick. But your pout quickly changed into a smile, a giggle escaping your lips when your boyfriend wasted no time to playfully tackle you back against his bed. 

Your head falls back on the soft pillows while Logan takes his favorite spot between your legs. This time, he was the one lowering his head, stuffing his face in your neck, and breathing in your familiar calming scent. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders to pull him closer if that was even possible, scrunching your nose cutely at the ticklish feeling of his scruff against your neck. 

One of your hands moved across his shoulder blade and to his nape and up, softly playing with his soft strands of hair. Logan hummed happily at the feeling before whispering against your pulse point—the feeling of his warm breath sending chills down your spine as you fluttered your eyes closed, “My precious girl.” 

DEAN DI LAURENTIS :

”What are you doing, you little minx?—hmm” Dean hummed with that cocky teasing smirk that everyone folded at, when he felt your sudden touch, how you pressed against him. Did you want more already? He dropped his phone on the bed; it was long forgotten as soon as he felt your touch. 

He had been scrolling mindlessly on his phone for the past 20 minutes while you lay there still at his side, the hot shower you shared not too long ago had you completely relaxed and ready for bed. You were ready for bed, your body begged you to fall asleep after the countless orgasms Dean had given you. 

But neither of you could fall asleep, you because you wanted Dean’s full attention, and Dean because he cared about you so much that he was still nervous about sleeping next to you. This wasn't a hookup; he wasn't used to this, but God did he want to be. 

You rolled your eyes at the ‘pet name’ your boyfriend loved to tease you with, and nuzzled your face against his warm neck; a few strands of his blonde hair tickled your nose. You rest your hand on his bare chest, moving it down to his abs as you sassily answer, “Is it a crime to wanna be close to my boyfriend?” 

Dean’s eyes softened at your words, and his smirk was quickly replaced with a smile, a smile you were finding yourself falling in love with. He still wasn't used to it, hearing you call him your boyfriend; he hoped he never got used to the strange fluttering in his stomach when you did. 

He brought his hand up to softly caress your cheek and jaw with the tips of his fingers as he whispered uncharacteristically soft, “No, I suppose it’s not.”  

You smiled sleepily at his soft touch, your legs tangling together under the soft sheets, while he slipped his hand under his shirt that you were wearing and held your waist, pulling you flush against him. You placed a feather-light kiss on his neck before you mumbled tiredly, “Dream of me, okay?” 

A big dimpled grin spreads across his face, biting his bottom lip to stop himself from chuckling, not wanting to disrupt you from falling asleep anymore. You always kept him on his toes, never knowing what to expect from you. Yeah, he was head over heels in love with you. 

He moved his hand from your waist to softly pat your head affectionately before he started to play with your hair, kissing the top of your head and whispering—his big smile evident in his tone “trust me, I will” 

JOHN TUCKER : 

“Oh—uh, are you okay?” Tucker shyly stammered, an unexpected and awkward chuckle as he felt his face and neck go hot at your unexpected touch. His fingers paused on switching to the next page of his book, a recipe book from his mom, he wanted to make your favorite for dinner tomorrow. But that was the last thing on his mind now. 

You mistook his shyness and surprise as him being uncomfortable,  which was so far from the truth—he wasn't used to you initiating the physical contact, it was always him—only when you gave him that soft look of permission. He didn't know the full story, just what you told him. You called it the cliff notes—you weren’t ready to talk about it, and that’s okay. He would happily wait until you were. 

You trusted him enough with the Cliff Notes, and that was everything to him. You were everything….

You quickly let go of his arm that you were holding and retracted your face from his neck, feeling embarrassed, you mumbled, “Sorry, I just wanted to be close to you.” 

He internally cursed himself out for sounding so awkward, he immediately found himself missing your touch and the warmth that always came with it. 

“Wait, no, come here,” Tucker rushed out, his voice soft and gentle as he carefully set the book on his bedside table before looking back at you. His touch was gentle, like always, as he pulled you back into his arms. He shifted to lie on his side as he held you flush against his chest. 

The movement was sudden, and if it were anyone else, you would have pushed them away, but you found yourself just as quickly relaxing in his arms. The arms you have grown to feel safe in, to admire, to grip onto when things get too much. 

He tangled his legs with yours, both of you over the blankets on his bed. His eyes were soft as he looked into yours, hoping that you couldn’t tell how fast his heartbeat was going from having you so close. He softly caressed your arm as he muttered deeply, “And please don't ever apologize for that.”

“I—I like when you touch me, like a lot,” he trailed off into a more confident tone as he softly bumped his nose against yours. He couldn't help but smile at the cute nose crunch you did at the feeling, or how your eyes softened as his words really sank in. 

“Okay,” you whispered with a small smile after a few moments of silence. You fluttered your eyes closed as you snuggled your face into his clavicle, his scent calming you even more. You didn't hesitate this time, slipping your hand under his shirt and softly scratching at his back, just like how he did to you when you’d get overwhelmed. 

“I guess I could get used to this,” he let out a pleased hum at the soothing feeling, his own eyes closing. You missed the teasing, lovesick smile on his lips, and pulled away to look at him with a raised eyebrow and a playful pout, repeating his words slowly, “You guess?”

Tucker laughed and leaned down to place a lingering soft kiss on your forehead. “Oh, definitely, I’m sure of it.” 

BEAU MAXWELL : 

“Oh, now you miss me?” Beau didn't flinch even though he was surprised at the feeling of you suddenly pressing your body against his side. He was so into the show playing on your dorm tv to notice you were moving closer to him. 

You had spent the last two hours trying to ignore your needy boyfriend as you finished up your assignments, and now that you were done, all he wanted to do was finish up the show. He was teasing you, testing you, and you knew it. You scoffed dramatically and poked his side with a roll of your eyes. You muttered in that bratty tone that he loved, “shut up.” 

Beau grinned as he felt you melt into him. He slipped his arm around your waist to pull you flush against him, your own arm draping across his chest to softly hold his nape, fingers threaded into his curls while your leg draped over his midsection. 

You tried to keep your hands to yourself as the two of you tried to watch the show, well, Beau was watching, and you were watching him. The longer you watched him, the harder it got for you to hold back. He looked so good, his arm behind his head—biceps flexed, freckles decorating the slope of his nose so prettily, his lips you wanted to taste were formed into a concentrated pout as he tried to keep up with the show. 

“Beau baby, please,” you finally cracked as you nuzzled your face into his neck, rubbing your nose against his warm skin, your soft lips brushing against his skin.  He tried not to crack himself, but he was putty in your hands the moment you teasingly nipped at his earlobe. 

Beau moves his hand from under his head and swiftly pauses the show, tossing the remote somewhere on your fluffy carpet. You couldn’t help but giggle when Beau quickly turned his body towards you so could lie on you between your legs, stuffing his face in your neck. 

And in turn, you wrap your legs and arms around him to pull him closer to you if that was even possible, both of you hum happily at the change of position, and both tired of the stubborn and teasing act the two of you had been going on for the past couple of hours. A pleased sigh leaves your lips at the feeling of his lips on you. 

Beau stopped placing soft kisses along your neck, chuckling as he mused teasingly in your ear, tone more flirty than anything, “My needy girl.” 

ALLIE HAYES : 

“Ahh, what are yo—“ Allie cut herself off as she broke out into a fit of her sweet giggles—that immediately brought a smile to your lips—when she felt the ticklish feeling of your soft breaths against her neck. Her brown strands of hair cover your face. 

“Stop moving,” you whined playfully as you held back your own laughter, moving closer to your girlfriend who was moving away from her touch, the blanket draped over the two of you shifting with her. The two of you were lying comfortably in her bed, the romcom was long forgotten. 

“I can’t help it, it tickles.” Allie laughs, giving you a big triumphant grin as she finally detangled herself from your hold, laughing as you dramatically flopped your arms back on the bed. Allie wanted to kiss that cute, dramatic pout off your lips. God, you were so cute. 

“Just say you don't want to cuddle me,” you huffed dramatically as you moved to lie on your back, looking up at Allie, who was now sitting up on her elbow, watching you so fondly. Your hair was sprawled across her pillow, you smelled like her body wash and shampoo, wearing her clothes. 

You were perfect. 

“Wow, and people say I’m dramatic,” Allie teased you with a shake of her head as she adjusted her position so she could lie back on her side facing you. She watched as your eyes dropped to her chest, biting your bottom lip as you shamelessly admired how good she looked in her cami.  

She pushed her hair out of her face before patting her chest with a flirty smile, batting her eyelashes as she cooed, “Come here then, cuddle bug.”

She tilted her head back as she laughed, finding it cute how fast you were to cuddle back into her side. You hummed happily as you placed soft kisses along her neck, your hand moving to her hip and slipping under her cami to touch her warm skin. 

She placed a soft kiss on the top of your head as your legs tangled together, smiling softly, and as she felt you yawn against her neck skin. You placed another soft kiss on her neck. Allie felt herself go warm at the soft, sleepy words you whispered in her ear, “Love you.” 

HANNAH WELLS : 

“Tired, baby?” Hannah hummed quietly as she felt you nuzzle your nose against her neck, your body pressed against her side. She stopped typing on her laptop as she rested her head against yours, a big grin on her face at your touchiness. 

The two of you were sitting cozy on the couch, Allie was out for the night, leaving the two of you with some much-needed alone time. Hannah promised that she was all yours as soon as she finished up some assignments, so you focused on the trashy reality TV show that was on TV. But the longer you sat there next to her, admiring her side profile and how cute she was when she focused, the harder it got to keep your hands to yourself. 

You shook your head no, placing a featherlight kiss on a freckle on her neck that always made her breath hitch. Your words came out muffled against her neck as you answered her, “uh-uh, just missed you.” 

Hannah blushed and lifted her head, placing a soft kiss on your head, breathing in the scent of your shampoo. She wanted nothing more than to shower you in her attention and vice versa, but both of you understood that this was important, especially with her busy schedule. She looked back at her laptop, her voice soft as she promised, “After this page, I’m all yours.” 

You were more than willing to wait for her. You draped your arm across her stomach, your fingers dipping under her shirt to caress her skin with your fingertips. You fluttered your eyes closed, melting against her side as you listened to the satisfying sound of her typing. You whispered sweetly, “Mmkay, I’m just gonna stay here.” 

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kara hated arguing with you.

it wasn’t even a serious argument.

nobody yelled. nobody stormed out.

it had started over something stupid this morning when she’d forgotten a date you’d been planning for weeks because a mission came up. logically, you understood. she was supergirl. people needed saving.

emotionally?

you’d still been disappointed.

and kara, unfortunately, was the kind of person who carried guilt around like it was her second job.

so after a day of awkward texts and forced smiles, she’d left for patrol with the world’s biggest pit in her stomach.

you’d stayed home.

she’d gone flying.

and somewhere around three hours later, kara found herself hovering above national city at sunset, wondering how she could make things right.

that’s when she heard barking.

kara immediately looked down.

a tiny golden-colored dog was standing beside an alley dumpster.

alone. wet.

and barking at absolutely nothing.

“hey, buddy.” the puppy barked louder.

kara landed.

the dog immediately ran toward her.

she crouched.

“well, aren’t you adorable?”

the puppy jumped directly into her lap.

kara stared.

the puppy stared back.

“…okay.”

another bark.

“you know, this isn’t helping.”

the puppy licked her nose.

kara sighed dramatically.

“fine. maybe you’re helping a little.”

she checked around the area.

no owner. no collar. no nothing.

after asking around and making a few calls, it became pretty obvious nobody knew where the puppy had come from.

and somehow, against all logic—

kara ended up carrying him through patrol.

for two hours.

because every time she tried setting him down, he followed her.

and every time she flew away, he’d cry.

which felt illegal.

by the time she finished for the night, she had already named him three different things and was actively considering keeping him.

then she remembered you.

and suddenly she had an idea.

a terrible. wonderful. possibly irresponsible idea.

—

you were curled up on the couch when the apartment door opened.

you looked up.

kara stepped inside.

her cape was slightly crooked.

her hair was messy.

and she was holding something underneath her jacket.

you narrowed your eyes.

“what did you do?”

“nothing.”

“kara.”

“nothing bad.”

“kara.”

she smiled nervously.

which was never a good sign.

“before you get mad—”

“that’s an awful start.”

“just hear me out.”

you sat up. kara carefully approached the couch.

“i know we had that argument earlier.”

“kara—”

“and i know i messed up.”

your expression softened.

you hadn’t even really been angry anymore. just a little sad.

kara looked down at the bundle in her arms. then back at you. then down again.

“so i may have brought something home.”

you blinked. “something?”

“yes.”

“kara.”

“technically someone.”

“kara.”

slowly, she opened her jacket.

and a tiny golden puppy popped his head out.

you froze. completely froze.

the puppy’s tail started wagging.

your jaw dropped.

“kara.”

“surprise?”

“kara.”

“good surprise?”

the puppy barked.

you stared.

then stared some more.

then looked at kara.

then back at the dog.

then at kara again.

“you brought home a puppy?”

“i found him.”

“you found him?”

“yes.”

“and your solution was to bring him here?”

“yes.”

the puppy sneezed.

you immediately melted.

which kara noticed instantly.

“see?” she said, almost smugly.

“don’t ‘see’ me.”

“you’re smiling.” “i am not.” “you absolutely are.”

you looked down.

the puppy had somehow climbed halfway out of kara’s arms and was reaching for you.

tiny paws. big eyes. waggling tail.

you were doomed.

“oh no.”

kara grinned.

“what?”

“he’s cute.”

“i know.”

“kara.”

“i know.”

the puppy finally reached you.

you scooped him up automatically.

his entire body fit against your chest.

he immediately licked your chin.

you laughed.

actually laughed.

and kara felt her heart unclench for the first time all day.

there it was.

your smile.

her favorite thing in the universe.

you looked over at her.

“you found him during patrol?”

kara nodded.

“he followed me.”

“followed supergirl.”

“apparently.”

“that’s ridiculous.”

“that’s what i said.”

the puppy barked.

“he disagrees.”

you giggled.

kara smiled.

god.

she loved that sound.

you spent another minute petting the dog before looking up.

“you know we can’t just keep every animal you rescue.”

kara looked horrified.

“what do you mean every animal?”

“kara.”

“it was one cat.”

“three cats.”

“they were very persuasive.”

you laughed again.

the puppy rolled onto his back dramatically.

kara pointed.

“look at him.”

“don’t.”

“look.”

“kara.”

“look.”

you looked.

the puppy was asleep.

literally asleep.

already.

in your lap.

you groaned.

“we’re keeping him, aren’t we?”

“probably.”

“kara.”

“definitely.”

you shook your head.

“you are impossible.”

“but you love me.”

you tried not to smile.

failed.

“unfortunately.”

kara moved closer on the couch.

“for the record, i’m sorry.”

your eyes met hers.

the joking faded.

just a little.

“i know.”

“i never wanted to hurt your feelings.”

“i know.”

“you matter more than any date.”

“kara—”

“and i’m gonna make it up to you.”

your expression softened.

“you already brought home a dog.”

“okay, fair.”

you leaned over.

kissed her cheek.

kara immediately looked delighted.

like she’d just won the lottery.

which honestly wasn’t far from the truth.

because she had you.

and apparently now a puppy.

the puppy snored.

both of you looked down.

then burst out laughing.

and somehow, by the end of the night, the argument had become nothing more than a distant memory.

replaced by takeout food.

kara’s arm around your shoulders.