the lurkerrr

⤷ “hey sweetheart, did you need som–”

⤷ “shush, i’m concentrating”

⤷ if he had a rough day teaching (or a bad interaction back when he was still in the scientific community), he immediately seeks out your comforting embrace once he gets home

⤷ one day while you were kissing his face, he reached up to remove his glasses so they weren’t in your way

⤷ when you realized what he was doing, you interlocked your fingers with his to stop him, and continued about your business

- Colt Seavers -

⤷ he’s down bad for you, so anything you want, it’s yours

⤷ cuddles? hand holding? kisses? your wish is his command

⤷ please be careful while snuggling with him though, this poor boy has at least ten bruises on him at all times from getting thrown around for his job

⤷ you both like laying on top of the other when relaxing, and Colt falls asleep every time

⤷ if you’re draped over him, he’ll have his arms wrapped around you and knock out in minutes– he claims you’re like a cozy weighted blanket

⤷ on the flip side, if he’s laying on top of you, he’ll bury his face in your neck and drift off while your hands comb through his hair

⤷ whenever he’s sitting in a chair, you like standing in front of him to hold his face and press gentle kisses into his skin

⤷ Colt just sits there and soaks it up, completely drunk on your love

- Holland March -

⤷ oh you’re touchy? don’t need to tell him twice— he’s allll over you

⤷ especially when he’s drunk, Holland’s hands are physically unable to stop roaming your body

⤷ one time, when you were guiding him to his car after a night out (he was DRUNK drunk), he was shocked to find a pretty girl on his arm and couldn’t stop spewing out cringey pick up lines

⤷ you just buckled him up, kissed him on the cheek, and got in the driver’s seat

⤷ he normally blacks out after drinking too much, but his resolve to stare at the pretty lady driving him home won out

⤷ after a particularly long day of detective work with Healy, he’ll collapse into your arms without hesitation

⤷ likes to bury his face in the crook of your neck or lay on your stomach if you guys are lounging

⤷ you idly scratch his head or play with his hair in these positions, and he absolutely melts

⤷ when he’s smoking, you’ll kiss him around his neck and face… sometimes the cigarette gets forgotten as a result

- Court Gentry -

⤷ BIG MUSCLESS… who said that

⤷ anyways you’re one of his “safehouses”

⤷ every time he shows up at your doorstep all battered and bloodied, he berates himself for always endangering you even though he’s double and triple checked that he wasn’t followed

⤷ before the regret can fully sink in, you never fail to dissipate it when you embrace him and usher him inside

⤷ to Court, your house is cozy and warm, but your arms are warmer

⤷ when he gets in his head about how dangerous his job is and how he’s risking your life, you shut him up with a kiss and firmly restate that you’d rather take the risk of being with him than choose to be with anyone else

⤷ if it was an especially rough mission, you force him straight to the bathroom where you turn on a hot shower and prep first aid materials

⤷ you take your time to wash him, and Court finally lets himself relax while you lather him up and massage his tense muscles, careful to avoid his injuries

⤷ in bed, you love to delicately trace his scars, fingers just barely ghosting his skin

⤷ you also make a habit of reaching under his shirt, running your hands along his abs

⤷ when he inevitably has to leave, the two of you stand in front of the door for a while, with you slowly kissing his face and refusing to let go

⤷ “darling, I really need to leave now”

⤷ “one more minute, please”

⤷ when you whisper into his ear like that with that pleading tone, he can’t refuse

- Jacob Palmer -

⤷ as much as you love touching him, he’s equally all over you

⤷ he’s used to girls getting with him to ogle at his body, so when you simply caress his face and hold his hand, he falls hard

⤷ the two of you spend a lot of time in bed, morning and night, just talking about life while being a mess of tangled limbs

⤷ he never realized it before you, but he loves being held– with previous girls, he was always the one to take the lead and initiate touch, but now that he has you, he’s able to let loose and be the one receiving all the affection

⤷ spooning is the go to sleeping pose, and you guys definitely switch between being the big/little spoon

- Lars Lindstrom -

⤷ back when he was still hesitant to touch you, he would often give you his special blue blanket to snuggle with 

⤷ whether you guys are at church, on a walk, or resting at home, holding pinkies is a must

⤷ one morning, he was putting on one of his many sweaters, and you took a special liking to it

⤷ “that’s a nice sweater”

⤷ his head whipped up to look at you, and after a moment of processing, he couldn’t repress the genuine smile spreading on his face

⤷ you held the sleeve of his sweater for the rest of the day, and you couldn’t help but notice that he wore it a little more often ever since

⤷ at night, he’s grown accustomed to falling asleep with his hand intertwined with yours

⤷ you’ll work up to cuddling/spooning, and you reassure him there’s no rush

⤷ Lars was pleasantly surprised to find that your touch doesn’t burn as much as others

- Officer K -

⤷ for the longest time he only had Joi, so this boy is touch starved like crazyy

⤷ he loves coming home to you and he deeply treasures the fact that he has someone tangible to hold and be held by after a long day

⤷ you’ve formed this nightly ritual of him coming home and collapsing into your arms– you like to lay there as he tells you about his day while you rub soothing circles into his back

⤷ if his hunting job was particularly brutal or bloody, you gently peel off his clothes, draw a bath for him, and help him clean up

⤷ his favorite part is when you wash his hair– the way your fingers scratch his head just right and how they trail down his shoulders to gently squeeze his arms really gets him

⤷ one rainy night, he led you out to the rooftop, hands intertwined as you let the rain hit your skin and drench your hair

⤷ he reached out to tuck your soaked hair behind your ear, and when he let his hand hover beside your head, you guided it to rest on your cheek, nuzzling into it

⤷ K doesn’t smile often, but in that moment, he couldn’t help it because of how real everything felt to him

- Sebastian Wilder -

⤷ one of your favorite pastimes is to curl up with him at night and listen to his grand plans for his club, all while absentmindedly tracing shapes on the palm of his hand

⤷ after his performances, you love pulling him in by his tie for a kiss (and he’s so into it)

⤷ when you’re done with him, his tie is loose and his hair is all messed up, but he’s got this drunk smile plastered on his face

⤷ you guys go out to jazz clubs at least once a week, and without fail you’re holding his hand under the table

⤷ he’s a traditionalist, so he loves offering his arm to you whenever you guys are walking together, which you gladly take

⤷ your shared bed is small, but it doesn’t even matter because of how thoroughly entangled you guys are while sleeping

- Ken!! -

⤷ after a long, laborious day of beach, he’ll happily prance into your open arms (beach is not an easy job!!)

⤷ if you’re holding on to his arm, he’ll puff out his chest a little and deliberately walk past the other Kens to make them jealous

⤷ you love running your hands down his abs or feeling up his biceps and this man absolutely soaks it up

⤷ he lovesss when you make him feel macho

⤷ but in the privacy of your dreamhouse, Ken will cling to you like a koala

⤷ bonus: one day, you asked him to stay the night to cuddle, and let’s just say his reaction was NOT as subtle as he thought it was

⤷ he had to excuse himself (which meant walking a few feet away, still directly in your line of sight) to triumphantly pump his arms and yell “SUBLIME!!”

⤷ he comes back all nonchalant, so you just scoff with a smile and drag him inside your dreamhouse by the hand

Holland eventually meanders your way, sunburnt and sweating. He collapses beside you beneath the shade of a parasol; you lift your brows in question. 

“Working hard or hardly working?” You ask dryly, bumping shoulders with him. 

Holland glances up at you, a grin stretching across his mustachioed face. “Working hard, of course.” The detective shrugs, watching as his daughter splashes through the water. Holly eventually notices you and her dad; she waves you both over, and Holland’s smile brightens enough to rival the sun. He stands whilst you refuse to budge, shaking your head. Holly tries again to wave you over, but you bristle, bringing your knees up to your chest and mouthing a firm No. You watch as Holly deflates, going back to kicking around in the water all by her lonesome. 

Squinting, Holland turns his gaze to you. “What’s wrong? Let’s join her,” he insists.

The thought of hopping into the water makes you nauseous. You chuckle awkwardly. “Uh, no. She’s alright without me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Holland snorts, kneeling beside you. “She obviously wants you to hang out with her. How often does that happen with a teenager?”

While it’s true that you’ve grown fond of Holly, and she of you, it doesn’t make the overwhelming feeling of dread disappear from behind your ribcage. You poke Holland in the chest, and he winces when you touch a particularly sensitive, sunburned patch of skin. 

“I know, but… I’m really not feeling up to—”

Holland lifts you up before you can finish your sentence. 

You shriek the second you’re in the air, clinging to his shoulders and kicking your legs. “Wait, wait! Holland! Hold on—!”

“Come on, have a little fun!” He cheers, swinging you around in his arms. You yelp when he tosses you up a bit, adjusting his grip on you. As he approaches the water, you claw at his shoulders much like a cat to a tub of water. Your breathing picks up and you hide your face against his neck, frantically shaking your head. 

“No no no! This isn’t fun! Put me down!”

The genuine terror in your voice gives Holland pause. He furrows his brows, standing at the very edge of the water. “...Are you afraid of water?” He asks slowly. 

Your cheeks burn with embarrassment. An aggrieved sigh puffs out of you. “Yes. Don’t say it like that.”

A slow, fond smile stretches across Holland’s face, carrying his mustache with it. “Oh, sweetheart. You should have told me.”

You keep your face tucked into his neck, refusing to open your eyes. “...So you’ll put me down?”

Holland laughs in your ear, brushing a kiss against your temple. “Right now? No. You’ll get all wet.”

With a start, you whip your head back only to discover that Holland already walked into the ocean. He’s holding you steady, making sure that you’re just above water whilst the water laps at his shins. Your eyes go wide as saucers, and your nails damn near break skin from how tight you cling to him.

“Holland. I swear, if you drop me, I’ll—”

“I won’t,” he assures you. His grin is playful, but the sincerity in his tone stops you from spiraling further. He starts to lower himself down, and you whack the back of his shoulder. He yelps, but continues anyway. “Easy. I’ll keep you right here in the shallows. We can go deeper whenever you’re ready.”

Your mouth twists into a pout, but you nod, reassured. At least Holland’s lap is a comfortable place to sit; only your feet and your thighs touch the water. Ahead of you, Holly splashes around making her own fun without you or her father. 

Minutes later, Jackson finishes his work, it seems, because he strolls up to the pair of you in the water. He glances at you and Holland, sitting in the wet sand. 

“Not a big swimmer, huh?” The slight glare on your face makes Jack back off. He puts his hands up, moving on. “Alright. I’ll be with the kid.”

Jackson heads off to keep Holly occupied, and Holland leans his head against yours to watch the sunset. He’ll wait as long as you need to, even if you never dare to step into the water without his arms around you.

fancy some more?

> YES. > NO.