Multifandom One-shots

134. The Big Impact of Small Actions - Neil x male reader (Dead Poets Society)

The small dorm room was suffused with an oppressive quiet, the only sound being Neil's muffled sighs as he lay on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. The relentless pressure from his father and the weight of his studies had left him drained, his usual spark dimmed to a flicker.

Y/N paced outside Neil's door, his heart racing with a mix of concern and resolve. He knew Neil had been struggling lately—he was his secret source of joy, and seeing him so down was unbearable. With a deep breath, Y/N knocked briskly on the door before pushing it open, his eyes scanning the room for the source of Neil's distress.

"Neil, come on," Y/N said firmly, stepping into the room.

Neil looked up, confused and exhausted. "Y/N? What are you—"

Without waiting for a response, Y/N walked over to Neil's small closet and began rifling through it. Y/N's hands moved deftly through the hangers, searching for something soft and comforting. The room, filled with the muted light of late afternoon, seemed to soften around them as Y/N pulled out a pair of comfortable sweatpants and a loose shirt. His presence brought a hint of warmth to the otherwise somber room.

Y/N's eyes softened as he approached Neil, the warm smile never leaving his face. He held out the clothes with a reassuring look at his boyfriend. "C'mon, Neil," Y/N said, his voice gentle but firm. "Time to change."

Neil blinked, still trying to shake off his confusion. The weight of the day had clearly left him feeling exhausted, but the sight of Y/N's persistent care was a welcome distraction. Slowly, he sat up and nodded.

Y/N's hand lingered gently on Neil's for a moment before he pulled it back, his eyes filled with a deep, caring warmth. With a soft, reassuring smile, he met Neil's gaze, silently asking for permission to help in a way that went beyond mere words.

"Let me take care of you for a moment," Y/N whispered, his voice a soothing caress in the quiet room. Slowly, he reached out to lift Neil's top off, his touch as delicate as a feather brushing against skin. Each movement was filled with tender intention, his fingertips grazing Neil's skin with a reverence that spoke volumes more than words ever could.

Neil's breath caught for a second, the unexpected intimacy of Y/N's gesture sending a comforting shiver down his spine. As the top was gently removed, Y/N's touch seemed to dissolve the day's burdens, leaving Neil feeling lighter, almost as if Y/N were taking some of his worries away with every delicate motion.

With the top folded neatly and set aside, Y/N's gaze remained soft and affectionate. He reached out to smooth a stray lock of hair from Neil's forehead, his touch tender and loving. "Now, all you have to do is put on these sweatpants!"

Y/N's gentle touch as he helped Neil into the sweatpants was both soothing and intimate. The soft fabric brushed against Neil's skin, offering a welcome contrast to the roughness of his day. Y/N's hands moved with practiced ease, making sure Neil was comfortable as he guided him through the change.

Neil couldn't help but feel a wave of relief wash over him. The tension in his shoulders eased as he felt Y/N's warmth envelop him. The weight of the day seemed to lift with every soothing motion, replaced by a growing sense of comfort and connection.

"Let's get you out of here," Y/N said, offering a supportive smile. He led him out of the room, his hand lightly resting on Neil's back for support.

The hallway was quiet, a soothing change from the previous tension. And as they walked through the quiet hallway, Y/N kept his hand gently resting on Neil's back, providing a steady source of comfort and support. The soft, rhythmic sound of their footsteps was the only noise that accompanied them, a contrast to the earlier silence that had weighed heavily on Neil's shoulders.