Zack totally teased the two of them (individually) to get together when he found out the feelings were mutual meanwhile Jason is just tired of all the gushing he gets from Kim about the yellow ranger
Jason: “Kimberly Ann Hart, I swear to god if you don’t ask her out, I’ll-”
Kimberly: “What? Ask her out yourself? She’s not into you. Not even into guys in general. What are you going to threaten me with now, Scott? And how dare you full name me.”
Trini reverted back to using earphones so they could listen to music together, but someone always moved their head too much where the other’s bud always came out so she decided to get a splitter so they could still listen together, but have their individual earphones.
Zack and Jason (reluctantly) bet on who’s going to get their ass wiped during sparring between the girls during training each day because (one of them gets a little too sidetracked)
Their study dates are 20% flashcards and 80% ”if i fail this test tomorrow, you can tell the teacher why, Tri!” “that i couldn’t keep my hands to myself after i finally found your ticklish spot which took so long to find but it was so worth it though it may have resulted in a hole in your wall because you tried blindly kicking at me?”
Trini secretly loves when Kim plays with her hair, especially when she’s had a stressful day
she’ll collapse into her lap and let her do her thing, letting her caress her hair and gently scratch at her scalp
Kim watches her girlfriend go from grumpy cat to lazy sleepy content cat (she totally awes at the accidental purr that comes out)
Kim is the only one that’s allowed to unbraid/braid Trini’s hair
Here’s Kim’s words of advice and reassuring comments to Trini introducing herself as her girlfriend for the first time “Breathe. You’re going to do fine. You’ll be great. Just think about something calming, soothing, relaxing.
“Think about me. Naked.”
Kim willing to fight anyone who insults or harms Trini in anyway and becoming furiously protective
Trini trying to bite back her words of anger and hatred when Amanda and her minions make a harsh snide comment to Kimberly knowing she won’t be able to stop any sort of aggression once it starts
Comforting each other about their
past and current home life
Instead of passing generic notes, they’re either playing tic tac toe, telling one another jokes or Kim drawing mini comics and Trini attempting to continue the story with her stick figures
Kim getting jealous when this new girl starts flirting with Trini and because this oblivious gay can’t tell the difference between a friendly compliment and I’m-trying-to-ask-you-out-on-a-date compliment, she unknowingly flirts back
Trini getting jealous when Jason asks if he can talk to Kimberly in private, when Kimberly cancels their plans because she promised to hang out with him and when Jason let’s it slip that Kim visits him in his room at night to talk about things that are troubling instead of talking to her
Kim volunteering to babysit Trini’s brothers with her
Discussing/”Making Up” stories about the Power Rangers with them
Trading embarrassing stories about Trini
Shyly but trying to act intimidating as they interrogate Kim to see if she’s good enough for their sister
Innocently asking if Kim and Trini are dating
Teasingly throwing the girlfriend word around the girls
Them and Kim getting competitive with one another during video games
Talking about their favorite superheroes as they show her their action figures
Questioning her if she believes in aliens
Kim sitting next to Trini or in front of her during Biology so they can reach under the desk and hold hands, y’know whisper in one another’s ears like losers, doodle in each other’s margin on their notebooks
Sneaking into each other’s rooms through the window
Both calming the other down after a nightmare
Kim stealing all of Trini’s flannels, jackets, hoodies. (Beanies are harder to get though she managed to steal her yellow one and replaced it before she was caught.)
Trini occasionally borrowing one of Kim’s shirts/tops
Trini staring at Kim’s lips when she talks
Kim glancing at Trini’ lips when they’re sitting or standing too close
Playfully bickering on who gets to be the big spoon always even though they switch it up all the time
Being able to keep up with each other’s snark, wit, sass, and sarcasm
Knowing smug smirks
Amused arched eyebrows
Challenging one another
Trini resting her head on Kim’s shoulder
Kim resting her head atop of Trini’s
Trying out different cafés, bakeries, patisseries, coffee shops and learning and eventually knowing each other’s orders at all of them
jokes, innuendos, pick up lines, teasing, banter
eye rolls all the time
exaggerated eyelash batting
Kim flirtatiously winking
pleading pouting lips
Fake offended gasp
hugs from behind
Kim leaning her chin on top of Trini’s head or her shoulder
both being easily whipped and persuaded/convinced by the other
whispering sweet nothings before saying something dumb and stupid and playfully insultful to get rid of the cheesy, sappy, sentiment
Trini judging Kim’s music tastes and both of them trying to find a common genre
Finding places with the best views of the town/taking each other on random adventures
Late night car rides with the windows down
They frequent the cliff edge that overlooks the lake (swimming hole?) for a good view of the lights
If Trini can convince Kim to go hike up the mountain together in the morning, they watch the sunrise, but usually they watch the sunset after school/training
Drive In Movie Theater which either results in Kim being totally invested and Trini taking a nap or having a popcorn catching contest
They always share the last donut and have a showdown on who gets the last piece
Taking selfies in those In N Out hats when they go out for burgers
Trini finds Kim singing into a hairbrush and dancing around her room one day as she blasts Top 40 Pop Songs
It takes roughly about 15 seconds to get her to begrudgingly join in
But she’s just in awe at the girl’s voice and so is Kim when Trini starts singing
They’re both panicking
Racing one another just for fun (of course where no one will see)
Behind the bleachers, rooftop, girl’s bathroom on the second floor or in a quiet vacant hidden corner in the library is where you’ll find them alone ditching class and being unusually couple-ish (The janitor’s closet was just downright disgusting and smelled of cheap chlorine bleach and sanitizer even with their superhuman powers, chemicals still had some effect on their body)
Squeezing each other’s hand for comfort or reassurance along with rubbing their thumb over one another’s knuckles
Trusting one another more than anyone
taking turns resting their head on the other’s chest
Trini resting her head in Kimberly’s lap as she’s sprawled out on the couch
Zack giving Kimberly the shovel talk and Jason giving Trini the shovel talk even though they care for both girls
It’s a ridiculously lovable somewhat annoying act
Trini calling Kim “Princess”
kissing one another’s palms and wrists
both being in utter awe that someone as amazing and beautiful wants to date them
rubbing soothing circles on one another’s hands when the other gets nervous/anxious
Kim tracing abstract patterns on Trini’s back when she’s sleeping
long walks or hiking up those mountain trails
talking to each other all night and even when one falls asleep the other doesn’t hang up the phone, lovesick idiots
When Kim asks Trini what she did to get into detention this time, if she isn’t sending a death glare towards Zack and groaning like she’s suffering through hell and back, she just gives a sheepish smile and a nonchalant shrug because she’s not going to admit that she volunteers to go to this and the teacher could care less
Kim’s mirror is covered in polaroids and Trini has a secret album
Trini finding out that Kim can do an absolutely believable flawless British accent (you figure out the details)
Kim mouthing the lines to movies and tv shows and Trini’s not even paying attention to the screen anymore like always
God forbid, they have hidden poetry/song books about one another that neither of have told them about.
Kim complimenting Trini all the time just to see her blush
The only time they will ever carry each other without being a stumbling blushing mess or arguing over the position in carrying is when one of them is injured or asleep
Star Gazing on top of Kim’s roof
They totally had the same idea of kissing in the rain even though they both know it’s a fricking cliche because a) they can’t get sick and b) they’re saps and hopeless romantics even if they won’t admit it
Having a snowman contest
Kim pushing Trini into the pool and Trini pulling her in with her
Kim booping Trini on the nose and Trini is just bewildered
They take turns bringing each other drinks and donuts for breakfast during the school week (Jason scolds them about needing to eat a healthier breakfast)
They meet up before first period then always text each other before their next classes/during passing periods/hallway traffic jam to complain or give them a heads up about things instead of walking one another to class
Stealing from another’s food during lunch
though it turns more into a game of sorts
Whoever gets out earlier from class waits by the other’s locker after school
Let’s just say the Rangers can’t get drunk so they inevitably try to drink themselves to death, but a body shot and a lap dance ensues
“Do you trust me?”
“Not with my water bottle and definitely not over a cliff.”
“If she goes, I go.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“That’s just your way of telling me, you love me. I’ve cracked that code a long time ago, Hart.”
“Will you please just shut up for a second and stop doubting yourself and listen to me! You’re beautiful.”
“Why did we agree to play Seven Minutes in Heaven?”
“Did they just tell us to go fuck in a closet?”
“The irony hasn’t escaped me.”
“I hate this town. I hate these faces. I’m just so tired of everything, except you. Never you.”
“You’re not short,you’re just tiny.”
“I don’t remember falling in love with you. I just remember you grabbing onto my hand and squeezing way too hard when we were about to be pummeled to our deaths by a train and in that terrifying second I couldn’t process anything except a single thought which was, “You’re dying just admit you’re gay and pretty girls make you weak.”
“You’ve been shutting everyone out that genuinely cares about you”
“Not everyone, not you.”
“Do you think the world could suddenly end on a night as quiet as this?”
“Let me ask you something. Do you think there’s such a thing as a perfect day?”
“A perfect day. Start to finish. When nothing terrible or sad or ordinary happens. Do you think it’s possible?”
“We spend our whole lives stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how we’ll escape one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps us going, but we’ll never do it. We just use the future to escape the present. Truth is, we’ll never actually be rid of Angel Grove, we’re still Power Rangers and just like any other superhero we’ll end up staying exactly where we are. Unfortunately our home isn’t a city.” “Well, at least it has you.”
“You were not meant to simply be pretty. You were meant to fight back, so get up and face it.”
“What’s inside is what matters. You are so much smarter than they give you credit for.”
“I am aware that I am less than some people prefer me to be, but most people are unaware that I am so much more than what they see.”
“I feel lost inside myself.”
“I’m not perfect, but I’m original.”
“Tell me every terrible thing you ever did and let me love you anyway.”
“The happiest people, don’t have the best of everything, they just make the best of everything.”
“Perhaps, I want nothing more than to fall asleep next to you.”
“My life will end someday and so will yours, hopefully we die roughly around the same age, not that I want you to die ever but I don’t want you suffering of heartbreak like some depressing Hallmark movie so just kiss me anytime.”
“Thank you, for making me feel less alone.”
“I stopped explaining myself when I realized people only understand from their level of perception.”
“You are alive. You are not a sad story.”
“I love you, but don’t know what to do.”
“You can’t love someone unless you love yourself first.” Bullshit.
I have never loved myself.
Oh god, I loved you so much I forgot what hating myself felt like.”
“Why did you do that?”
“Because I love you.”
“I would never let anybody or anything hurt you.”
“I don’t know for sure what I’m feeling. I don’t think you know exactly what you’re feeling either. This is all new or maybe we’ve felt this way for quite sometime, but refused to acknowledge them. What I do know is that, whatever mutual feelings we have for one another is not going to jeopardize our friendship.We’re not going to let that happen.”
“Just talk to me.”
“What is wrong with you?”
“I’m crazy, remember?”
Kim noticing that Trini has bad social anxiety especially when she’s seated or standing in a public closed in crowd so she always makes it a priority to get seats near the windows in the corner or a seat where Trini’s back is covered
Kim trying to learn Spanish on her own not just to impress Trini (that’s just an added bonus) but to make it easier for Trini’s brothers and dad to communicate with her. She manages to even impress Trini’s mom and manages to have forge somewhat of an acquaintanceship, but she’s still wary.
Prompt: ‘I always want to come home to you’ or alternatively, ‘part one of giving Harry a blowjob in front of his friends.’
I’ve taken this request from the drabble list from ages ago and made it into part one of this concept. I understand that this concept is not everyone’s cup of tea, you don’t have to read this by any means, just skip over it if it’s not for you. 😂 Thank you all for being so patient and I hope you like it. P.S. I don’t know yet when part two will be posted.
 ‘Bout showing you off. [MATURE.]
Obviously she hadn’t just ended up sliding her lips up and down his cock for his friends to watch, without deciding beforehand she was going to slide her lips up and down his cock for his friends to watch.
Anyway, with that said, it’s late and she’s got to be up early tomorrow. And that would have been rough anyway but they’re only now stumbling through their front door. Harry’s head nearly spinning and she’s just shrieked thinking their coat hanger was a person.
‘You’re fuckin pissed.’ He laughs closing the door behind them.
‘Thought it was a person,’ she groans. ‘A very tall person.’
To be fair, sober isn’t what Harry is either.
She stumbles her way into the kitchen with the heels that are no longer helping anyone. She knows that if she drinks a bedtime tea now, tomorrow wont be so cruel. So she chucks her shoes off, each one flying off somewhere else as she climbs on top of their kitchen counter in search for chamomile.
‘Get the fuck down from there,’ he groans. ‘M’too sloshed to help you if you fall.’
‘If you hadn’t gone and put the bloody mugs on the highest fuckin shelf wouldn’t have to climb like a fuckin koala in my own home.’ She whines.
‘Get down from there.’ He grins. ‘M’being serious, know I don’t look like m’being serious because m’a bit drunk but m’serious. Come down from there.’
‘M’already regretting living with you.’ She knocks down several tea boxes as she finds the right one. ‘And we only just signed the papers!’ She slowly finds her way down from the countertop.
‘Coz of the mugs?’
‘Coz of the mugs.’ She agrees. She remembers the water, how she needs to boil water for tea. She was just thinking hard down at her mug trying to figure out why she couldn’t drink it yet and what could be missing.
‘Fuck!’ Harry yells from the foyer.
‘Ouch!’ She steps over her pointy heels getting to the kettle.
‘Thought you was a person!’ Harry groans loudly at their coat hanger.
‘I told you so!’ She calls to him as she flicks the kettle on
‘No, you’re not boiling water right now!’ Harry calls from where he is.
‘M’gonna be sick on the plane! M’gonna be the drunk lady that vomited on the plane. Tequila, scallops and prawns and god knows what else I ate tonight.’
‘Them chocolate strawberries.’ He pulls her away from the kitchen counter, switching off the kettle. She’s in no state of mind to handle hot water right now. But he opens the fridge to take out a much needed water bottle.
‘You let me eat those?’ She whines. She’s trying to lay off the sugar for the next week and a half. She knows nothing will come out of it, chocolate is a food group of hers but she’s interested in the experiment.
‘Three of those cookie sandwich type things too. The ones with the ice cream?’
‘Three!’ She groans.
‘Three.’ He answers.
‘And you didn’t want to remind me about—’
‘Have you seen yourself after three shots of—’
‘The worst,’ she huffs. ‘You’re the absolute worst. First the mugs and now the ice cream sandwiches with the chocolate strawberries.’ She groans. ‘And now m’gonna be sick on the plane.’
He just nods, agreeing but they really need to get upstairs to sleep. His feet are heavy, can barely carry himself let alone his girlfriend who’s stumbling just the same.
‘C’mon now, one at a time.’
‘Need my shoes.’ She wiggles out of his grasp. She doesn’t, she needs to sleep but she’s already managed out of his hold.
‘No you don’t, can’t have you breaking a foot in those when you can’t even walk without them.’
Harry doesn’t finish his sentence because he’s exchanged words for loud laughs as she slips on her heels, each on the wrong foot. ‘Stop laughing at me,’ she glares as he hunches over, his tummy aching from the laughs she’s causing him.
‘Leave ‘em, you’re gonna fall and break something.’ He pulls her up from the floor, holding her up by her arm. They manage the steps, a few at a time until they get to the end of the landing to their bedroom.
‘Drink.’ He hands her the uncapped water bottle. She takes large gulps before handing it back to him and demanding he do the same.
She gets her dress off after pulling down the straps. She turns to the long mirror to help her locate the clasp of her bra, there’s no way she’s finding it on her own in this state. This is her pajama every night anyway, just her underwear. She finds it silly not to take advantage of the weather when she’s here and not in London where she’s slept with two pairs of socks on more than once.
‘Meant what I said.’ He calls to her over the running water as she washes her face.
‘Bout what?’ He hears her as the water shuts off. She walks out of the bathroom with her body butter, handing it to him. ‘You say a lot of things.’ She grins. He takes it from her, patting the empty side of the bed next to him. She lays down as he hovers over her partially. She’s much too tired to do this herself and he likes doing it anyway.
‘Bout showing you off.’ He uncaps the scented body lotion that he’ll always associate with her.
It isn’t night time or bedtime if she isn’t rubbing lotion into her skin. One of Harry’s first memories was just this, the smell, the one she left on his sheets when they were still just ‘figuring it out.’ That smell, her smell eases his shoulders always.
He’s quite thorough in the way he works his hands across her body. She sighs, her eyelids heavy as he rubs the lotion over her. He works across her legs, laying each one down back on the bed gently after he’s finished. He leaves soft kisses by the inside her leg as she squirms slightly against the sheets. She squeals too as he kisses up her navel back to her chest.
She turns on her stomach so he can get the back of her too. ‘Showing me off?’ She asks herself, trying to understand it. ‘Hmm,’ She hums in understanding.
His hands travel over her back, he kisses the soft skin there before rolling his hands down over her bum. He’s got nice hands, big too, perfect for doing just this. And she likes his hands on her. And they like her body.
‘What does ‘hmm’ mean?’ He asks.
‘Nothing yet.’ She smiles. ‘Still thinking.’
He makes sure to get everywhere he can, rubs the body cream into the back of her hands and up to her fingertips too before kissing them softly.
‘There,’ he kisses her shoulder. ‘All done.’ He says screwing the cap back on and setting it back on the nightstand.
‘Spank me.’ She grins against her pillow.
‘Not tonight.’ He chuckles loudly. ‘Not when you’ve got to sit on a plane for hours tomorrow, m’not that mean.’
‘You are.’ She mutters.
‘For not spanking me when m’asking nicely for it.’
‘Can’t hate me tomorrow then.’
‘I won’t,’ she shakes her head against the plush pillow. ‘Just for the chocolate strawberries and them cookie sandwiches. And the tequila, m’gonna really hate you for that.’
She shudders slightly but smiles when he’s got his lips trailing down the line of her back.
‘Put them back on,’ she mumbles. ‘Your rings.’
‘You’re really gonna hate me tomorrow.’ He reaches back over to nightstand where he’s left them before rubbing his hands over her with lotion.
‘M’only giving you three.’ He says.
‘I know,’ she grins. ‘Because you’re mean.’
‘Stop.’ She whines. ‘We’ve already established that you’re the worst. What does a girlfriend have to do to get her boyfriend to spank her?’ She sighs.
Harry laughs as he props her up on her knees. He hooks his thumbs at the sides of her underwear, pulling them down the swell of her backside. ‘You know exactly what.’
‘Acting out.’ She replies.
‘Was too drunk to remember to act out so you’d spank me when we got home.’ She bites over her bottom lip when he cups her bum, picking his mark.
She hears it long before she feels it. She exhales sharply when the sting sets in until she lets out a moan that maddens him. Her wobbly knees and his swat across her bum jolt her forward as her back arches into a picture he thinks about a lot.
‘M’good.’ she breathes. ‘Again, do it again please.’
The silver of his rings are no longer cold against her blazing skin when they meet her backside for the second time. She’s got proper marks now, both cheeks red, some parts redder than others depending on where his rings landed.
Both of them will never get tired of this, the way her skin blossoms into a pink then into a red, the sting that aches but tingles perfectly and the sounds both of the actual spank and her moans and whimpers.
‘You’re good at this, told you that before haven’t I?’ She smirks attempting to move back slightly to get more of it. ‘Harder this time.’
‘Gonna remember you telling me this tomorrow right? When you’re whining about how it stings getting your jeans on?’
‘Won’t wear jeans then.’ She sturdies herself with her palms flat on the mattress, neck stretched back waiting.
He pulls her hair to one side, wrapping it around his hand pulling her head back slowly. ‘Remember this then, how you were asking for it.’ He whispers below her ear.
His hand comes down harder on the already red and sensitive skin. This one has her knees buckling and her moans are let out into the pillows when she falls to her stomach once her hands and knees fail her.
He lowers himself to hover slightly over her back, kissing down the line of it while rubbing his hand into the taut skin. He throws her panties to the floor knowing her skin would reject the idea of putting them back on. And he prefers this sight much more.
‘Good?’ He asks turning her to lay on her back to face him and she hums contently. ‘M’I gonna have to do this every time you ask me to rub lotion on you? Thought it was the only innocent thing we had going for us.’ He grins.
It had been. She was always too lazy to do it herself and he loved touching her. He’ll always do it before bedtime, likes he loves touching her and he likes the way the smell lingers on her and onto the sheets. That way, he’ll still get to keep some of her when she leaves.
‘Probably best we don’t mix the two then,’ she smiles turning herself onto her back. ‘Just needed something to look at until you come back home.’
He grins getting up from the bed to get himself ready for bed as well. She pulls forward the duvet on her side of the bed, tucks herself in, presses in the fluffy pillows to her liking.
‘M’about to sweat it out aren’t I?’ He unbuttons his dress shirt and however drunk or slightly tipsy he is, remembers to hang it in their closet. ‘Have to be patient and all that?’ He turns to her.
‘You’re used to it by now.’ She silences her phone after setting her alarm for tomorrow morning.
‘Hope you sleep through it.’ He grins, he really doesn’t want her to go.
He is in fact used to being patient now. He’s impatient by nature but he’s grown to become far more patient since meeting her. A lot of patience is needed in a relationship like theirs and it only works if there’s a great deal of it.
‘You’ll think about it though?’ He mumbles from the bathroom with his toothbrush in his mouth.
She has a been thinking, she’s thinking about it now. She’s giving it so much thought she’d forgotten to tell him that she’s thinking about it.
‘Hm?’ He reminds her hovering over her once he’s ready for sleep.
‘Told you I would.’ She presses her fingertips to his lips. ‘If you keep nagging won’t have time to think about it.’ Harry understands, nods before kissing her fingertips.
It’s late and their tummies are happily full from good food and tasty drinks. He brings her close to him, his hand drapes over her waist as he nuzzles himself into the space between her neck and her shoulder.
‘Where are you gonna put it?’ She asks. ‘Make it good, make sure it’s a place where you can start a proper collection in.’
‘A proper collection huh?’ He grins adjusting the pillow behind his head.
‘A proper collection. You’re quite the talent don’t you know…’
‘Mmm.’ He hums against her shoulder.
‘Can fell you blushing.’ She smiles.
‘Stop that.’ He whines.
She never misses an opportunity to celebrate and when they’d been out and about just this morning and he got the news she knew it was the perfect reason to go out and celebrate. (Even if it meant too much tequila and many chocolate covered strawberries.)
‘Like this color,’ she says holding up different paint samples to the light. ‘Isn’t as overwhelming as the other one. Could go well with the couch in the sitting room…’ She realizes only a minute after that she’s just been talking to herself in the middle of the store. ‘Harry? Where’s he gone now…has the attention span of a goldfish…’ She pulls out her phone just before she feels his hand at her back. ‘There you are, need your final say about this grey.’ She holds up the sample. ‘Why are you smiling that big…where did you go…your face has gone as bright as this yellow color…why—’
‘You’ve got to come back here in a few weeks, so best you be letting your job know now…February 26th…’
She thinks really hard, with all she’s got but comes up with nothing. ‘What’s on the 26th?’
‘Have I got to give you a hint?’ He grins. ‘Films…actors—’
‘The Oscars?’ She asks and he nods. ‘Wait!’ She nearly yells. She feels like quite the goldfish now. ‘Oh my god!’ She yells again.
‘I told you!’ She nearly leaps onto him. ‘I told you didn’t I! Did I not?’ She laughs wrapping her arms around his neck. She can’t keep still in his hold as he wraps her legs around him. ‘Told you that you’d be nominated,’ she shakes her head. ‘When are you gonna start listening to me?’ She kisses him sweetly.
‘Didn’t think I would actually be nom—’
‘Start listening to your girlfriend then. Only been wrong twice before, ‘bout that restaurant on the west end and the sweet Irish lady losing the bakeoff.’ She grins widely before kissing him again and again.
‘Has it really only been twice?’ He wonders. Can’t be…he knows she’s usually right about most things but—
‘I’ll be there, promise. I’ll swim if I have to. M’an ok swimmer.’
‘M’really not.’ She laughs.
But she’ll be there. She promises.
‘You’re funny.’ She sighs as he kisses below her ear. He doesn’t ever want to leave this bed. Getting out of this bed, their new bed in their new house will be terribly hard tomorrow.
‘Yeah?’ He asks sleepily.
‘Yeah, you were just nominated for a bloody oscar today and you’re blushing ‘bout being worthy of one.’
‘Suppose I am a bit funny then.’
‘Suppose you are.’
He rests his head contently at her shoulder, wrapping his arm around her waist. ‘You looked gorgeous tonight angel.’
‘At least one of us will remember tonight.’ She grins.
‘Like showing you off,’ he grins to himself but she feels it against her skin. ‘Love having you with me.’
‘Know you do, s’why you want this one thing so bad.’
‘Think you’d enjoy it love,’ he pulls her closer to him. ‘Always been a bit of a showoff.’
‘Am not.’ She pushes back against him on purpose and he groans playfully.
‘No? What about all the pictures and videos—’
‘Those were for you.’
‘This’ll be too. For my birthday.’
‘You want that to be your birthday present?’ She laughs.
‘Well I don’t want a paper weight.’
‘Who’s gonna gift you a paper weight, was gonna get you a blender.’
‘Yeah, I want a blender.’ She mutters.
‘How’s that my birthday gift then?’ He laughs.
‘You’d have a blender?’ She answers obviously.
‘Don’t need a blender.’
‘But you need me to suck you off in front of your friends?’ She grins.
‘S’more exciting than a blender.’
‘Do you know how many things you can make with a blender?’
She really does just like giving him a hard time. Because she’d be the biggest fibber if she’d said she didn’t want to be shown off once or twice before. Or that the idea, while sinful is alluring.
‘M’getting a fucking blender aren’t I?’ He mumbles against her shoulder.
‘There’s a slight difference between a blender and a blowjob in front of your friends…s’all m’saying.’
‘S’not like they’re strangers. You know all of them.’
He’s already told her that if she changes her mind that’d be perfectly fine too. And if she’ll agree to it they’ll talk about the details further. The where and how’s.
‘M’not sharing you. You won’t be sucking them off you’d be sucking me off and—’
‘Really?’ She asks sarcastically. ‘Don’t want to watch me suck them off as well?’ She scoffs. ‘Aren’t into that are you?’
‘Think you’d like the praise and being watched is all. Wouldn’t have brought it up if I thought it’d just be for my benefit only.’
He’s not wrong, she does like being praised, being told how good she’s being, how good she is. He’s just taken this all a few steps forward.
‘Just think about it yeah? If you say yes then we’ll discuss the details then and if you say no then that’ll be that.’
She’s curious. There’s plenty she doesn’t know and plenty of questions she has. Would his friends be ok with it as well? Where exactly would this take place? How would the opportunity even present itself? But she leaves those questions aside for now.
‘I’ll think about it on the plane, give you an answer by the time m’home.’ She says and he smiles against her skin.
She’s got a tight busy schedule, it might not look like his but it’s just as busy. She’s got a full time job that she takes home with her sometimes despite Harry’s rule about not taking work home with you.
But he managed to have her for the last four days to sign off on their new house and get started with the move and decorating. He can’t do it alone, won’t be their home if he would have. But they spent far less time picking out furniture and paint colors than doing other things. And just like that she’s got to go back to London tomorrow and they’re not any closer to agreeing on paint colors.
She has to leave early tomorrow and neither of them are ready. But used to the idea. She has to get back to work and so does he. He’s had her for the holidays and these few days now but it all seems minimal and awfully scattered.
‘You don’t have to leave tomorrow, right?’ He grins. ‘Can stay with me until Sunday? Or for another week…two if it isn’t much trouble.’
‘You’re almost done here.’ She assures. ‘Just two more weeks and m’all yours right?’ It’s his birthday soon and he’s made sure to take off some time for it.
‘What am I supposed to do about the paint colors then?’ He yawns.
‘Call me.’ She kisses his forehead.
‘At one in the morning your time?’
‘Remember that when you’re groaning at me for waking you up in the middle of the night to talk about paint.’
‘Remind me.’ She grins and so does he. Her body settles against his with a relaxed sigh as he kisses her shoulder gently. ‘M’so proud of you. And m’hoping you’re proud of you too.’ She whispers.
He pulls her in tightly, ‘thank you.’ he whispers.
‘Can’t believe I know someone as special as you are.’ She kisses his neck softly. ‘Can feel you blushing again.’ She grins.
‘Stop.’ He whines sleepily.
Harry doesn’t let her get up when her alarm clock rings at eight in the morning. He smothers her, pulls her underneath him, holds her tightly to him as he falls back asleep contently. She lets him, just a few more minutes she promises.
He groans when she tries to wiggle out twenty minutes later, ‘m’gonna miss my flight—c’mon love, I know it’s hard…’
‘Tell them I was feeling poorly so you had to stay…didn’t like the idea of leaving me in the state m’in.’ He mumbles.
‘Take the next one, this evening…just give me a few hours longer.’
‘Oh my god,’ she groans. ‘I can’t believe this.’ She says aloud but it’s just meant for her. She knew this would happen, that he’d be stubborn and she’d have no willpower to leave either. Because it just keeps getting harder. She should just stop booking flights in the morning because it never goes to plan.
‘Please.’ He whispers. ‘Please, just a few more hours. I’ll get you on the next one, promise.’
‘Won’t let you get in trouble, just need a few more hours with you. Not ready yet.’
She sees it in the way he’s holding onto her. How four days only are cruel and the thought of spending nights without holding onto her makes him hold on tighter. He panics sometimes, only for a minute when either of their alarms go off on a given morning. He gets used to having her, forgets about the limited time and then he really does feel like she’s being torn away from him. He’s not any good at them, at goodbyes.
‘Ok,’ she whispers. She sets her phone back on the nightstand, shutting it off as she lets him pull the duvet back over them.
The thing about delaying their goodbyes is that it doesn’t make it any easier. Delaying them doesn’t make them disappear, just puts them off until later. He knows this by now but will still beg her to stay until she really does have to leave.
It’s eleven now, the sun is bright and warm. Harry much prefers this, waking up late without an alarm and with her as the sun streams in. He sleeps the best when it’s warm and she’s here, he catches up on sleep when she’s sleeping beside him.
The assortment of teas are scattered on the floor and the kettle is left deserted from last night. He chuckles to himself as he picks them up and heats up the water. He looks back at the clock, they still have a few hours. She could use the sleep.
He makes the tea the way they both like it. Their house is coming together slowly, still echoey from the lack of furniture that needs to be delivered. But as Harry climbs the steps back up to their room, he feels like it’s theirs.
‘I let you get away with it again.’ She groans into her pillow when he places the mug on her bedside table. ‘M’I really that weak?’ She pushes her hair off her face as he gets back into the warm bed.
He nods pulling her on top of him, she might as well be or maybe he’s just skillfully persuasive. She rolls her eyes and he’s happy to see her pretty ones even then while she’s straddling him.
She falls into his chest, resting there because she’s not thinking about the missed flight anymore. He sighs contently, this is the most settled he’s felt in a while, with her resting against him as he plays mindlessly with the ends of her hair. The stillness of the morning and the comfortable silence fills the gaps between their steady breathing that have synced up.
His hands trail down south innocently at first before he’s got a silly grin on him as he cups his hand over her bare bum.
‘S’for the best, should heal a bit first.’ He grins into her neck. ‘Still sore right?’
‘Mmm,’ she rolls her eyes again reaching for the tea mug beside her.
As the afternoon creeps up they’re sitting outside in the sun contently, eating a late breakfast together like he wanted. He wanted to go swimming too, they haven’t since they moved in and they’ve got a really nice pool too. And it’s perfectly sunny and he just has to have her against him for whatever time he has left. He grins into her neck when she mentions the cold water feeling nice on her red bum. He holds her close to him in the water, watches her swim back and forth a few times before bringing her back to him to wrap her body around his.
He’s pulling her bikini bottoms down before she’s even out of the pool. And in retaliation she’s got her hand wrapped around him and they don’t make it inside the house in time.
She admitted it all to herself then, when he’s fucking her by the pool on a perfect sunny day, that staying for these few hours were absolutely necessary. His skin is warm from the sun, small water droplets still stream down his body, between them as he thrusts roughly into her.
When he’d proposed they needed a few of these outdoor furniture pieces she’d agreed but now she’s fully thankful for them.
She wraps her legs around him tighter, needing him as close as he can get. Her sore bum rubs up against the surface beneath her, he told her to switch positions but she doesn’t mind it oddly. The sting and the tingles are always something she’s chasing after. And she’d rather him be on top of her like this now than ride him, she wants him up against her tightly, she needs him to hover over her like this and she wants to hold onto him. Because soon, these small things and remembered details will be the only things getting her through the next few weeks.
Her bikini bottoms never fully made it off with his impatient hands as they hang at her right ankle as he continues with his slick thrusts into her.
‘How am I—meant to last two weeks without this.’ He groans. ‘So good…shit you’re good love.’
She’s exhaling sharply, cracked whimpers leaving her as she comes around him. He’s fucking her through it, driving into her as she keeps tightening around him. He cups her face, making her stay with him so he can get her there again.
‘Good girl, that’s my good girl.’ He groans as she struggles to say anything back. She’s sensitive, overly stimulated as he relentlessly keeps hitting that spot deep inside of her with his name on it. She’s properly crying out now, sinking her nails into his back as her neck stretches back. ‘There it isn’t it? M’there aren’t I?’ He manages against her neck.
She’s begging him now, not only for her own release but his too. How she wants to feel him when she leaves, how badly she needs him to fill her, needs the picture of him coming hard above her.
She’s needy for his lips on hers, moaning into his lips when she gets them. She’s desperately lifting her hips up to his, matching theirs to have him closer, deeper and he nearly chokes over his own breath.
‘Please!’ She cries wrapping her legs around him tighter, pulling him even closer towards her. When he gets close, so impossibly close, her for the second time he thinks sanely for just a moment about the new piece of furniture under them.
‘This is new.’ He groans. ‘Can’t come inside of you—without making a mess of it.’
‘M’not gonna have you for the next two weeks!’ She whines tightening her walls around him purposefully and he growls in her ear. ‘Since when have you cared about making a mess—’
‘You picked these out! Thought you’d care—’ He’s shaking now, needy for it.
‘I don’t!’ She cries. ‘Please!’
‘Shit!—’ He takes her right leg, places it over his shoulder and restarts his ruthless thrusts into her.
‘Fuck what’s yours.’ She whispers to him. His sloppy, jolted thrusts serve them both as she holds tightly to his back and his fingers are pressed so tightly into the skin of her hips.
Her name in short cut off whispers mix with growled out expletives as she starts coming around him. He’s winded, bound so tight as she’s nearly squeezing it all from him. He’s spilling hot and heavy into her, with one of his hands by her hair holding tightly to it and the other holding tightly to her leg wrapped around him.
She’s panting underneath him as he attempts calming his own breaths once he’s pulled out of her and as expected, they’ve left quite a mess.
‘Already miss you.’ He whispers. He straightens out the pout of her lips as she traces the water droplets that fall down his chest.
‘Don’t tell me what time it is.’ She buries her head into his chest.
‘Won’t,’ he pulls her up to him so he’s looking right at her. ‘We’re gonna lay out for a bit.’
She nods, realizes she should soak up as much as sun as she can. There are nothing but clouds back in London. They rest their eyes for a bit, go in and out of peaceful naps. He’s content then, pulls her as close as he can. Then he realizes that this is exactly what he’d pictured when he wanted them to get a house here.
He’s holding her tightly against him in the shower too, when they need to get the day started and have to get clean before. He’s already got his lips on her before any getting clean is done.
She falls into him as he washes her hair, humming contently as he does it for her. She smiles lazily as he lathers up the bubbles across her body, he loves touching her always. She likes pushing her hands through his hair too, trailing and traveling her hands over his strong body.
She doesn’t grasp what he’s doing until he’s on his knees in front of her. With a leg of hers draped over his shoulder and his tongue at her clit.
‘God—I—’ She wants to say, that at a pace like this she’s never going to make it onto this flight either. But he’s got his mouth around her clit, sucking hungrily against her. She’s wobbly, starts shaking as he continues his long and purposeful strokes against her. ‘Shit—keep doing that.’ She moans softly over the loud stream of water as he encourages her to ride his mouth as best as she can.
He wraps one arm around her waist to steady her as he takes his other hand between her legs. He’s needy for it, just as desperate to do this for her as she wants it. He looks up at her from between her thighs as he pushes two of his fingers in as her head falls back. His warm tongue, the way he’s tasting her, the direct strokes against her whilst his fingers press against the spot inside of her, the way he’s moving them inside of her doesn’t leave her many options. She’s coming onto his mouth not long after that with his name as barely there whispers rolling over her tongue.
She doesn’t stop kissing him until they really do have to step out, get dressed and start the already short day together.
She pouts carrying her suitcase down the steps to his car outside. They have two or three hours to continue the search for more furniture pieces and agree on paint colors.
They should really be getting this stuff sorted and done but they’re out of it, not at all focused on the task at hand. He’s just holding tightly to her hand and she’s leaned into him as they browse mindlessly through the showroom.
‘This ones nice.’ She says and he nods. ‘Could be nice in the kitchen.’
‘Stay for today.’ He turns to her.
‘Damnit Harry.’ She sighs.
‘Please love.’ He whispers.
‘It isn’t gonna be easier tomorrow or the next day either.’
‘Don’t go tomorrow then either.’ He says and realized how impossible that is before he’d even said it. She shrugs defeatedly before looking back at the furniture on display because she’ll crumble if she looks at him for any longer.
Sitting across from each other when they go for lunch isn’t doable either. He doesn’t know what it is, how he’s physically incapable of being without her. So she moves her chair, sits next to him happily. She rests her head on his shoulder as they wait for their food, kissing his neck softly.
If the circumstances had been different maybe she would have stopped to marvel at the view of the ocean behind them and what a pretty and clear day it is. They’re both like this, have a hard time seeing anything good from the current situation. Because it doesn’t matter that he’s coming home to London in two weeks, or how after that she’ll be back here for his big night. They’re trying though, he tries telling himself those things, just two weeks, that’s how much longer but it’s harder than hard to think like that when she’s leaving.
And then somehow, by then it’s already nearly four and her flight is at seven. Harry doesn’t usually wish for heavy traffic, it being a pet peeve of his but this time he does. He’s holding her hand as he drives them both and suddenly it’s the time that Harry was trying to stall away from.
He walks with her into the airport until he can’t go any further. Until she’s got to go through security and board the plane home.
He grins, remembers what they had talked about last night. ‘Think about—’
‘Sucking you off in front of your mates, I know, I’ve got a good memory.’ She rolls her eyes taking her suitcase back from him when he’d offered to carry it.
‘Well when you say it like that sounds fuckin filthy.’ He mutters.
‘Isn’t it?’ She smirks. ‘S’why you want it so bad isn’t it?’ She pulls out her boarding pass and passport from her handbag to avoid holding up the line behind her.
‘Can’t do much showing off with a blender.’ He admits.
‘You could, you could make one hell of a smoothie.’ She grins.
‘I could I suppose.’ He plays along sarcastically.
‘Can’t say it’d taste as good as you do,’ she inches closer to him. ‘Or how good I do.’ She traces his jawline slowly. ‘You could try.’ She shrugs casually. She’s properly asking for it now and she’s not being fair to him one bit. Because she’s got to get on that plane and he’s gonna be left thinking about filthy things for the rest of the night.
‘Who keeps letting you talk like that?’ He covers her mouth. ‘Fucking Christ—watch your mouth.’
She can’t answer him with his hand on her mouth but for one, he likes it when she talks like that. Craves it too. He’s just plain bothered now, wants her again but this is the last flight tonight and she will yell at him if he makes her miss this one too.
She shifts her head to line her mouth with his fingertips, he catches on far too late when she wraps her lips around his index and middle. He glares at her, looks at her like she’s actually crazy. He presses his lips together tightly when he realizes that this is nearly what he’s asking from her for his birthday and the picture starts racing through his head. His stomach tightens when she begins sliding her lips across his fingers. Her lips wet, pretty pink gliding across. And he can’t do this right now, in the middle of a busy airport with people walking by them to stand in the line she has to start queuing in soon. He’ll lose it, he’s already bothered and already missing her.
‘Wanted this didn’t you?’ She whispers. ‘This is what you want from me…’
‘Get on the bloody plane,’ he reluctantly pulls his fingers away and she laughs before he grasps her jaw tightly. ‘Before I never let you leave.’
‘M’going m’going. Just wanted to tell you I love you first.’ She grins wrapping her arms around his neck and he wraps his arms tightly around her waist. ‘Come back to me quickly yeah?’ She buries herself into his neck. ‘Too many episodes of the bakeoff to watch alone, in a house much too big for just me.’
He nods, this bit is always hard. ‘Travel safe.’ He kisses her forehead and his lips linger there because they too, are having a hard time saying goodbye. ‘I’ll see you real soon, not much longer.’ He whispers before kissing her hard then shaking his head trying to avoid getting too sad about this. ‘I love you.’ He whispers. It’s always been like this and it’s going to keep being like this, they try not to get upset.
She finds her seat before reaching for her phone in her bag. ‘You win, like always. Happy early birthday. Don’t say I never gave you anything. Much better than a paper weight and a blender I’d say.’
Harry has already stepped into a late meeting when he gets the message. He grins widely at it, his stomach tightens again but he knows he can’t afford to think about this right now. He’s about to turn over his phone to get back to the meeting when it vibrates again. A blender is on their way to their home, should be delivered tomorrow at noon. He chuckles softly into his hand turning the phone over after sending her a message.
-M’not making you any smoothies.
You have to, m’blowing you in front of your friends. Start practicing your blending.
Hi! I was wondering if you had any dragon aus? Like humanoid ones. Thank you!
“Normally my wings aren’t that big of a problem, but you tapped my shoulder too hard and it startled me and oh my god, your nose is bleeding. Please sit down. I am so so sorry.” AU
Character A and Character B both have a similar horded item. As a result, Character A begins to majorly crush on Character B, and as a show of their affection, Character A gives Character B an item from their hoard (which would be a BIG deal).
Because of a skin issue, Character A’s scales are constantly dull and growing in patchy, which causes Character A to be really self conscious about showing any skin/scales. Character B is really into beauty routines and offers to give Character A a lesson on how to properly care for their scales.
“I mean, I’m already pretty short when I’m in my semi-human form, but when I’m in my full dragon form…well…promise you won’t laugh?” AU
Character A runs an shop that caters to many different dragon aesthetics – tiny spoons, plastic figurines, jewels, etc. – and Character B likes to stop in a lot. Though Character A notices that Character B’s interests don’t ever really follow a pattern that a usual dragon’s hoarding patterns would. Are they just coming into the shop to see Character A?
“I have to admit, I make a great snuggle buddy because of how warm my body naturally runs…just in case you ever get cold.” AU
Anonymous said: Pls write more Auston Matthews! I live for it! 😊
Anonymous said: Can you please do more Auston Matthews imagines. Your writing is THE best!!
A/N: Honestly I just can’t stop writing Auston imagines and I’m not even sorry.. But also I swear I’m getting to everyones requests!! But yeah, thank you guys!! Hope you liked this :)
Word Count: 1,275
“I can’t believe I’m letting you drag me to this stupid thing,” you grumbled while walking up the driveway with Steph by your side. After hours of trying to get out of being here, here is exactly where you ended up - here being Connor Brown’s house where a handful of people were enjoying some drinks by the fire.
NCT127 Reacting To You Sitting On Their Lap And Snuggling Them Up
Anonymous: Nct127 reaction to when you sit on their lap and snuggle up to them
Taeyong worked on a song when you came out of your room, freshly showered and dressed in an oversized sweater. It had been a long day and all you wanted were the warm arms of your gorgeous boyfriend. You mindless sat on his lap, he kissed your cheek and let you rest your head on his chest as he continued his work. You wanted more of his attention and put your arms around him and buried your face in the crook of his neck, kissing it gently. He chuckled at the attention. “What’s gotten into you today?” He asked, smiling and feeling loved.
Jaehyun sat on the couch with his legs crossed, his hands holding a book. His attention was fixated on the fictional world when you came back from work. Every limb in your body ached but when you saw your sweet boyfriend resting in your living room in his pyjamas, you felt relaxed. He smiled at you as you came in, happiness and delight filling his expression. You took off your coat and sat on his lap, despite him being busy with reading. You put your arms around him and inhaled his spicy scent. He felt like home as he stroked your hair and placed a kiss on top of your head. “Did you have a bad day or something? You’re rarely like this.” You shook your head and snuggled up to him. He smiled at the attention and enjoyed your cuddles for the rest of the evening.
Doyoung had just come back from practice when he saw you laying on the couch, scrolling on your phone. You quickly sat up when you acknowledged his presence. He sat next to you as you snuggled him up. He smiled so bright at your embrace and loved your warmth. You both stayed in the same position for most of the evening and Doyoung could feel the fatigue leave his body as your love took over.
You had your legs propped up on Johnny laps, reading a book and just relaxing. He hummed a sweet melody while playing a game on his phone. Just him sitting there ignited this strong surge of love inside you. You slowly got up and made your way to his lap. His immediate response was a soft “oh” and then he smiled when you rested your head on his chest. He played with the strands of your hair.
Taeil smiled when you sat on his lap but his concentration didn’t waver. But he was surprised when you snuggled him up. He loved your scent and chuckled when you hugged him tightly and cuddled him. “You’re so in love with me aren’t you,” he said. Before he could get a reply he heard your soft snores and kissed your temple. “I love you too.”
Its hard to sit on Yuta’s lap without it modulating into a make out session but when you rested your head on his shoulder and played with the hem of his shirt, all he wanted to do was cuddle you and find shelter in your warmth. He loved the way you made him feel so relaxed and held you through the evening.
Winwin blushed when you sat on his lap and tried not to make it a big deal but he was beet root red. But when you snuggled him up and laid yourself against his chest, he smiled so big and let out an audible ‘aw’ and you stroked your back the whole time you lay there.
Mark would instantly start blushing and would try to cuddle you and you’d both start giggling and it’ll be so cute. He’ll be a little comfortable with you after a while.
Haechan would try to push you off, faking disgust but then when you leave him alone he’ll start pouting and you’ll both snuggle each other and he’d blush a little but try to hide it as well as he can.
A/N: I edited Haechan and Mark’s reaction into it. I hope y’all like it :))
Or; Bi Ace Jason and
His Journey of Self-Discovery
Or; Jason is Ace
and I Am Projecting
So eventually Percy calling Jason “Superman” becomes kind of
a thing between them. Jason only lets
Percy call him that, and Percy uses it both to kind of tease Jason when he’s
being extra heroic and praetor-y, and also as an affectionate nickname for his
One year for his birthday, Percy buys him a Superman cape.
He doesn’t wear it often, but it’s big enough that he uses it as a blanket a
lot. When they hang out and play video games together, the winner gets to wear
the cape. (He’ll never admit it, but sometimes Jason will let Percy win a
little easier so that the cape will smell like sea breeze for a while after he
A few months later, he sits Percy down and tells him that he
likes boys as well as girls. Percy smiles, tells him that’s awesome! and that he does too, and hugs him. Jason hugs him
back, burying his face in Percy’s shoulder. They watch a movie that night
instead of playing video games, the Superman cape wrapped around them like a
blanket where they sit shoulder-to-shoulder on Jason’s couch.
That year, Percy gets Jason another cape for his birthday.
This one is just as big, but rather than red, it’s striped blue, purple, and
pink. The bi flag, Percy tells him, a
huge grin on his face. Then he unfurls it, and Jason sees the crudely sewn
Superman logo in the middle. Jason laughs at that, head thrown back and just so
damn happy, and Percy laughs with
him. Jason refuses to take the cape off for the rest of the day (not that it
mattered, since they spent the rest of the day bingewatching sitcoms on
Netflix, but it mattered to Jason.)
Sometime later, they’re sitting next to each other on the
couch, Percy’s legs flung across Jason’s lap, their video game controllers left
on the coffee table from their last round. The bi flag Superman cape is tied
around Jason’s shoulders since he’d been the one to blue shell Percy in the
last seconds of the race and take first place. Percy leans forward, close
enough that Jason can smell that sea breeze that just seemed to follow Percy
everywhere, and starts picking at and fidgeting with the edge of the cape. So, if you’re Superman, he begins,
nervousness wobbling his voice, is there
any chance… I could be your Lois Lane? Jason smiles at him.
Things are going well between them. Dating is fun, even if sometimes
their “dates” only consist of lighting a candle on the coffee table as they
share a $5 pizza and watch cartoons together. Really, things between them don’t
change much, they just get, well, closer. There’s more touching now, and for
the most part, Jason likes it. He likes kissing Percy. He likes kissing Percy a
lot, actually. And he likes the
touching. He likes holding Percy’s hand, and he likes cuddling with him on the
couch without fear of it being awkward. He likes when Percy comes up behind him
and wraps his arms around his middle and rests his chin on Jason’s shoulder or
presses his forehead to the back of Jason’s neck. He likes when they fall
asleep curled up together and wake up with their legs tangled and Percy’s head
resting on his chest, even if he drools, the bi flag Superman cape wrapped
around them. There’s some things he doesn’t like so much, though. It’s nothing
Percy’s done, because Percy would never do something Jason wasn’t explicitly
okay with, but it’s the thought of it
that bothers him. The thought of removing clothes and touching other places that leaves a distinct
feeling of discomfort and repulsion in the pit of his stomach.
Unsure of what to do about it or what it means, he does the
only thing he can think of and calls Piper. Surely, a daughter of Aphrodite
would know what to do. He tells her what’s been going on, and when he’s done,
she tells him that she thinks he may be asexual. When he lets out a noise of confusion,
she tells him that it would probably be best if he talked to her half-brother
Mitchell, since he actually is ace and could probably explain things better
than she could. She gives him her brother’s number, and he thanks her.
Jason steels himself for what is to come. The talk with
Mitchell had helped, and now that Jason has the proper words to put with what he’s
feeling, he decided it was time to talk to Percy about it. It’s date night,
which this time means takeout, a “clean linen” scented candle Jason had bought
on sale, and a Star Wars marathon. When Percy steps through Jason’s front door,
he greets him with a kiss and tells him he needs to talk to him before dinner.
Percy nods, then asks if everything is okay as they sit facing each other on
the couch. Jason nods, takes a deep breath, and carefully lays things out on
the table, metaphorically speaking. He tells Percy about how much he likes
being with him, but how the thought of doing… he fumbles for words… more… makes him nauseous. It’s nothing
Percy had done wrong, just that this is who he is. He’s asexual, he explains,
sex-repulsed. And he feels Percy has a right to know.
Percy has been nodding along as Jason explains things,
ending with how he doesn’t think he’ll ever be okay with doing anything much
beyond what they are doing currently. Okay,
Percy tells him. He’s happy with how they are now, anyway, and he loves Jason
so much that as long as Jason is happy, he will be happy, and that he’s happy
Jason’s comfortable enough to tell him and that things are perfect as they are,
I love you too,
Jason says, and pulls Percy into a tight embrace for a few moments before
pulling back and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. That kiss brakes when Percy’s
smile grows too big for it. The rest of date night goes off without a hitch,
and they fall asleep halfway through Return
of the Jedi cuddled together under both Superman capes.
When Jason’s birthday rolls around again, he’s surprised
when Percy hands him a familiar looking box. He opens it, and instead of blue,
purple, and pink, the cape he pulls out is striped with black, gray, white, and
purple. Percy’s grin is so bright Jason can’t help but smile back. He unfurls
it, and sees the Superman logo stitched into it, slightly neater than it was on
his bi flag one. He hugs Percy then, and Percy hugs him back, whispering I love you, Superman, into the junction
of Jason’s neck and shoulder. There’s a lot of kissing after that. Then, they
end up curled in the corner of the couch, legs tangled together and Percy half
on Jason’s lap. Jason has his newest cape wrapped around his shoulders, while
Percy has taken the bi flag one, and the red one lays across their laps. They
talk for hours, about everything and nothing, from some new designs Annabeth
has been coming up with to which flavor of Starburst tastes the best. Jason isn’t
sure exactly when they drift off, but the last thing he remembers is nuzzling
into Percy’s hair and being hit with that sea breeze as if he’s actually
sitting on the sand and looking out at the ocean itself, and a passing thought
about how comfortable and perfect he feels wrapped up there with Percy and all
of their capes.
I love your blog! Too shy to send a request before though. Can you write something about the chocobros stealing kisses from their s/o when they're not allowed to. My bf is having tonsillitis and he won't allow me to kiss him to prevent the infection from spreading. But it's hard and I've tried to kiss him so many times that he just wear a mask around me now, except when he's sleeping so I kiss him a lot when we wake up and now I have tonsillitis too. Worth it. Thank you in advance ☺️
First off, thank you so much! I loved this request. Second, that is the cutest thing I have ever heard. You and your bf sound absolutely adorable. I hope you enjoy these scenarios!
You coughed into your tissue, tugging your blanket closer around your shoulders. Noctis sat beside you on the couch, flipping through channels on the television, and frowned. He scooted closer and rested his chin on your shoulder, which was made several inches thicker by your blanket shield.
You turned to him, puffy eyed and red-nosed. “What?”
He just looked at you with those baby blue eyes. You swore he made them glisten on purpose to get you to feel bad for him.
“Babe, I told you, no kisses,” you frowned, pressing your index finger to his forehead and pushing him away. “You’re gonna get sick. And you can’t, you’re the prince and you have an important—” your hands went up in the air dramatically when you lost your words, “thing you have to attend with the king in a few days. You can’t risk getting infected by me.”
“I hate those ceremonies,” he groaned, leaning his back against the couch. “They’re always so boring and go on forever.”
You should have known he would have tried this, but at that second, Noctis leapt onto you and pressed his lips against yours, kissing you far too deeply to be healthy at the given moment, and you pushed on his shoulders playfully when he didn’t immediately try to pull away.
When he eventually moved, he had a sly grin on his face. “Maybe I can call in sick and we can just spend the day together.”
You rolled your eyes, but scooted closer to him. “You big goof.”
You hated being bed ridden. It was infuriating, having no strength to get out of bed to even go to the kitchen to get yourself a cup of tea. You tried sitting up, but your bones absolutely ached. This fever was trying its damnedest to kill you.
Prompto came in with a damp cloth, pressing it to your forehead. “Here, babe, this’ll help,” he said, smoothing your hair away from your face. You sighed under his touch.
“Thank you for helping me, Prom. I really appreciate it.”
“No biggie,” he shrugged. Then he wiggled his eyebrows. “How about a thank you kiss?”
You stared at him, unblinking. “You do realize I have a fever of over a hundred, right?”
He blinked. “Are fevers contagious?”
“Gonna have to be firm on this one,” you stated. “Sorry, Prom.”
He whined, flopping backwards dramatically on the bed. “Oh, I think I’m dying too.”
“Prompto, get up, you’re squishing my legs.”
“How can I ever go on, I feel my body slowly being drained of life. If only someone out there could give me the cure to this disease, a simple kiss—”
He sat up onto his elbows briefly to gage your reaction. You were still frowning. He flopped back down.
“Looks like I’m going to die here on this bed. Tell my parents I love them, and that at my funeral I want there to be a hoard of chocobos…”
You sighed and forced your self up, and leaned over to give him a kiss. His hand immediately came up and held your head in place, keeping your mouth on his. You let out a moan and tapped his forearm when he tried to deepen it.
“Wow,” he breathed once you pulled away. “I feel miraculously better.”
You didn’t want to admit it, but you kind of did too.
You sighed. It was day five of you being sick, and while you were getting better, you’d lost your voice. A combination of a lingering cold as well as laryngitis decided to get the best of you, and you were on the mend.
You were grateful that Gladio was around to help you out around the house, but not being able to talk around him did have its disadvantages. Your doctor had put you on strict voice rest and said that you were not allowed to talk, and had to drink a special herbal tea to help soothe your throat.
“Hey babe,” Gladio called from the kitchen. “I have your tea ready for you over here.”
You got up from the blanket pile you’d created on the couch and shuffled over. You were wearing one of his hoodies that was far too big for you, cotton pajama pants and house slippers. You looked like an absolute mess, but he still regarded you with adoring eyes.
He handed over the mug and you nodded your head in thanks.
You took a sip and noticed that he was still looking at you. You cocked an eyebrow. As you did this, he made a kissy face at you. You shook your head, pointing at the mug and then pointing to your face. You were sick, and you didn’t want him catching your germs.
He kept making that silly kissing face and moved closer to you. You whined and nudged his face away, setting your mug down so as not to spill the tea everywhere. But he was persistent, making sillier and sillier faces to try and get you to laugh.
“Come on babe,” he wrapped his arms around your waist and made loud, over the top kissing noises in your ear. “Gimme some sugar.”
You laughed, and it came out as a coarse sound that hurt your throat. In that moment of vulnerability, Gladio laid one on you with a loud mmmmuah.
You blushed and buried your face in his chest. His laugh rumbled through you, and you just held him tighter to hide the smile that was hurting your cheeks.
It was flu season and it had claimed you as its victim. You didn’t get sick often, but when you did, Ignis always waited on your hand and foot. You protested of course, but it fell on deaf ears as he went around your apartment, tidying things up and getting whatever it was that you needed.
He checked your temperature with an at-home thermometer. “You know what would help?” he said, stroking his chin in thought. “I’m going to run you a bath.”
You sat up to tell him that it would be too much effort, but he was already gone, disappeared into the bathroom. You heard the faucet start, and sighed, sinking back into your pillows.
After a few minutes, he came back. “Come, love,” he came to your side and easily scooped you up in his arms. You squealed as he hiked you up a little higher in his grip. “I’ve put some epsom salts in the bath for you. A good soak will do wonders.”
Ignis helped you undress (with more protesting on your part), and lowered you into the tub. You sank in until only your head was above water, loving the feeling of the warm water all around you.
“This is perfect,” you admitted, allowing yourself to relax. “Thank you, Iggy. You’re too good to me.”
“Hardly,” he replied, sitting next to the tub and smoothing your hair away from your face. “You know I would do anything for you.”
You closed your eyes and leaned your head back. Just then, you felt a pair of lips quickly pecking yours. You opened your eyes and frowned at Ignis.
“You’ll get sick if you do that,” you chastised half-heartedly. He shrugged, a small smile gracing his features.
“It’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he replied, and he kissed you again.
Pairing: Mark x reader Genre: fluff, high school!au, bad girl!au Warnings: some language, underage drinking Word count:
“I can’t believe you skipped school! Again!” your mother yelled furiously as she paced back and forth in the living room; she was fuming. Your eyes were focused on a loose thread on your carpet, hands behind your back. After promising not to skip school, here you stood, getting your ass scolded.
You didn’t know how your mother put up with your antics, and truth be told you commended her patience and the fact that she still loved you after all that. It’s not that you were a bad person. It was just that, you could say you didn’t like living by the norms. Thus, that made you a very rebellious teen. Despite the young of your age you’ve lost count of the many rebellious things you’ve done; you still vividly remembered that one time you took a train to Busan all by yourself without any notice.
I just think that he touches adam all the time and it’s not just a sexual or even necessarily romantic thing; it’s a “you’re here and important to me so I’m gonna touch you a lot because that’s one of the easiest ways for me to communicate” thing
when it’s really hot out adam will Suffer if they cuddle at night because ronan is one of those space heater type dudes. ronan insists on having like, one hand on him though (you know those people who need at least a corner of blanket on them to sleep no matter how hot it is - that’s ronan but with adam’s limbs)
speaking of summertime…..adam freckles a lot when he’s in the sun and ronan always has to point out the new ones when they appear. (”was this one here last year?” “idk why would I keep track of that” “wtf parrish you have the entire periodic table memorized and yet you don’t remember what your own shoulder looks like? freak”) (they’re both freaks)
I’ve mentioned this before but ronan is pretty much one of those dogs that doesn’t understand it’s way too big to sit in people’s laps
if adam ever gets like…a paper cut…ronan is THERE he’s like ok we need to fucking disinfect this let me help you
he also definitely DEFINITELY does the thing where one hand is sort of on the small of adam’s back sometimes when they’re in public together, not pulling him around or anything just making sure he’s still there (and to piss off homophobes lbr I could make an entire post abt the various ways ronan accomplishes that too)
(for his part, adam absolutely loves how freely and gently ronan touches. it’s completely unfamiliar and a little surprising to him at first - he’s gone a lot of his life without much in terms of positive physical contact - but after a few months of being with ronan he doesn’t know how he managed without it)
Request: “Can you do a peter parker imagine where he comes back from the airport fight in civil war and the reader bandages him up and it turns smutty?”(@fvckallthefandoms )
Warnings: Smut, Oral, mild language? I think that’s it?
A/N: Sorry I changed the request a bit, but I couldn’t find the way to write it like that Also, Peter is at least the age of consent in whichever country you’re from :)
I paced back and forth in my room, anxiously biting my nails as I waited for my best friend Peter to come back. He’d been away fighting with the Avengers, and he had promised to swing by my room as soon as he was done there. Literally. I discoverer that Peter Parker was Spider-Man a few months ago when I started to get suspicious of the injuries he sustained almost every day. I had turned up unexpectedly at his house and of course May let me straight into Pete’s room. As I flung the door open I had yelled in surprise to find Spider-Man lying in Peter’s bed. “I knew it!” I’d said as he tried to deny the fact he was Spider-Man.(To no avail.) I gave up my restless pacing and collapsed face first onto my bed with a sigh. He’d said he’d be back within an hour or two, but it was already 10'o'clock at night. After a moment, I raised my head to check the time and my heart almost stopped. I leapt back with a scream and fell inelegantly off the bed, landing sprawled on the carpet. Huffing angrily, I stood up as the person in my room creased with laughter. “Peter! It’s not funny! You almost gave me a heart attack!” Pete pulled off his mask and walked over to sit on my bed, still laughing. “I’m sorry, Y/N. But you should have seen your face!” “Shut it, Spider-Boy.” I grumbled as I sat next to him, faking still being angry with him. “I missed you.” Pete said, sidling up yo my side and slinging an arm around my shoulder with a smile. “I missed you too, ya doofus.” I replied and gave in, shooting him a grin.
Summary: Ever feel like you need a hug? Well, Jensen is there to help.
A/N: This is written for the lovely @bringmesomepie56. This is also my first time writing Jensen so be gentle with me guys!
days you wake up with a bad feeling. You start your day not feeling well but
you ignore it. You don’t think about it and continue on. Sometimes that feeling
passes but sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes it escorts you through every minute
of your day and it clings onto you for dear life. Today had been a day like
that and you regretted not staying home.
You let out
a loud sigh when entering the apartment you and Jensen were living in together.
Literally everything that could’ve gone wrong today somehow managed to go
wrong. Your day had been a perfect example for Murphy’s Law.
never thought the sentence “Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.” could be more accurate. Here you were, still
standing at in the hallway of your apartment with your purse laying by your
Jughead and the reader go on a school camping trip. After Reggie’s his usual self, the reader stands up to him only to get threatened. She’s terrified all day after hearing his threat until Jughead comes to her tent later that night and reassures her that she’s going to be okay. Fluff ensues!
Prompts from anons and others:
53 and 62 with Jughead?? Pleaseee🙏🏻🙏🏻
Hi! This is for the drabble challenge! Could you do 7, 9, and 14 with JugheadxReader? Thanks!
14. and 16. for jughead?
#9 and 22 w/ Juggy?
Hi! This is for the drabble challenge! Could you do 55 and 62 with JugheadxReader? Thanks!
27 and 62 with Jughead?
7.) “Well, that’s tragic.”
9.) “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”
14.) They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”
16.) “You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”
22.) “Did you just hiss at me?”
27.) “No. Regrets.”
53.) “Do you think I’m scared of a woman?”
55.) “You’re a nerd.”
62.) “If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”
A/N: Here it is! The massive mashup fic! Get ready for lots of fluff and some angst!! Also, I just want to say that during this fic it looks like something bad is going to happen but I can reassure you that it’s not. That’s all I’ll say as we get into the story!
A school camping trip in the same woods where Jason Blossom was shot and killed. Who’s great idea was this?
“Come on, guys!” your science teacher called. “Just a little more walking!”
Everyone groaned for at least the tenth time that day. Right. It was his.
Your science class (more like your teacher) had decided to go on a camping trip to explore the wonders of nature. So far you had tripped over the log of a tree and scraped your leg on a branch. And the backpack that held your stuff for the night was killing your back. Yeah, what “wonders.”
“How long has he been saying that for? Two hours?” Your best friend Jughead said from your right.
At least Jughead was in your science class. Betty and Veronica were as well, but they were at the front of the group where all the teachers were, eager to find the best camping spot.
All of a sudden, a loud hiss erupted right next to your ear and you jumped. You sighed angrily as you heard laughing behind you. Unfortunately, Betty, Veronica, and Jughead weren’t the only people you knew in your science class.
“Hey freaks.” Reggie said, now on your left.
You looked at him.
“Did you just hiss at me?” you asked and Jughead snickered.
Reggie looked up at Jughead, glaring at him.
“Why’re you laughing, Normal Bates, huh? Something funny?” he barked.
Jughead was about to answer when you cut in,
“He’s laughing at you, Reggie. You’re hissing at people for God’s sake. Why don’t you screw off or I’ll make you?”
You went to turn your attention back to Jughead when you felt a strong grip pull your left arm back, stopping you from moving forward and turning you back around. You yelped at the pain and looked up at Reggie who was smiling maliciously, still holding your arm.
“Do you think I’m scared of a woman?” he snarled.
“Reggie, let her go!” Jughead said.
Reggie dipped down close to your ear.
“I hope your tent’s zipped up well tonight. I might pay you a little visit.” he whispered.
You froze in fear before Jughead stepped in front of the two of you.
“Reggie, I said Let. Her. Go.” he growled.
Reggie laughed and let go of your arm where red welts were beginning to form.
“Just having a little chat, that’s all.” he said and laughed before joining his friends at the back of the group.
Jughead turned his attention back to you, worry in his eyes at seeing how frightened you looked.
“Y/N, what’d he do? What’d he say?” he asked.
You shook your head as you looked behind you. Reggie was still looking at you with that smirk and you quickly turned towards Jughead again.
“Just keep walking.” you said softly as you began moving forward again.
Jughead didn’t protest and he didn’t push you further. After twenty or so minutes of silence later, the class came to a clearing in the woods.
“Alright!” your teacher called. “Boys, set up your tents on this side of the clearing,” he said pointing to the right side of the clearing. “And girls, set up on this side,” he said pointing to the left. “It’s getting dark out so you better hurry! Dinner’s in an hour.”
Jughead turned to you.
“You sure you’re okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” you said quietly.
Jughead didn’t look like he believed you but again he decided not to press you.
“Sit with you at dinner?” he asked.
You nodded again.
Jughead looked like he wanted to say something else but stopped himself, instead giving you a small smile before walking off to where the boys were putting up their tents. You sighed and walked to the girls side, beginning to put up your tent. You could only hope dinner was better.
You were wrong. Dinner was worse. The class of twenty-seven people sat around the fire, all talking and eating amongst themselves. Betty and Veronica were in Betty’s tent not eating dinner but instead waiting for S’mores. Then there was Reggie who just kept looking at you. He wouldn’t stop. Whether this was his psychotic idea of flirting or whether he was just trying to claim you as if you were an object or if he was just trying to terrify you you had no idea. All you knew was that Reggie scared you.
“Y/N. Y/N!” Jughead said from next to you, snapping you out of your thoughts.
You turned to him.
“Yeah?” you asked.
Jughead scoffed, but a smirk was on his face.
“Did you hear what I said?” he asked.
You shook your head.
“No, sorry, Jughead.” you said.
You looked to where Reggie was sitting again and saw he was still staring at you. You couldn’t take it anymore. You quickly got up.
“I’m going to bed.” you said.
Jughead looked at you with a bewildered expression.
“But curfew’s not for another hour.” he said.
You shook your head quickly.
“It doesn’t matter. I’m tired. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” you said before walking off.
Jughead quickly got up.
“Y/N!” he called but you didn’t turn around or answer.
He sighed and sat back down. What was going on with you?
You honestly didn’t know how long it had been since you excused yourself from dinner. You had been lying in your sleeping bag, staring at nothing for at least a couple hours. The talking and laughing you heard in the beginning from the teens still eating dinner had ended a while ago. Now it was completely silent. And you were terrified. Terrified of Reggie. Of his friends. Then you remembered that Jughead’s tent was across the clearing from yours.
Maybe you could—
No. You quickly shook that thought away. You couldn’t do that. But your mind kept going back to Reggie and his smirk. It terrified you all over again. Your thoughts came to a halt when you heard someone outside and you slowly sat up. You heard footsteps coming closer and closer to your tent and your heart rate began to pick up. All of a sudden, you heard someone fumbling with the zipper outside your tent. You were ready to let out a scream when a familiar voice said,
You pulled your sleeping bag covers back.
“Jughead?” you asked, turning your phone light on as you crawled to the opening of the tent, unzipping the entrance. You were greeted by a worried Jughead who quickly crawled into the tent, zipping it back up.
“Wh—“ you began but stopped when Jughead turned his attention back to you.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
You looked at him with a confused expression.
“Yeah, of course. What’s the—“
“Reggie,” he said, cutting you off. “I heard him and his friends talking about what he said to you earlier.”
Fear flooded you as you remembered Reggie’s laugh and hot breath on you. You snapped out of it when you felt Jughead’s hands take yours.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t come earlier. The chaperones were patrolling the area. Reggie’s not going to hurt you, okay?” he said. “I’m gonna stay with you tonight. Just in case.”
You sighed in relief and hugged the raven-haired boy.
“Thank you, Jughead. Thank you.” you whispered as he hugged you back.
The two of you pulled away and Jughead smiled at you.
“I brought snacks,” he said, pulling out a deck of cards with one hand. “And snacks.” he said, pulling out a small bag of chips and a big bag of candy with the other.
You stifled your laugh, not wanting the chaperones to find Jughead in your tent.
“God, you’re a nerd,” you said jokingly. You smiled at the teenage boy. “But seriously. Thanks, Juggie.”
You looked at the cards.
“You up for a game of War?” you asked.
Jughead rolled his eyes.
“You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.” you mumbled to Jughead as you chewed on a Snickers bar.
Jughead rolled his eyes.
“Don’t care,” he said and put down a 3 of Hearts. “Dammit.” he swore.
You giggled. You had only one card left but you still clung onto the hope that you could win.
“Alright, so all I need is a 4 to get some cards back. Should be easy.” you said cockily.
You quickly flipped your last card over, revealing a two. Your mouth fell open at it and Jughead laughed.
“Well, that’s tragic.” he said.
You shoved your best friend’s shoulder and pouted, unable to keep a smile off your face. You also couldn’t help but notice how handsome he looked in his pajamas. The sweatpants didn’t do much, but the tight white tank top showing off his toned arms made you blush furiously.
“Oh, shush. Get out of here.” you joked.
Jughead’s eyes widened.
“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!” he said jokingly pointing to the sleeping bag the two of you were sitting on.
You laughed and looked at your phone. 2:32.
“Juggie, we should get to bed,” you said, putting your phone down. “It’s 2:30.”
Jughead sighed but nodded. He took his beanie off and placed it to the side, crawling under the covers of the moderately big sleeping bag. You joined him and you groaned quietly as the large amount of candy you ate that evening began to kick in. Jughead chuckled.
“The candy?” he asked.
You nodded and groaned again, pulling the covers over your shoulders.
“Yeah.” you mumbled.
Jughead shook his head.
“I told you you shouldn’t’ve eaten all of it.”
Jughead chuckled again.
“Night, Jug.” you said, turning your phone light off.
Thirty minutes later, you were still awake. Although you knew the chance that Reggie would come into your tent was now slimmer than ever, you were still nervous.
“Jughead?” you whispered.
“Yeah?” he said instantly.
So he couldn’t sleep either.
“I can’t sleep,” you said. You were silent for a moment. “I’m scared.”
Jughead sighed and turned to look at you through the dark.
“If you can’t sleep…we could have sex? That would scare Reggie off.” he joked.
Your cheeks turned bright red.
“Jughead!” you loudly whispered.
“I’m kidding, Y/N,” he said before turning serious. “Come here,” he said, signaling for you get closer.
You snuggled into him, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach as Jughead held you protectively.
“They won’t hurt you, okay?” he said softly. “I won’t let them. I promise. Go to sleep.”
You nodded, feeling a lot better and closed your eyes, falling asleep to Jughead’s heartbeat.
“Shh! Veronica!” Betty loudly whispered as Veronica giggled and dragged her to your tent.
“Veronica! It’s like 6 in the morning! No one’s up yet!” Betty said, yawning.
“Exactly! Betty, I just want to surprise her! Like I surprised you!” Veronica said, smiling widely.
Betty glared at the beaming girl.
“You didn’t surprise me, you scared me.” she said.
Veronica rolled her eyes.
“Same thing.” she said before zipping open your tent.
She opened her mouth ready to “surprise” you, but stopped when she saw you and Jughead.
“Oh my—“ she began but stopped when Betty stooped to her level to see what the Lodge girl was looking at.
“What are you—oh.” the blonde said.
You and Jughead were asleep and Jughead was… spooning you?
“Oh God, they’re so cute when they’re asleep.” Veronica said, taking out her phone and snapping some pictures.
“Veronica!” Betty exclaimed.
“What?” Veronica asked, looking towards her best friend. “It’s true.”
A/N: And that was the massive mashup! I hope you guys enjoyed! Please send me feedback! Thanks!!
Walking hand in hand through the park down mainstreet like RIGHT when it opens. And he hasn’t been since he was little so it’s all new and exciting to him, but he can’t get over the way your eyes light up when you see the castle. And he thinks you’re so fucking cute the way you scurry around all excited and take pictures of everything. And the little Minnie ears on your head make him want to cry because you’re so adorable. So he can’t stop himself from catching up to you, holding on to your hips, and kissing your nose before straightening out your ears.
He’d take a picture with you in front of the castle, all dimpled and smiley, and he’d have one arm around you while you kinda curled into his side and put a hand on his chest. And maybe whoever is taking the picture gets a candid of you laughing and him smiling down at you.
He’d ride all the rides, even the dumb ones like dumbo the flying elephant because he wants to try EVERYTHING while he’s here with you. And he’d feel like a kid. He’d probably buy Mickey ears or a big Goofy hat to wear because he’s a dork. He’d sit with you on all the rides and keep giggling at you to “PUT YOUR ARMS UP!” He’d probably buy all the pictures too. On the slow rides like Pirates or Small World he’d keep an arm draped around your shoulder. He’d look around at everything with a smile but he’d also check in with you. “You good? Hungry? Should we eat after this?”
On haunted mansion he’d keep trying to jump scare you and then giggling. Also he’d try to figure out the animatronics. And he’d giggle like a little boy during the graveyard scene. Also, on splash mountain, he’d trick you into sitting in the seat that’s gonna get you the most wet during the big drop, and he’d giggle and hide behind you. And probably make a face at the camera during the big drop.
Also I think he’s the type to pose with all the characters. He’d meet your favorite princess and then for the picture he’d pose between you two. Both of you would link arms with him and he’d do a very Princely pose. Or if you met a handsome prince (like Naveen or Flynn Rider) he would joke about you having a crush. Also? His face when he’s posing with a villain?!??? Pretending to be all nervous but he’s so smiley and giggly.
He’d probably watch a parade with you too, standing behind you with his hands on your hips OR his arms draped over your shoulders, giving you frequent neck and cheek kisses and smiling because you’re so in awe of all the floats and you’re waving at all the princesses. And he’d cuddle you during the fireworks too, kissing you a lot and resting his forehead against yours. “I love you.” Teasing you because you always get misty eyed during the fireworks, no matter how many times you’ve seen them.
Thanks to the wonderful blueseraphima who I can never thank enough, I have the texts of GoRa’s currently ongoing series of short stories 4 Seasons of K, subtitled ~Seasonal short stories that might have happened~ and published monthly. This is the third story of the series, about Homura’s flower viewing experience.