jessie & asher

1. and he’s been drinking, which he normally doesn’t do but on that night he needed it. and he forgot to call jessie to tell him he would be coming home late, but once she enters his mind he has to go home to see her. stumbling into the apartment he goes to her room, waking her up because he needed her attention. they hadn’t been as close as usual lately, jessie’s boyfriend had come between them. and as he holds her face between his hands, and kisses her all over he thinks of her lips; the one place he hasn’t kissed yet. leaning forward again he clumsily presses a kiss on her lips, moving back with the fear of upsetting her. “was that okay?”

2. now the two of them never really fought, but they had little arguments over silly things. but each one felt explosive, like they had been screaming at each other when it was actually just them disagreeing and going silent. this time wasn’t any different but it plagued him, so he goes into her bedroom and climbs in bed beside her. “i love you,” he whispers, kissing the back of her head as he pulls her to him.

3. the entire crowd goes wild, yells and screams erupting from either sides of him. of course he had no idea what was going on, but he did know that jessie’s team had just won the game. and she’s running to him, flying into his arms as he catches her and spins her around. “you did it princess,” he murmurs before kissing her.

4. they’ve never done anything more than kiss, and he’s walked in on her well... doing that. asher can’t really contain himself as he kneels in front of her, taking her face between his hands and kissing her hard, almost desperately. he only remembers little things, the way his skin brushed against hers, they way her small hands tugged at shirt, his pants, the way she felt under his mouth, and most importantly the way they felt about each other.

5. he’s coming out of his haze, everything that was once a blur now becoming clear, and god the hatred in his stomach is rising up until it fills him completely. but in the midst of everything, there she is. his sunshine breaking through the darkness, with her hands running through his hair, pulling his much bigger body into her lap, pressing small kisses to his head. 

skkylar & kit

1. it’s their first date, and he’s nervous. it’s not like the two had had a good history, what with kit misgendering him. but how would he have known? he was wearing a dress for christ’s sake. but he gives him another chance, after all, he was pretty cute, and polite. and he can’t stop apologizing because he had brought skkylar to dinner where he worked as a waiter, and skkylar can’t stop laughing because it’s adorable and “don’t worry kit i get a discount so you don’t have to pay full price.” but he won’t shut up, so through a sudden burst of braveness, he leans forward and presses his lips to the other’s.

2. he had always known that kit was in the navy, but to see him leave hurt way more than he thought. they stand on the porch of his house, kit’s face between skkylar’s hands as he tip toes to kiss him. their kiss is soft, and a little wet due to his tears. "i’m going to miss you stupid,” he murmurs, giving him one last tight hug before he has to leave.

3. skkylar lays with his head on his pillow, looking at kit sideways through the screen. the camera gave him a weird blueish tint, and he laughs a little at it. kit’s dog cinnabon lays between him and the laptop, her face pressed right up the the screen. “someone else misses you too,” he comments, tilting the camera so the dog could be seen. when kit announces he has to go, tears flood to his eyes as he nods. “okay i’ll talk to you soon baby, i love you.” and he hugs cinnabon tightly before blowing kit a kiss as the skype call ends.