❛I can't be the ONLY one who remembers that time we            you and I took one of each of Aphrodite's shoe collection            and sent it to a random god with a pink bow and a winking            Betty boo valentine card. Remember? She was furious.

                        And we got away with eeeeevrything.❜

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; send me ❛ brush ❜ for my character’s reaction to your character running their fingers through my character’s hair. 

The thing about sundays is that neither one of them has to move. That's why Killie loves them so much. Because both he and Harry can just stay in bed and relax, and be with each other, and only move for food or for the bathroom. 

It usually starts with them rolling around, finding a good position, but eventually they settle with Killie lying between Harry's legs, half on top of him. Killie kisses over his chest, over his ribs and his collarbones, but he's distracted by the hand in his hair. He arches up into the touch, smiling as Harry does it again, and he grins, shuffling forward to kiss him.

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Killie comes home from college mad. Seething, in fact. Because out of the three sports teams he's on for his scholarship (the three being football, lacrosse and baseball), he's the best at lacrosse. He really is. And the trophy they won today was his, by right. And one of his team mates, Manny, just took it. Like he owned it. Like he'd earned it. So yeah, Killie is pissed. He throws his bag down by the door, slams said door shut, and then throws himself down on the sofa with a scowl.