#brothers headcanons game

[hero-deserves-to-be-happy]

🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳 :DD

Hi Lilac! Thank you so much for your ask and for participating in our special brothers headcanons request event! 🥰 Here are a few fluffy Hero and Kel siblings headcanons for you. We hope you enjoy them!

🥳-- Hero and Kel Siblings Fluff Headcanons

When Kel was about two years old, he had a very bad cold with a nasty cough. 5-year-old Hero was so worried about his little brother and his coughing that he crawled out of his bed in the middle of night and curled up beside Kel's crib to keep an eye on his. In the morning, their parents found him fast asleep holding Kel's tiny hand through the crib bars.

While shopping at a department store, Kel and Hero once found a pair of very expensive athletic shoes marked down on clearance. Kel wanted them very much, but they were too big for him at the time. Still, after much begging (mostly by Kel), their parents bought them with the intention that they would eventually be passed down from Hero to Kel when Hero outgrew them and Kel grew into them. Knowing how much his brother wanted those shoes and feeling bad that Kel always got his hand-me-downs, Hero rarely ever wore them. Instead, he wore his old shoes as long as he could even as they were falling apart and his feet grew too big for them. It was worth it when he finally passed them down to Kel in perfect condition.

Since Hero is very afraid of spiders, Kel has always taken care of any spiders they find in their room. Kel knows that even though spiders scare Hero, he would feel bad if Kel just started smashing them, so he always scoops them up and places them outside (often on the window sill). Even after all these years, Hero doesn't realize Kel is doing this for his benefit and thinks his brother is just very kind and sensitive to spiders.

[squeakyducky]

Favouritism is real

[zephyrchama]

"Welcome back, it's been a while."

After a long time has passed, how might the Obey Me! demons welcome you home with a hug?

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Lucifer tries to approach you in a calm and collected manner, but that facade easily crumbles as he gets closer. His pace quickens and his expression melts into an inscrutable blend of emotion. The man is fighting to stay composed.

He pulls you towards him, unwilling to wait a moment longer to have you in his arms. His gloved hands wrap around your back and waist with a secure grip. Your toes brush the ground as his hug lifts you to eye level, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Welcome back, I've missed you."

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Mammon sprints up with the goofiest grin imaginable plastered on his face. He catches himself at the last moment though, grinding to a halt as a blush creeps over his ears. He wants to be cool. "You sure are a piece a work to keep The Great Mammon waiting."

His arrogant act is betrayed by the many glances in your direction. By the way he's clenching his fist so hard his knuckles are white, and by the way he immediately crumbles into your open arms the second you reach out. He throws his arms around your shoulders and digs his face into your neck. He grips the back of your top a little too hard, as if you might leave again any moment.

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Leviathan sheds his insecurities and doubts, all negative emotions, just to be able to bask in your presence again. It's a moment he's looked forward to for weeks. He puts trust into the belief that you've also been looking forward to seeing him.

He wraps his arms and legs around you, unconsciously aiming to get as much skin contact as possible. "I've really missed you, you know!?" he half-shouts before burying his face in your shoulder. You fight to stay standing upright. Every little movement, every minor adjustment in posture you make causes Leviathan to snuggle closer until you can't tell where your limbs end and his begin.

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Satan can't control all of the overwhelming emotions that hit him at once. He grabs hold of your hand, and with a palm on your back he pulls you close until your entire weight leans against him. At your touch, all he can do is smile.

"Glad to see you again." The two of you sway back and forth, turning your hug into a psuedo-Waltz. When you look into his eyes, Satan gives your hand a kiss and presses your intertwined fingers against his face.

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Asmodeus laughs as he barrels into you. "Did you miss me? Of course you did!"

You stumble back several steps yet he catches you before you fall, latching onto your side like a matching puzzle piece. He rubs his cheek over your head, pausing every few seconds to give you a kiss as his free hand enthusiastically traces its way up your back.

Asmodeus is the most reluctant to let go. Making a mess of your hair and clothes only gives him a calculated opportunity to touch you more as he tidies up your appearance. His caress lingers over your collarbone and around your ear. His fingers brush against your mouth, which he then brings to his own lips.

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Beelzebub falls to his knees, relieved to see you return safe and sound and glad to be by your side once more. His arms curl around your hips. He noses his face into your chest and looks up with a content smile as he greets you, "welcome back."

You lean over to return the hug, running your hands through his hair. You don't expect Beelzebub to stand, picking you up in the process. You steady yourself on his shoulders as he rises, his violet eyes not wavering from you for a second, tempting him to steal a kiss.

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Belphegor wraps his arms around your shoulders and practically falls on you. He doesn't seem concerned that you're sinking to the ground. In fact, he's so preoccupied with cuddling up to you that there's no way to avoid sitting on the ground with this demon on top of you.

He curls his body around your legs. You feel his warm breath on your neck as he slowly exhales, "welcome back." He's awake, but nothing will stop him from pretending to be asleep as his grip strength loosens and his face trails down your body.

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Diavolo laughs amicably as you approach. He wants you to come to him, and is so thrilled to have you back. He bends down to latch his arms under yours and swings you around, sweeping you off your feet as you twirl two, three times, then slow to a stop.

"How have you been?" In due time he wants to know everything, and hear all the stories of your time away in detail. For now, he's got you locked in a bear hug. You feel his lips brush over your hair as he lightly swings you back and forth.

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Barbatos' hug is the most restrained. It's simple and polite. At first he was content to just greet you with a gentle handshake and loving gaze. Though, when you request a hug, there is no way he can say no.

He extends his arms around your back, gives you two soft pats, and hesitates for just a moment before letting you go.

At night that evening as you prepare for bed, you find a note in your pocket that Barbatos must have cunningly slipped in without anyone noticing. It's a detailed letter with everything he didn't get to tell you in person.

[notsocooljess]

a silly headcanon i have for peeta is that he is just LOUD. not just his feet when he walks. he has a voice that you can pinpoint out in a crowded room. his laugh can be heard above everyone else’s. sometimes when he gets excited his voice gets even louder and he has to ask katniss “i’m yelling, aren’t i?” when he notices her eyes getting wider. he can command a space with his words but also his sheer volume.

[lolhex12]

broke: Jeremy is captain sunshine golden retriever boy who hides his feelings and his fucked up family situation

woke: actually🤓☝️ Jeremy first met Andrew in juvie when they were 15 & 13 respectively

[inmyheaddd]

half asleep - grayson hawthorne x reader

a/n: someone lmk how to acquire a sleepy grayson to cuddle with for myself pls wc: 368 masterlist

you were wide awake, your leg strewn across grayson’s torso and his arms wrapped around you. he was out like a light, and you should’ve been too. 

you blame the 2 extra coffees you had in the morning. in your defense, you were a walking zombie by 1pm, desperate for a boost of energy.

now, you had been laying there silently awake for an hour; it was impossible to go back to sleep.

you thought you were hilarious, so you slowly got out of his grip, propping yourself up on one elbow. 

“grayson, i need you to buy germany for me.” you whispered as you patted his shoulder.

you were spewing absolute nonsense, playing a prank on your boyfriend that you had seen other people do online.

“what?” he muttered. his slight pout, and the way his brows were furrowed with his eyes still closed made possibly the most adorable sight you’d ever seen.

you tried your hardest to not laugh, “you need to buy germany from the store. i asked you last week.”

“okay, okay, ill do it. just…” he patted his arm around looking for you, “come back to sleep, sweetheart.” he mumbled as he blindly reached for your waist again to pull you in closer, but you stayed put.

“wait but, what about the purple frogs in italy?”

“i’ll get them.” he said with a sleepy groan, “tomorrow.” he pulled you in closer successfully this time, and he grabbed the back of your knee, pulling it over his lower half as he wrapped his other arm around your shoulder.

you were shaking with laughter, biting your bottom lip trying not to wake him up.

his breaths were starting to steady and then you saw his brows furrow again. after a beat of silence, he blinked one open eye at you. 

“sweetheart, germany? as in the whole country?” 

you met his gaze sheepishly, holding back a laugh. “purple frogs in italy? are you alright?” he continued. it was impossible not to laugh now.

“i was just messing with you,” you said in between giggles, “i’m sorry,” you placed a hand on his cheek, and he smiled sleepily at the sound of your laughter, closing his eyes again momentarily. 

“i’ll try and get germany for you. no garauntees, my love, but i’ll do my best.” he mumbled sleepily as he brought your head to his chest, kissing the top of it. 

“what about the purple frogs in italy?” you muttered into his chest with a smile.

he let out a sleepy chuckle, “absolutely not.”

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[pianokantzart]

Anybody else get the vibe that Princess Daisy is the mariner of the group?

The two Mariokart courses themed after her are a boat deck and a harbor, and a major part of Sarasaland– the Muda Kingdom– is almost entirely oceanic.

If she's accustomed to giving commands as a ship captain that would explain why her default volume is so darned loud. It would also explain why she's not available to adventure in most Mario games. If you send her an invitation ahead of time to play tennis or party she'll arrive right on schedule, but you can't exactly call her up spur of the moment to help stop Bowser's latest invasion if she's located in the middle of the ocean somewhere.

[turtleblogatlast]

Fun little silly thought I had about the Lair Games and specifically Leo deliberately losing is all the reasons he could have for doing so.

My favorite headcanon for his main motivation is that Splinter wasn’t proud of him anymore.

I imagine that, in the beginning, winning the Lair Games was Leo’s opportunity to shine. He wasn’t artistic or the baby of the family like Mikey, wasn’t a tech genius who created amazing inventions like Donnie, wasn’t the eldest who was insanely strong and dependable like Raph. So he had to shine somewhere else- anywhere else- and what better way to get attention than to be a winner? A champion?

And then he won too much. And it wasn’t special anymore. He got too big headed, too cocky, he knew this was his element and he ran with it.

Splinter’s words of congratulations slowly petered out. Suddenly, there was no real reason to win.

Winning feels empty when the only one cheering you on is yourself.

So- Leo schemed. And he’s a great schemer, fooling his whole family (and Donnie did deserve a win- people were way happier when he won.)

He even gave up his prized possession! His room!

Though he knows his brothers probably think it’s a bad prize. A terrible one, even.

Leo doesn’t sleep much as is, though. So Dad’s snores were more comforting than anything. It was reassuring to hear him so clearly alive and close by.

Even if the distance between them was larger than Leo’d like.

He’d just have to find something else, something more to show his dad that Leo was someone to trust, to be proud of, to love.

He gets his chance soon after, when he needs to pull off a plan against Big Mama at his dad’s side. Leo can only hope this victory is one that has a lasting effect when his father looks at him with pride once more.

Victory, for Leo, is a pretty loaded term.

[max-nico]

Older adult-ish Sonic with toddler Tails who runs up to him and just gives him the autism(tm) stare.

Sonic is just "????? What's up kid??" Kinda confused but always willing to hear the kit out.

Tails, very forcefully states, "The North Empire X-15 holds the record for the fastest speed ever achieved by a manned, powered aircraft. It reached a top speed of Mach 6.72, or 4,520 miles per hour, OR 7,274 kilometers per hour during a flight in 1967." And very gleefully looks up at Sonic for validation.

It's a bit of a surprise, definitely not what Sonic expected to come out of the kids mouth, and he only partially understood what he said, but he very nonchalantly responds "eh, seems kinda slow to me. I could beat it, no sweat."

And little Tails is just.... In awe, and genuinely thinks Sonic is literally the coolest thing ever

[mollywog]

Peeta finds out that the Katniss plant is sometime referred to as Swamp Potato and this becomes his new favorite nickname for Katniss.

Swamp Potato becomes my sweet little potato becomes just Sweet Potato, (this one drives her a little mad since that’s a completely different plant), sometimes abbreviated to Sweet P. At some point along the line the nickname fades almost completely to an occasional utterance of P (endlessly confusing to the casual observer.)

Until one day Katniss offhandedly praises the toastbaby boy with a ‘good job buddy,’ which Peeta overhears, and paired with the way baby boy sleeps swaddled like a little potato - they begins referring to him as spud.

[hero-deserves-to-be-happy]

Feeling a bit down at the moment :b

🎉 & 🥳 some good old fluff never hurt^^

Aww we're sorry to hear that you're feeling down. We hope you feel better soon! Please get plenty of rest and take care of yourself (it's what Hero would want). 💙 In the meantime, we hope these fluffy headcanons brighten your spirits a little bit. Thank you so much for the request and for participating in our special brothers headcanons request event! 🥰

🎉-- Hero & Kel Siblings Childhood Fluff

When Kel was in the 3rd grade, he had to write a report on his hero for school. When he came to his brother and told him he wanted to write about him, Hero was so surprised and thought that maybe Kel had misunderstood the assignment. He gently explained to him that his teacher didn't mean he had to write a report about someone named "Hero"--he was just supposed to write about his hero, someone he looked up and wanted to be like. Kel just blinked at him and asked so sincerely, "Well...what if my hero's name is Hero? Is that okay?"

Hero had never felt so emotionally moved in his life, and he pulled Kel into a tight hug reassuring him that that would be just fine.

🥳 -- Hero & Kel Siblings Fluff

Hero had never been very sporty, but he came to all of Kel's basketball games in order to cheer him on. It meant so much to Kel to have his brother there supporting him that he tried to return the favor by showing up to Hero's academic competitions (Matheletes, Academic Decathalon, Debate Club ect.) dressed in their school colors like he was heading to a sporting event. He sometimes even went all-out with face paint and pom poms. Even though Kel cheered very (and a little embarrassingly) loudly and often got shushed by security and/or the event organizers, it warmed Hero's heart every time he heard Kel cheer or saw him in the crowd, and he could never really find the words to tell Kel how much his enthusiasm, encouragement, and support meant to him.

[squeakyducky]

EVERYBODY TAKE A LOOK AT THIS

Lucifer's reaction when MC told him they want to marry him

He's so adorable please 😭😭😭

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[silly-little-gooses]

averyjameson: I wonder if we’re together in every universe

averyjameson in other universes:

[tu2tru]

彡Falling Asleep On The Obey Me Brother's Shoulders ⋆·˚ ༘ *🔭

⸝⸝ ((sfw // no gendered words, pronouns, or names // no "y/n" / "m/c" (but its u ! ) // gender neutral // :)

─── ☆･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆. ───

.ᐟ𝖫𝗎𝖼𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗋

You'd fall asleep on his shoulder as he's working on some very important paper work. Just you and him, alone, in a softly lit room. He's under some pressure, but your touch calms him down. He allows it to happen, with your presence allowing him to focus better. Whenever you do wake up, he'll check in on you, asking if you slept well.

.ᐟ 𝘔𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯

At first, he's a little shocked, but he quickly adapts. He's happy and excited at the way you fell asleep on his shoulder! He might even boast about it, feeling happy it was his shoulder and not anybody else's. He wants you to be comfortable, and will try to stay still, while also wrapping his arm around you and giving your head some soft kisses.

.ᐟ 𝖫𝖾𝗏𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇

VERY flustered. He tries to stay as still as possible. He's unsure what to do with himself, and his heart is beating very fast. Despite this, he doesn't want the environment to be uncomfortable, so he will try to ease into it, still not moving. Any electronics he was using before, he turns the volume down as to not disturb you. He hopes you feel comfortable on his shoulder. He just blushes at the sight of you on him.

.ᐟ 𝖲𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗇

You lay on him and fall asleep while he's reading to you. His heart jumps at the touch, but he quickly calms down once he realizes that you've just fallen asleep on his shoulder. It's just you, and he lowers his guard. He actually becomes defensive over you, if other's make any noise, or if anybody tries to wake you up, he will get angry with them. He wants you to sleep well with little disturbances, and will make sure of it.

.ᐟ 𝖠𝗌𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗎𝗌

Thinks you look absolutely adorable asleep on his shoulder! Your face, your breathing, your sleepy eyes, all of it he just gushes over. He admires you with a smile, and his sweet smell soothes you to sleep. He softly rubs your shoulders and massages your head, resisting the urge to just squeeze you!

.ᐟ 𝖡𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗓𝖾𝖻𝗎𝖻

He immediately feels calm, relaxing with you and just sitting there in silence with you. He may get hungry during your time together, but he doesn't want the moment to end, so he will ignore all hunger. Though, he is a little nervous about his stomach grumbling and waking you up.

.ᐟ 𝖡𝖾𝗅𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗀𝗈𝗋

You calm him down a lot, enough for him to fall asleep with you. He'll wrap his coat around the both of you and give you his pillow to rest on. He rests his head on your head, and you both sleep together for a long time. After waking up, he will want to do that some more with you! Sleeping with you is the best he's slept in a while.

[riddles-n-games]

That moment when Nash showed the heirloom ring to his brothers: Jameson: Sh*t, I’m next. Later that night: Jameson: *drafting up his vows*

[inmyheaddd]

just feeling my way back to you - grayson hawthorne x reader

a/n: this was supposed to be a flashback in a grayson series i’m working on but idk if im ever gonna post it 💔 summary: having what was supposed to be a relaxing picnic by the river, took a very unexpected turn when it started raining. heavily. warnings: rain kiss rain kiss rain kiss!! nothing really tho wc: 1.6k masterlist

you and grayson sat by a creek-river hybrid, the sun painting a golden hue over everything as the water beneath you seemed to glitter. 

there wasn’t much noise, apart from the rustling of leaves, the sound of the water, and of course, you and grayson’s non stop quiet chatter and laughter.

the air sent a breeze down your spine, but it did nothing to bother you. you don’t think anything could ever ruin this moment with you and grayson, with your head on his shoulder as you brought your knees to your chest.

well, one thing nearly came close. 

you felt a drop of water on your nose, making you sit up fully as you let out a small gasp. 

“oh my god, is it raining?” you reached your hand to wipe the droplet off your nose, only for more to start dropping on your face, faster, too.

you didn’t see the way grayson’s face turned into a slight frown when you lifted your head off his shoulder, you were too preoccupied with looking at the clouds as more rain started falling down, almost in awe.

grayson then found himself smiling as he watched you look up to the sky and laugh, a sound he’d replay over and over on a record player in his mind. 

his gaze stayed on your face as you tilted your head back down and looked at him, a grin spreading across your face. 

“i have an idea,” you said in a sing-song voice. 

“no.” he deadpanned. 

“i didn’t even tell you!” 

grayson raised his eyebrows at you, a hint of laughter in his voice. “your ideas in situations like these are never good.” 

your jaw fell open in mock offense. “never good? well that’s just a lie.”

his lips threatened to turn up. you would’ve barely noticed if it was anyone else, but you noticed everything about grayson. 

“i apologize, never sensible.” he corrected himself.

it was already raining harder now, but you paid it no mind. looking into grayson’s eyes felt the same as looking up at the stormy skies. 

“and when was the last time you had fun doing something sensible?” you retorted, and now grayson’s barely there smile fully cracked. 

it made way for a chuckle as he looked away from you, a light shake of his head before he ran a hand through his hair. 

you knew you’d gotten him with that one, muttering a small, “exactly.” as you turned yourself around, looking through the bag you’d brought with you. 

after flicking through extra clothes, snacks, your phones, and a speaker, you found the item you were looking for. 

“hey, grayson, this is waterproof, right?” you called out to him as you pulled his camera out of its cover. 

obviously grayson hawthorne’s far-too-expensive camera was waterproof, who were you kidding?

he hummed lowly, more in confusion as to answering your question. 

leaning forward with your legs crossed, you you set up the camera against a tree stump beside you, pressing the record button as grayson watched you — still slightly befuddled.

“hey guys, it’s raining!” you spoke into the camera, adjusting it so you and grayson were in frame with the scene behind you.

“—i’m with grayson hawthorne right now, on a sunday, 6:32 pm, and it’s raining!” you reiterated yourself with a laugh, setting the frame for whatever version of yourself would be looking back at this video in the future. you with grayson, you’d silently hoped.

as you talked, grayson looked at you like you were so much more than you actually were, with so much love in his eyes. it stilled you for a moment as you saw it in the camera. 

your attention was no longer on the camera as you sat upright again, looking at grayson with an ever present smile on your face. 

“what?” you laughed quietly.

in all of his hawthorne manner, he answered your question with one of his own. “what are you doing?” he said, his voice low, almost drowned out with the patter of the rain and sounds around you. 

and in all of your “i love annoying grayson” manner, you didn’t answer his question. you simply grabbed the camera and stood up, and his gaze followed you the whole time.

you jogged towards the river, the rain soaking through your clothes as you went, and set the camera up again on a large rock. grayson’s eyes widened slightly as he watched you.

"what are you doing?" he projected his voice over the rain, punctuating each word as he grew concerned. 

you shot him a quick look over your shoulder, your smile growing even wider. "making real memories!” you exclaimed.

before he could protest, you made sure everything was in frame on the camera, then took a few steps back, your bare feet sliding a little on the wet grass.

"you’re not serious," grayson stated as he followed after you, but there was a tiny hint of humour in his tone now.

"oh, i’m so serious!" you shouted back, already running toward the water.

"sweetheart, wait—" grayson reached out as if to stop you, but it was too late.

you launched yourself off the bank and into the river with a squeal, the cold water hitting you like a shock to the system. it wasn’t that deep— coming up to just below your chest. 

grayson stood frozen for a second, shaking his head as he watched you pop up, gasping and laughing, water streaming down your face as you smoothed your hair back.

"come in!" you called, laughing breathlessly, lifting your arms to show him how much fun you were having. "you know you want to!" you added, giggling to no end.

he hesitated, eyes flicking to the camera that was still recording. "i have absolutely no desire to go in. i truly worry for your sanity sometimes.” 

"my sanity may be questionable, but at least i’m having fun!" you countered, the water swirling around your legs as the rain kept falling. "this is all on camera, gray. if you don’t come in, you’ll be known forever as the grumpy blonde who stood on the sidelines, while i had the time of my life." 

grayson davenport hawthorne would forever be known as a lot of things— and you knew you were going to keep this video as a keepsake for just you two. precious, untarnished with the effects from anyone else. just yours.

maybe not everyone would know the real him— which in fact wasn’t the grumpy blonde like you had joked — but you did. and you were endlessly thankful for that.

grayson let out a deep, exasperated sigh, running a hand through his wet hair before speaking. “you’re going to be the death of me, sweetheart.” 

"so are you getting in or not?" you teased, splashing water in his direction.

grayson looked at you for a second longer, hesitant, before pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his toned chest that had you grinning. 

this was always how it went with you two, but you liked — no, you loved it.

it was second nature for you two; you doing something he found reckless, and him following after you anyway. you completed eachother. 

he kicked off his shoes, then without another word, ran towards the water and landed with a massive splash.

you let out a huge squeal, shielding yourself from the wave and laughing uncontrollably as grayson surfaced, shaking the water from his hair.

you threw your head back laughing as grayson approached you. “i can’t believe you got in!” 

he let out a chuckle as he ran a hand through his hair, “you could get me to do just about anything on this planet.” he said softly, his hands finding your waist as the rain continued to pour around you.

you felt your heart skip a beat, but you didn’t let it show. you smiled up at him, the sound of the rain pattering against the water filling your senses. “just about?” you teased.

“anything.” he corrected himself, pulling you even closer against the water. 

"oh, that’s a dangerous amount of power to give someone, isn’t it?” you joked, putting your arms around grayson’s neck. “especially for a hawthorne like you." 

"oh, undoubtedly.” he teased you right back with a barely there smile, as one of his hands trailed up to caress your face. 

“even more so when it’s you." his voice was all low and smooth, it nearly turned you into putty in his arms.

"you’re lucky i don’t plan on abusing it," you said quietly, trying to keep things light, but you felt your heart hammering against your chest as his face drew nearer to yours. this would never get old.

he let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head. "you already have, sweetheart." 

he said those words before finally pressing his lips to yours, and the kiss was perfect. it was everything and more that you could’ve ever hoped for, it was the rain kiss of your dreams. 

and just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, grayson’s hands travelled down to your thighs, signaling for you to wrap your legs around his torso. 

and that you did. 

you fought breaking into a smile as your hands weaved through his wet hair, and as you felt his hands on your body. 

it was nothing you hadn’t felt before, but it still gave you fireworks every damn time. 

—

as you pulled back back, both breathless and panting against eachother, you asked him a question. 

“you think that cameras still recording?” you murmured into the tiny space between you. 

“it can record for up to 48 hours before its battery begins to drain, its—”

you cut him off with a quiet laugh, “gray, a simple yes or no would’ve sufficed.”

he smiled, nodding and somehow putting his lips even closer without kissing you, “yes, then.” he breathed out— but you had a feeling he wasn’t really talking about the camera anymore as he pulled you in for another total mind-numbing, record breaking kiss. 

you didn’t need that camera to know that this moment would never be forgotten between the two of you.

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