I've been writing drabbles (100-500 words) on request and posting them to my tumblr ( gins-potter), and decided to post them here in a bind-up. They're based off a list of 'non-sexual acts of intimacy' prompts that I'll add at the end of this note. Feel free to request any pairing and any prompt (even if it's already been done) by leaving a comment on this story or an ask on my tumblr.

The full list of prompts is:
- Finding the other wearing their clothes
- Holding hands
- Having their hair washed by the other
- One falling asleep with their head in the other's lap.
- Cuddling in a blanket fort
- Sharing a bed
- Head scratches
- Sharing a dessert
- Shoulder rubs
- Reading a book together
- Caring for each other while ill
- Patching up a wound
- Taking a bath together
- One character playing with the other's hair
- Accidentally falling asleep together
- Forehead or cheek kisses
- One character adjusting the other's jewelry/neck tie/ etc.
- Back scratches
- Reacting to the other one crying about something
- Slow dancing

The first chapter is Brandon/Stella - Reacting to the other one crying about something

"Hey, do you- oh."

Stella twisted where she lay curled upon the armchair, turning her head away from Brandon. "What do you want?" she snapped, wiping hurriedly at the black smudges her tears had made out of her mascara.

"I- uh-" Brandon stuttered, clearly uncomfortable by her tears. "Me, Sky and Timmy were going into Magix? For a pizza? And wondered if maybe you wanted to come?" Brandon's voice lifted every time he paused, making it sound like question after question.

"Does it look like I want to come?" she asked, voice still hard, and still not looking at him.

"No, I- uh, I guess not."

"Then go away."

There was silence, then a creak, and Stella sighed, left alone in the dorm once again. She'd just gotten back from spending semester break at her family's palace, where her parents had decided to tell her that their separation was no longer just a separation, and that they were intending to divorce. She'd left the royal throne room and stepped straight into the spaceship standing by to bring her back where thankfully her dorm-mates hadn't returned yet.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

In her surprise, Stella forgot what a mess she must look like and glanced over her shoulder at where Brandon was still standing. His expression was so warm, and so sure, that she surprised herself even more by nodding.