pride month challenge - day three - mistake
trimberly - something’s kinda fishy
“I made a mistake. When are you going to forgive me?”
“A mistake?!” Trini dropped the breakfast dishes into the sink with a clatter before turning to face her girlfriend with her hands on her hips. “I was gone for four days! I trusted you!”
“And I told you I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, Trin.” Kim kept her distance, knowing better than to crowd Trini at the moment. “I’m going to fix it.”
“I don’t know if you can,” Trini said quietly. “It’s bad enough it happened, but then you tried to trick me that it didn’t.”
“I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s too late for that,” Trini snapped.
“If you’ll just let me explain-”
“Explain what?! That I can’t trust you? That you can’t just be honest with me when you fuck up?”
“For god’s sake!” Kim threw her hands up in the air. “They were just fish!”
Trini slammed her hands down on the kitchen island between them. “They were my fish! I’ve had them since the day we moved out on our own!”
“They aren’t supposed to live long anyway, right?”
“Certainly not around you!”
“I tried, okay! I’m sorry!”
“I still don’t understand how you overfeed fish!! I told you exactly how much to feed them!”
“I didn’t want to starve them to death,” Kim defended. “I didn’t know they’d die from eating too much.”
“It’s not even the fact that you didn’t follow my instructions and killed them,” Trini said. “But you replaced them and pretended like nothing happened?”
“I didn’t think you’d notice. They’re just fish.”
“And the first things I’m responsible for on my own,” Trini added. “They don’t even look the same!”
“They don’t?” Kim blinked.
“No. Trent Reznor was a darker blue and James Hetfield was more yellow than orange.”
“Oh,” Kim said. She took a few steps closer to Trini but still left space between them. “I’m really sorry. In my defense, you know I killed two hamsters when I was a kid before my parents outlawed pets.”
“You’re right. It was my mistake not asking one of the guys to come over and check on the fish.”
“I understand you’re upset and disappointed in me, but I don’t get why you’re this mad,” Kim said. “It’s not like it was two dogs.”
“Would you have killed them, too? Or a baby?”
“A baby?” Kim shook her head. “Where did that come from?”
“I know we’re still young and haven’t talked about it, but I wanna be a mom one day. In five years...or in ten...and I’ve been thinkin’ about how I wanna do it with you. But how can I when you can’t even take care of pets?”
Kim moved to Trini’s side and placed a hand over one of hers on the countertop. “There’s a huge difference between a fish and a real, live human child,” she said. “Would I be the perfect mom? No. Far from it. But I think it’s something we’d learn together. I never even thought it was something I wanted, but with you I do. This mistake doesn’t mean that you can’t keep dreaming about having a baby with me, Trin. I don’t want you to.”
Trini sighed and stood up, turning her hand to hold Kim’s. “I...shouldn’t have implied you’d be a bad mom. I know you’d be a great one. I just...I don’t want us being the couple that lies and tricks each other. And, yeah, the disappointment that you couldn’t do that one thing for me hurts, but...maybe I got more mad than I shoulda.”
“No. You had a right to be mad. I shouldn’t have lied and tried to trick you with new fish. I just didn’t want to let you down. I love you. When we moved in here out of the dorms we promised each other we were in this for good until we have rings to prove it, and I still am. Even on days you hate me.”
“I don’t hate you, Princess,” Trini said softly. She moved her arms around Kim’s neck. “Not for a second.”
“And you know, I think my problem is I’ve only been around pets that aren’t...interactive. What if we...picked out a kitten? I can start my mom practice early.”
“A kitten that I’d be taking care of?”
“No. We both would. Maybe if I had a connection with a pet it’d be easier to take care of it’s needs.”
“That kinda makes sense…”
“It’s Saturday, I’m sure we could find an adoption drive somewhere. To look, at least.”
“You really wanna get a cat with me?” Trini asked, staring up into Kim’s eyes.
“Yeah, I do,” Kim nodded.
“I think we could go look.”
“I do have one condition,” Kim said.
“What’s that?”
“We’re not naming him or her after some musician.”
“And what were your hamsters names?”
“Hammy One and Hammy Two.”
“How original,” Trini drawled.
“Do you forgive me?”
Trini cupped Kim’s cheek and pulled her down close to her lips. “I forgive you, Princess, but that doesn’t mean I won’t remind you from time to time over the years.” And she kissed her.
Hello friends! The Trimberly Dwarves Discord Server and I are hosting year 3 of Trimberly Week. We’re making the categories more vague this year as the fandom has grown much smaller. All writers, artists, gif makers, video editors, etc. can participate!
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(don’t ask why) I can paint a picture of you in my mind
rating: T
category: F/F
fandom: power rangers (2017)
relationships: kimberly hart/trini
summary: It’s absolutely infuriating how she can’t even help herself at this point. She used to be able to just feel the urge to draw and pluck something from her imagination to work on. Now, every time she goes to put pen to paper it’s nothing but Kim. And it’s fucking embarrassing. So, she shoves it deep, deep down into the depths of her chest, as far as it allows, and settles herself in the fact that she’s cursed to just let her feelings pour out into sketches in a notebook and remain there, forever, unspoken.
or
Trini has a bunch of sketches of Kim’s face and name in her Biology notebook and she’s fine with living with the guilt of that and her huge crush until she accidentally gives Kim the wrong notebook and oh god she’s got to get that thing back before Kim sees.
So I wrote a thing if anyone is interested in reading. I also procrastinated while writing said thing and made a moodboard.
“Uh. No?” Kim reaches out to quickly pat out the little burst of flame that flares up again in the aftermath of her attempt at dinner, avoiding eye contact the whole time. Trini’s pretty sure there’s cream in her hair. “I’m pretty sure you don’t.”
Trini’s not sure what she expected when she walked in the door. Flowers, maybe. Or wine. Maybe one of those oversized stuffed animals, like the one Kim had surprised her with a couple birthdays before. Hell, she wouldn’t have been shocked if she walked into their home and Kim had a string quartet or some shit like that - she and Kim have been together for seven years and in that time, Trini’s seen her fair share of her girlfriend’s extravagant displays of affection.
It used to bother her a little. Not the displays themselves, but rather how good Kim was at showing her care in this way. Trini was never one for grand declarations or big gestures. For a while, right at their start, there were many nights Trini spent scared out of her fucking mind that Kim would get tired of never having her big gestures reciprocated, would get tired of dating someone who panicked every time she took her hand in public. That she would get tired of Trini.
The voice that used to whisper shit like that has been mostly quiet for years now; Kim, when Trini finally came out with what had been keeping her up at night, had made it clear that there was no underlying resentment at Trini’s quieter care.
“How can you say that?” Kim had asked, her expression cycling through worry to hurt to confusion and back again. “You’re, like, the only person that will watch Chopped with me.”
For their anniversary this year, Trini built Kim a new vanity after her old one was sacrificed in the name of sexcapades (in Trini’s defense, she didn’t know the joint connecting the tabletop to the leg was already weak when she grabbed onto it in a fit of ecstasy. Really, she should blame Kim for doing that thing). And in the days leading to this, the seven year mark on their relationship, Trini’s been making wild guesses at what Kim would do.
“Are you whisking me away to the French Riviera?” she’d asked over breakfast a few weeks prior.
“Trini, we both know we don’t make enough for that,” Kim had mumbled back through a mouthful of cereal.
Valid.
“Roadtrip to South-by-Southwest?” Trini had guessed while they watched Brooklyn 99 reruns a few days ago.
Kim stuck her with a deadpan look. “Do you really think I would be able to keep it to myself if I landed us tickets to that?”
Also valid.
And finally, this morning, Trini had, in between slow, languorous kisses, briefly wondered, “Are you proposing?”
Kim had just kissed her way down Trini’s jaw, mumbling as she went, “Baby, we’re already engaged.”
Which, again - valid.
That said, as Trini steps further into the house and looks around, she thinks she was probably closer with her guess this morning if the rose petals, candles, and charred remains of what looked like a very nice dinner were anything to go by.
“Kimmy, I love you more than life itself,” Trini starts, her initial shock softening as Kim buries her face in her hands.
“I’m a terrible cook!” Kim groans, not looking up until Trini’s just in front of her, laying her hands on her waist.
“You’re a terrible cook,” Trini agrees softly. “And that’s okay. But also, why did you try and burn our kitchen to the ground?”
“Because I love you.”
“Interesting choice.”
Kim’s look of abject defeat finally gives way to that soft, adoring look she saves for Trini alone as she leans forward, draping her arms over Trini’s shoulders.
“I was taking lessons,” Kim admits after Trini coaxes her into a few kisses. “I had this whole plan to propose to you -.”
“I knew it!”
“And then your drunk ass had to go and beat me to it, but guess who still had six weeks of lessons under her belt?”
“Six weeks?”
“And your ring just got back from the jeweler, so I figured I’d keep the plan and give you the speech and do the whole thing how I’d planned it, but then I burned the duxelles and…it was kind of downhill after that.” Kim sighs and presses her cheek to Trini’s crown. “Is Chinese okay?”
Trini squirms out of Kim’s hold just slightly, enough so that she can peer up at her in disbelief. “You took six weeks of cooking lessons to make me dinner?” she asks, gaping at her fiancée.
“I took six weeks of cooking lessons to fail at making you dinner, yes.”
“Kim.”
“I’m not being overly negative!” Kim protests. “Losing six dish towels to flames seems like a pretty good indicator of failure.”
“Kimberly,” Trini huffs, frowning until Kim fully refocuses on her, rather than the mess behind them.
Kim quirks an eyebrow. “Yes?”
“You have a speech?”
“Of course.”
Trini falls silent for a moment, gathering her words or her courage. They’ve been together for so long, but sometimes - sometimes Trini still gets nervous about this. About asking for what she wants.
“Can I hear it?”
Trini’s sure she’s said the right thing, her choice affirmed in the way Kim’s entire face lights up, in the way her shoulders loosen infinitesimally. She’s even more sure after the way Kim kisses her, like she’s someone to be wonderstruck over.
“You can hear it so long as you promise not to change your answer after I tell you every sappy thing I’ve ever thought about you and us,” Kim tells her some time later, her lipstick a little worse for the wear.
Trini slips her fingers under the waistband of Kim’s skirt, just to feel the smooth heat of her skin and to see the way Kim’s pupils dilate, to see how her throat bobs as she swallows hard, to feel the way her breath catches. Kim leans down for another kiss, coaxing the heat building between them to spark.
“Mm,” Trini hums against her lips. “You could not pay me enough money in the world to change my answer.”
Kim grins at her, awestruck. Kisses her again, something slower and sweeter and more tender, something that pulls at the very core of Trini, something that makes her chest ache with love.
“Okay,” Kim whispers. “But not in here.”
She shoos Trini out onto the patio, into the cool, dusky evening, before running back into the house. When she comes back, little wooden ring box in hand, Trini’s just finished lighting the candles they keep out on the patio table for nights when it’s too nice to eat inside.
“Ugh,” Kim groans, wrapping Trini back up in her arms. “I love you so much.”
Trini can’t help laughing, dropping her lighter onto the table and slipping her arms around Kim’s waist in response. “That better not be the speech,” she teases.
“Oh, please,” Kim huffs. “My speech made the boys sob like babies.”
“Historically not difficult to accomplish.”
“It made Tommy cry too.”
Trini pauses. “Respect.”
Finally disentangling, Kim steps back and shakes out her arms quickly. “Okay,” she starts. “Do you want to be standing or sitting?”
“How do you want me?” Trini asks, leaning into the double entendre with an eyebrow waggle.
Kim, always committed to the drama of it all, ignores the easy joke and instead asks, “How do you picture your perfect proposal?”
“How did you propose the first time?”
Trini can answer that - they were in the shower, Trini too hungover from the night before to really do much else beyond make out under the spray, and Kim had backed her up against the tile, crowding her and had asked, “So, were you serious last night? Because I was very serious.”
“About what?” Trini had mumbled, struggling to focus on anything but the drops of water racing down Kim’s neck to her chest and rethinking her policy on only making out.
“You, me, holy matrimony.”
“Please don’t rhyme at me.”
“Wedded bliss. Were you serious?”
“That’s still a rhyme.”
“Trini.”
At the sound of her name, Trini had snapped her eyes up and seen the open, searching look Kim was leveling at her, the look that said I’ll drop this if you were joking, but please don’t be joking.
“I meant it,” Trini had answered quietly, half drowned out by the rush of water around them.
Kim’s hands, previously settled on Trini’s waist, began to drift up over her ribcage, her shoulders, up to cradle Trini’s face. “Seriously?” Kim had asked.
“Seriously.”
And now they’re here. Trini’s not sure she can think of anything that could top Kim’s original proposal, whether she’s sitting or standing or whatever.
Silently, she sits.
“Okay,” Kim breathes, bouncing from foot to foot. “Okay, I’ve got this.”
“You’ve got this,” Trini echoes encouragingly.
Kim flashes her a grateful smile before she sinks to one knee. “Trini Gomez,” she starts before falling silent, tilting her head a little and staring openly. The flickering candlelight casts a warm glow across her features, her brows drawn together, her lips parted. Trini could die from loving her.
“Yes?” Trini prompts, wondering briefly if Kim was chickening out.
She needn’t have worried. In a flash, Kim is surging forward, up off the ground to stand between Trini’s legs and curl over her, cradling her face between her hands like Trini’s something precious. “I love you so much,” Kim manages before she’s kissing Trini hard, pressing forward until she’s in Trini’s lap.
Trini grips Kim’s hips, making a single, soft noise of surprise before she gets with the program.
“Just - it’s wild how much I love you,” Kim tells her between heated kisses. “Every day I wake up to you and - oh!” Kim sucks in a sharp breath when Trini’s hand slips under the hem of her skirt. “Trini, are you trying to make me lose my place?” she reprimands.
“You kissed me!”
“You were looking at me like that and you expected me to what? Just not kiss you?” Kim leans back, her expression turning smug at Trini’s whine of protest. “As I was saying,” she grins, “the moment I first met you - really met you, I wanted you in my life. However you wanted to be there. In whatever way.”
Trini sways forward, pressing a soft kiss to Kim’s jaw. She leans back when Kim stares at her, offering her an innocent smile at Kim’s raised eyebrows.
“I can’t believe we waited as long as we did,” Kim continues, her voice growing softer, her eyes misting over. “It was kind of torture, but the best kind. I’d have lived through any kind of torture if it meant I got even a little bit of you, for the record.”
“Kim.”
“And you’re your own person and I’m my own person, and we’re entirely whole unto ourselves, to be clear,” Kim tells her seriously. “But I like to think that we’re our own whole, individual selves, but just a little better for knowing and loving each other.” She leans in to kiss the corner of Trini’s mouth. “I know I am.”
Trini strokes her thumbs over the warm skin of Kim’s thighs under her skirt, swallowing hard against the burn of tears.
“I wake up to you every morning and every morning I am made the happiest woman in the history of the universe over again,” Kim says, her voice thick. “I - I had more to say, but I really want to kiss you again, so what do you say? Will you marry me?”
…
Later, in the heavy dark of night after the candles have burned out, Kim and Trini giggle as they gather up their scattered clothing.
“You know,” Kim murmurs as they head back inside, Trini already searching the pockets of her jeans for her phone to order in. “I see the upside to having a privacy fence now.”
“If you think for a second that my insistence on getting that fence means that outdoor sex is regularly on the table, I will throw this ring at you.”
“You’re just mad that your hair got messed up. Also I love you,” Kim teases, coming up behind Trini and resting her chin on her shoulder.
“Always with the smooth recovery,” Trini grumbles even as she leans into Kim’s embrace. “You’re smart, Kimmy. Might just have to marry you.”
“I’m on my period and want cookies!” Trini grumbled. “I’m going to run to the Holiday Mart.”
“No you’re not,” Kim said gently. “You got your ass kicked in training today, you just got over the flu, and now you’re surfing the crimson tide -”
“Oh hi, the 90s called, they’d like their slang back.”
“- all that to say, you need your rest. Go lie down and do your reading for English. I’ll take care of the cookies.”
Trini kissed Kim and shuffled over to the living room. She snuggled down on the couch and rolled up in Kim’s fuzzy blanket. She was planning on doing her reading - they had midterms coming up in two weeks - but she fell asleep.
Trini woke up to an amazing smell. She tried to get off the couch, forgot she was wrapped in a blanket, and fell. She was extricating herself from the blanket when Kim came in with a plate.
“Ice cream sandwich for the second sexiest Ranger.”
“Second, huh? Who’s the first?” Trini asked, taking one of the desserts. The cookies were still gooey, and Trini made a mental note to beg Kim for cookies more often.
“Zach,” Kim deadpanned, keeping a straight face for approximately three seconds before laughing at Trini’s glare.
Trini groaned, taking a bite of the ice cream sandwich. “The only reason you’re getting away with that is because you offered treats first.”
There was a knock at the door.
“The boys are here,” Trini said.
Kim opened the door to find the rest of the Rangers. “Hey guys! Everything okay?”
“We were playing Super Smash Bros when Trini flashed across our Ranger link,” Zach said. “Like hella flashed. We figured y’all were eating something good, because it wasn’t like the sex flashes.”
“Zach!” Billy and Jason groaned.
“What?” he yelped, and then turned back to Kim. “We ran here. You got enough for us?”
Kim laughed and stood aside to let them in. “Sure thing.”
“Ranger cookie party!” Trini announced. “You guys make your sandwiches - I’ll pick a movie.”
