Putting my head on Asgore's chest and falling asleep to the sound of his breathing along with his strong heartbeat (and secretly wondering whether his heart is pumping blood or magic), cleaning and waxing Asgore's horns while really putting my willpower to the test in not using my spare hand to play with his fluffy ears, insisting that Asgore keep up with his training in the art of pitchfork combat so that he can be absolutely ready "just in case he needs it" (much to his confusion)

Pouring over tomes and scrolls of goat and boss monster biology so I can get kinky with Asgore at peak effectiveness, daring to wonder what Asgore is implying after he ties a cherry stem into a knot with his tongue then wiggles his eyebrows at me, trying to change a lightbulb on a high ceiling and opting instead to have Asgore pick me up to reach it instead of going through the trouble of getting the ladder out of the shed

Kissing Asgore on one side of his neck while I immerse my hand in the fur on the other, going shopping for jeans and noting the ones that make Asgore's fluffy butt look nice, standing on the frozen lake near the big lit up Christmas tree that hasn't been taken down yet with Asgore on New Years Eve and just as the clock strikes twelve I gently whisper that I love him

Making creme brûlée and sharing it with Asgore, slow dancing under the stars with Asgore to country music playing out of his truck speakers, listening intently as Asgore figures out who the bad guy is before the detectives in a crime drama