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“Nevermind that it’s illegal, think of how upset your nanny would be”

OTP Prompts #2

1.

A: “Let’s just forget this ever happened.”

B: “Agreed. But if we’re caught, you’re taking the blame.”

A: “This was your idea!”

2.

A: “Hey–it’s okay, what’s wrong?”

B: “I’m sorry–I just thought something had happened to you. I don’t know what I would do …”

A: “I’m fine; I’m right here, see? Everything’s okay.”

3.

A: “Is that my shirt?”

B: “Uh . . . maybe?”

A: “… you look better in it, anyway.”

4.

A: “Hey–what the hell! You can’t just barge in here like that!”

B: “… Did you seriously just throw a ninja star at me?”

A: “It’s your fault for interrupting me! I was practicing my aim!”

B: “No kidding–you missed me by a mile.”

A: “Get. Out!”

5.

A: “Ugh, kill me.”

B: “What’s wrong now?”

A: “Does something have to be wrong whenever I want to die?”

B: “Generally, yes.”

A: “… I’m bored.”

6.

A: “You make some cute noises in your sleep.”

B: “W-what? Why were you watching me sleep? And besides–I don’t talk in my sleep and I never have!”

A: “Never said nothin’ about talking, sweetheart. Maybe some … moans.”

B: “ … I am going to kill you.”

7.

A: “Do you ever think about . . . space?”

B: “. . . Are you high?”

A: “… Very.”

8.

A: “I don’t dance.”

B: “Aw, c’mon! It’ll be fun!”

A: “I’m serious–I will embarrass you and the entirety of the human race in the process.”

B: “You can’t be that bad.”

A: “Oh, believe me, I am.”

9.

A: “Uh-oh.”

B: “You broke it!”

A: “No–this is your fault!”

B: “C’s going to kill you!”

A: “This was your idea, jackass!”

10.

A: “Hey–are you listening to me?”

B: “What? I can’t hear you from down there.”

A: “I AM NOT THAT SHORT, YOU JERK!”

B: “Oh, I can hear you now. And yes, you really are.”

Imagine Your OTP

Imagine your OTP’s child waking them up in the middle of the night, crying because they had a nightmare.

Imagine them crawling into bed, between your OTP, because “The monsters can’t get me here.”

Imagine your OTP stroking their child’s hair, whispering words of reassurance.

Imagine your OTP sharing a grateful look, because their child has nightmares about fiction, while THEY still struggle with nightmares from their pasts.

Imagine the family falling asleep in a warm huddle.

IMAGINE.

“Just…just tell me truth, please.”

“I don’t think you want to hear it.”

“If you pick another fight today, I’m just going to turn around, go home, and leave you to it.”

“I am disappointed that…you know what disappointed doesn’t even begin to cut it. I am heartbroken by what you’ve chosen to do.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt-”

“I know. But you did anyway.”

“Dearest. Darling. Sweetheart,” the protagonist flatly recited the list of endearments the antagonist was most likely to wield in their conversations. “You’re play acting at intimacy again. God, it must be desperately lonely being you.” “Oh, love. I’m not the one play acting at anything - if I wanted to be intimate with you, baby, I’d bother to learn your name.”

“Your mother wouldn’t have wanted this!”

“You’re right. She would have done much worse.”

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.

Winnie the Pooh