“Your Mother Wouldn’t Have Wanted This!”

A often texts C long paragraphs of just fluff and cuteness about their significant other, person B, and C loves it but jFC they should be telling B this. So C screenshots all the paragraphs and forwards them to B, but C fucks it up somehow and posts it all on the Internet and A is horrified because some of those are perceivably creepy and B has no idea it’s A talking about them. So B shows the screenshots to A, saying things like,“Damn need me a freak like that.” And A tells them it’s all their texts with actual proof and B is utterly wordless but then suddenly pulls A into a tight hug.

A beat of silence.

“I love you.”

“Why do we find ourselves in these situations so often?”

“I know who I’m blaming and it’s not me.”

“It was too good to be true, but alas, this is how it was meant to be. Was that dramatic enough?”

“That shouldn’t be able to happen.”

“You scared me. What have I told you about sneaking around like that?”

“I kind of want to know, but I also kind of don’t.”

It was a secret they would take to their graves

“I was scared you were going to confront me.”

“Do you know how ruined my sleep schedule is now?”

“That’s not a very nice thing to do, but I’m not a very nice person.”

“I know what you’re trying to do. Stop.”

“Yeah, sure, just waltz right in. You were totally welcome.”

“If I want to go swimming in the trash heap that is my room, I will, thank you very much.”

“Ah, tell me again? It’s like music to my ears.”

“Dominos pizza has got a buy one get one free deal on.”

I am more of a beast than human, more drunk than sober, more of anarchy than order, more of a scoundrel than a saint more of a fallen than an angel, but she loved all of my darkness, so I gave her what’s left of my light.

Daniel Saint (via wordsnstuff)

“Calm your mind, still your hands, and silence your mouth. You’re spiraling, and I refuse to be run down by your snowballing again. Let me be your sun, babe, let me melt the ice.”

Sweet OTP Things

Give me more sweet OTP things.

Give me more of Person A nuzzling into Person B’s neck because they’re cold and tired, and Person B m e l t i n g.

Give me more slow dancing with no music, arms wrapped tightly around each other, breaths mingling.

Give me more of Person A playing with Person B’s fingers because they’re bored, tracing the skin, examining the scars.

Give me more soft kisses, lips barely touching, just chaste little things that leave both parties irrationally breathless.

Give me more humming in the kitchen, making brownies at 3 AM for no reason at all.

Give me more holding hands, that simple act nearly overwhelming one or both of them, thumbs stroking over knuckles, fingers interlacing.

Give me more of Person A helping Person B with simple tasks, like brushing their hair, or putting on jewelry, where it’s obviously an excuse to be close to each other, but neither are complaining. 

Give me more picking out baby names, painting nurseries, and cradling their children.

Angst can be fun, and of course, passionate make-outs have their place, but please, I beg of you, GIVE ME MORE SWEET OTP MOMENTS!

“I was wondering where you wandered off to. We don’t have a whole lot of time, remember?”

“Don’t interrupt my existential crisis.”

“I should probably go home at this point.”

“In my experience, this isn’t how things are supposed to go.”

“The AI isn’t programmed to be loyal to anyone.”

“Of all my bad ideas, I think I’m proud of this one the most.”