Pluto ♡'s Silco

i’d love to get a discussion going and see what everyone would choose. perhaps add a few titles to my ever-growing tbr, too.

conclusion : this is gay, they are gay. summer of gays.

"woooo!" you cheer slamming the bottle onto the table. "Ax, I did it! did you see?"

They’ve always hugged, but lately those hugs linger just a beat too long.

Sharing a bed during a trip—neither of them sleeps much because they’re too aware of the other’s presence.

Accidentally slipping into couple habits (buying each other food, remembering their exact coffee order, fixing their collar, etc.).

Friends teasing them for acting like a couple… and both of them freezing because it hits a little too close.

One notices the other’s dating profile and feels irrationally territorial.

The line between “friendly banter” and “flirting” has gotten blurry.

A partner/bystander points it out bluntly: “You know they’re in love with you, right?”

A fight about boundaries—because one of them wants more, but is terrified of losing the friendship.

A drunken kiss that neither of them can stop thinking about.

Everyone else assumes they’re together already… and they can’t quite correct them.

“Do you have any idea what it does to me when you look at me like that?”

“You’re supposed to be my safe place, not the reason my chest feels like it’s going to explode.”

“We can’t—God, we can’t cross that line.”

“Say it. Say you don’t feel it too, and I’ll drop it.”

“You don’t get to touch me like that and still call it friendship.”

“Stop smiling at me like I’m yours.”

“If this is just friendship, then why can’t I breathe when you’re this close?”

“You’re going to ruin me, and you don’t even know it.”

“One more second like this, and I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”

“Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll believe you.”

“Don’t kiss me like that and pretend it means nothing.”

“We’re not supposed to do this. We’re not supposed to feel this.”

“I’d rather lose my mind than lose you, and right now I think I’m losing both.”

“Do you want me to beg? Is that what this is?”

“If we cross this line, nothing will ever be the same. And God help me, I still want to.”

“If you keep touching me like that, I won’t be able to stop.”

“Friends don’t ache when the other leaves the room. So what does that make us?”

“Tell me to go, and I will. Please—say something before I do something we can’t take back.”

“Don’t call me your best friend when you’re looking at me like I’m more.”

“If this is nothing, then why does it feel like everything?”

“You don’t get it, do you? Every time you smile at me, it feels like a promise.”

“You’re in my head all the time, and it’s killing me. Friends aren’t supposed to feel like this.”

“If we cross this line, you’re not just my friend anymore. You’re my downfall.”

“You’re standing too close.”

“Do you even know what you’re doing to me right now?”

“Stop making me want something I can’t have.”

“I can’t lose you to this, but God, I can’t stop wanting you either.”

“You’re looking at me weird.”

“That wasn’t a… friendly thing to say.”

“Do you always stand this close?”

“Why does it feel different when it’s you?”

“You’re supposed to be my best friend, not the one making my heart race.”

“That… didn’t sound like a joke.”

“Stop holding me like that. Friends don’t hold each other like that.”

“Do you even realize how you’re looking at me right now?”

“Don’t call me yours. You don’t mean it.”

“I can’t breathe when you touch me like that.”

“Say we’re still just friends. Lie to me.”

“We’re not supposed to want this.”

“If this is nothing, then why does it feel like everything?”

“One more second and I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”

“Every time you laugh, I forget we’re not allowed to be more.”

“Tell me you don’t feel it. Please. Tell me I’m imagining this.”

“You can’t just kiss me and act like it means nothing.”

“I’m trying so hard not to want you, and you’re making it impossible.”

“If you keep looking at me like that, I swear I’ll ruin everything.”

“Tell me to go, or I’m not going to.”

“You’re mine. God help me, I don’t care what we call it—you’re mine.”

“I’d rather destroy this friendship than pretend I don’t want you anymore.”

“Do you want me to beg? Because I will.”

“We’ve already crossed the line. The second I realized I loved you, we did.”

“Stop staring at me like that. You’re my best friend.”

“You can’t just… say stuff like that. We’re supposed to be friends.”

“Friends don’t make my heart do backflips when they smile.”

“Why does it feel like I’m cheating when you go on dates?”

“Don’t hold my hand if you don’t mean it.”

“We’ve been friends for years, so why does it suddenly feel different?”

“Don’t kiss me like that if you’re going to pretend it didn’t happen.”

“You’re supposed to be the one I tell about my crush, not be the crush.”

“That’s not a friendly kind of jealousy.”

“If we’re just friends, then why do I feel like you’re mine?”

woody: i don’t want to be your father