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leaning their foreheads together, completely out of breath after a long kiss

waking up together after their first time

as grandparents

holding hands romantically for the first time

falling asleep on the couch

staring at each other from across the room like the lovestruck idiots they are

meeting again after being separated for a year

Imagine your otps.

Imagine them at the end of their missions.

Imagine them going on with their lives.

Imagine them creating new traditions for themselves, like breakfast in bed, or sleeping late one day, taking a walk when the weather is nice or curling up by the fire when it snows.

Imagine them having a normal life after everything they’ve been through.

we’re both ‘team leaders’ at a summer camp for little people and you may be hot but goddammit my collection of twelve-year-olds are going to beat yours into the dust

we kind of got past the point of ‘taking this game of gay chicken too seriously’ when you took your pants off but I really do not mind at all. 

I used to be the best baker in the neighbourhood but then you showed up at Mrs Appleby’s 80th birthday with a stack of brownies which almost gave me an orgasm my honour is at stake and I’m going all out for the next event

a mutual friend invited us to their laser tag party and we’re the last two alive on opposite teams and goddammit if I’m going down you’re going down with me

you’re going to be at the halloween party and you’ve won best costume for the past three years but this year I am wearing the best costume ever if you defeat me I will eat my - wait you actually look really cute when did you turn hot what the fuck um

we’re always making stupid bets like ‘bet you can’t drink this whole bottle of BBQ sauce’ but then you did and now you’re sick and I feel really bad here let me look after you