Ya girl is back with some head canons because the last one went pretty well so let’s try this out.
Sunday mornings/sundays with the OTP.
•spending all morning in bed doing absolutely nothing besides watching bad TV and marveling at each other
•lazy morning sex
•sunday pancakes with one half of the OTP cooking and the other half commenting on the others ass as they cook.
•"yeah babe you show that pancake it’s your bitch"
“I can’t with you.”
•lazy days in pjs sprawled out on the couch watching movies
•"I’m too tired to moovveee"
“I’m not carrying you.”
“WHY DONT YOU LOVE ME?”
•staying in bed all day, refusing to leave for anything but food and the bathroom.
•being grossly in love and happy with each other’s company.
•person A) “You look so amazing, I can’t be anymore in love with you it’s impossible”
Person B: *just woke up, hairs a disaster, has syrup on their face, drinking coffee angrily* “Are you blind?”
“Blinded by love”
“You’re too dramatic for your own good… but I guess I love you too”
•kisses all the time, seriously, just lots of sloppy kissing on the couch, in bed, making lunch just these assholes are in LOVEEE ok.
•along with sex, there’s a healthy dose of just talking, enjoying each other’s company, doing stuff as normal as cleaning the house becomes some dramatic declaration of love.
she is the embodiment of everything man wants in the world. she is stunning. she is smoldering. and even though i’ve known her for years now, and even though i know better… if you told me that i would FALL for her all over again… it wouldn’t surprise me.
when you want your otp to be canon but doesn’t want it to happen at the same time because the sexual tension and the slow burns are the reason why you still want to live another day of your pitiful pathetic life.
the type where one is a ray of sunshine who lights up everyone’s worlds and the other is the storm cloud that sometimes blocks the light, but eventually the light shines through and makes the stormcloud fluffy and white
the type where one is death and the other is life, where one is dark and the other is light, where one is yin and the other is yang, where they are complete opposites but they balance each other out so completely
the type where they’re both so broken and scattered that it doesn’t hurt them to pick up the pieces of each other and put them back together, sometimes using a piece of themselves to fix a tiny crack in the otherwise flawless shard of what used to be a soul
the type where they’re both suns and every other little planet and moon gravitates towards them, but they’re special to each other, they light up the spaces where the other can’t reach, and with their combined gravitational pulls they know they’ll never be apart from each other
the kind where one is a spark and the other is kerosene, where all it takes is a single spark to create an explosion of fire and light so powerful that it destroys everything but them
the type where one is diamond, hard and unforgiving and cold, and the other is light, warm and inviting and safe, and apart they are nothing more than themselves, but when they’re together the diamond becomes a rainbow, a kaleidoscope of beauty and color as it reflects the light
the type where one is shattered and jagged and haphazard in how they’d put themselves back together, and the other is unblemished and new and unmarked, and they don’t mind breaking off a few pieces of themself to fix the cracks left in the other’s heart