platonic ships prompts/aus
sneaking into movie theatres halfway through a movie, spilling popcorn and dropping drinks because of how hard they’re laughing
texting each other random pictures and words at extremely obscure times of the day, sometimes, unbeknownst to the other, its one of the only things keeping them smiling throughout the day
using typically endearing terms (see boo, boo-boo, honey, sweetie) to mock and tease the other
getting mistaken as a couple when going out for dinner, not correcting the mistake and acting overly affectionate in both an awkward and hilarious manner
opening the fridge and finding it empty, asking the other what happened to all the food, their only answer being a small smile
taking so many pictures, of each other, the sky, buildings, random things, that there are at least 3 hard drives filled with photos, one day printing a heap of old photos from 2 years ago when they had this hideous hair cut, sticking the photos inside their room and hearing the shriek from their room a couple of hours later when they come home
taking a shower and seeing a spider, calling the other in a frenzy and when its clear neither want to kill it, they name it. its called fred, and he doesnt appreciate the loud noises
their head on the other’s lap on a sunday afternoon, just before the sun is about to set, the whole room bathed in sunlight, absently fiddling with their hair, looking over to find them sleeping soundly and being hit with the thought oh god, i am so glad that i have you in my life and where would i be without you?
grocery shopping. that’s it. buying too many cereals, not enough vegies, sharing a smile when the cashier scans through the unnecessarily high pile of mac & cheese , 2 minute noodles and the like
getting into a fight and leaving the apartment, its not half an hour later when they call you almost in tears asking where you are when you turn up at the doorstep with their favourite cookies
hiding christmas/birthday gifts from the other in overlooked spaces, one year it becomes clear that they wont stop until they find their gift so you end up hiding it at your friend’s house
texting each other totally random facts like: humans share 50% of their DNA with bananas and feeling a small thrill of satisfaction when they reply “dont lie to me”
wearing each other’s clothes, first its that one sweatshirt, but before you know it, “DON’T TELL ME YOU STOLE MY BOXERS, AGAIN”
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