Sometimes I think about how the way I met my wife was like a fanfiction
We both had a scholarship to a college soccer team and were the only two competing for center forward, we hit it off instantly and became close friends right away. When our team went to nationals, we had to share a bed and ended up snuggling (and I was, up until that point, absolutely not a physically affectionate person). After we returned home I kept sneaking into her room because I couldn’t sleep without her. Our friends started accusing us of being together and talking crap so, to spite them, we thought it would be a good idea to fake date and sometimes held hands and stuff. We ended up kissing right before she left the country for almost a month and we basically pretended it never happened, and when she came back it happened again and again and then escalated. Cue these lines, verbatin:
Me: *grabs the hand heading between my legs* “Wait, wait.” *sighs, drops forehead to hers* “We’re idiots.”
Her, breathlessly, eyes on my lips: “I’ve always been an idiot.” *swoops in for another kiss*
We ended up taking and decide to be friends with benefits, but JUST kissing benefits, no sex, and then 5 minutes later we had sex. We sleep together for a couple weeks (all the time, any and everywhere) before deciding to make it official, then after another couple weeks say I love you (initially via her closing her eyes and moving her palm from her heart to mine back and forth like a useless lesbian), then about a month later talk about how we wanna get married.
Fast forward a year and we go to university together and we’re roommates. Fast forward four years and we’re married and eloping to Harry Potter World and the beach. Fast forward almost 7 years from when we met and we’re living in the same hometown we first met in and she’s the assistant coach for the team we used to play for. Sex life better than ever (“that much great sex all the time after years together in fics is unrealistic” my ass), I can’t cook for shit but I try, we ride bikes around town and we’re basically the only gays in the village and there’s a little rainbow statue on the outside of our windowsill.
7 years ago I was so in love with her I could barely breathe, and I love her a thousand times more now than I did then.
t’challa’s the type that would be at a political conference or something and he’d be all formal, polite and professional but when someone walks up to him and shows him a picture of their cat like “i named him t’challa :)” hed just….very slowly start crying lmao
some diplomat: i named my kitty after u because i know you like kitties. heres a pic of her
t’challa, who has slowly started to openly weep as the person was talking: wow….th-thats great…th-thank y-you, i…i l-love her, t-thats very n-nice 😢😢😢
okoye: why is my king crying
diplomat: i showed him my new kitten 🙂
okoye: why would you…emotionally compromise him like that…he has to give a speech….
I’m so sorry I couldn’t stop thinking about this I had to.
Yesterday marked one year since we released In a Heartbeat online! This project means so much to us, and the day that we got to share it with all of you was so special. Thank you for such an exciting and inspiring year ❤️🌈 !
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