One shots

Texting~

12:45 am, July 27th

{Babe}

{Babeeeeeee}

(Yes, darling?)

{I have to ask you something.}

(What is it?)

{I just wanted to ask if fish have feelings?}

{Also how do they scream? They have no vocal cords or ways of producing sound, they just, 'blub blub'}

(My darling, are you high?)

{No, but I feel like it tbh}

(Same tbh, you're tripping me out with that question)

{Right?!?}

{I fucking love you. Did you know that? Have I said that before? I hope so....}

(You've never said that before, but it's okay, because I'm so in fucking love with you.)

{I think we're definitely both high as fuck}

{Do you want to watch the stars? Then we can be sleepy drunk together, and we can cuddle in the blankets and pillows, falling asleep whilst watching the universe unravel before our very eyes?}

{We can listen to Gods angry boasting throughout the clouds as the lightning strikes and illuminates the sky. Would you join me on this endeavour, my love?}

(Well, it is almost one am, it's summer, there's a thunderstorm, and that was very poetic)

(So why the hell not)

{I'll be there in five. And I was serious before, I meant to say it sooner but I was afraid. Good thing my filter is gone..... I guess. I'm in love with you.}

(And I'm in love with you, my darling, now let's watch the night sky together.)

Message Delivered

{Look who earned how to bold that's right I R smrt~A}