Imagine your OTP:

[Person A] always sees [Person B] writing at their desk, but doesn’t bother keeping up with what they’re writing because [B] writes A LOT.

One day, [B] is out and [A] needs to write/sign something and can’t find a pen. Knowing that [B] has a drawer full of pens in their desk, they go over and begin scrounging through [B]’s contents.

Instead of pens, [A] finds a drawer full of unsent love letters.

To THEM!

They all vary in quality: with some looking like professional sonnets and others being as emotionally raw as “I love the smell of your hair the most”. Some are even partially written, with angry lines drawn over a number of pet names they’ve never used before (but are actually very cute).

It then occurs to [B] that THIS is what they’re always seeing [A] writing down.

It takes an hour just to get through all of them, and by the time they reach the end of the pile [B] has come back to a teary-eyed [A] sitting in the centre of a mess of scattered love letters.

They’re shocked to find [A] like that, worried that they’re upset over the letters. They’re EVEN more shocked when [A] gets up and tackles them to the ground with a hug.

They’re an absolute mess as they tell [B] how much they love them and all the letters. Even after they’ve calmed down, they’re still very clingy and demanding to know why they’ve never seen the letters before.

[B] tells them embarrassingly that they never intended to send them because none of them were “perfect” and only used them as a way to pass time when they hit a block.

[A] now demands that all love letters be passed through them for quality check (even though they always give a perfect score to each of them).

(Use this prompt in whatever context you want. Office mates, classmates, roommates, housemates!

(Established relationship? Pining? Married for 10 years - who cares?! It still works!)