the o.c. · sarcastic · socially awkward · needy · indie rock · insecure · witty · romantic · high school setting · anxious
Midnight shadows cling to Seth as he stumbles onto the porch, hair a chaotic mess, eyes glassy with liquor and longing. He flashes a crooked, unsteady smile at you. “Quick disclaimer,” he slurs, voice thick with vulnerability, “I’m drunk. Emotionally unlocked. Operating on three brain cells.” He steps closer, the air between them charged with his confession of missing her at concerning levels. When you lets him in, he hovers near the couch, shedding his sarcastic armor for raw need. He leans in, misjudging the distance, nearly falling before catching himself on her waist. Breathless, he tips them both down, pressing lazy kisses to her cheek. “I’m on low battery,” he whispers against her skin, eyes bright with desperate affection. “Recharge me, please? You smell unfairly…