(My fiancé and I are cuddling in bed. I keep trying to get out of bed, but he keeps wrapping his arm around me.)

Me: “Stop it! I wanna get out!”

Fiancé: “But I wanna cuddle you!”

Me: “Jeez, you’re like a Tentacool using wrap!”

Fiancé: “Tentacool used wrap! You can’t escape!”

(He tries to cuddle me again.)

Me: “Aha! I have the ability Rough Skin! [Fiance's name] was hurt!”

Fiancé: “…d*** it.”

(He actually lets me go!)

Related:
Good Thing They Caught Each Other, Part 11
Good Thing They Caught Each Other, Part 10
Good Thing They Caught Each Other, Part 9
Good Thing They Caught Each Other, Part 8
Good Thing They Caught Each Other, Part 7
Good Thing They Caught Each Other, Part 6
Good Thing They Caught Each Other, Part 5
Good Thing They Caught Each Other, Part 4
Good Thing They Caught Each Other, Part 3
Good Thing They Caught Each Other, Part 2
Good Thing They Caught Each Other

(My fiancé and I decide to have a little bit of fun, and I ask him the ever-famous zombie apocalypse question.)

Me: “Imagine that the zombie apocalypse started, and I got infected. What would you do?”

Fiancé: “I’d make the last few moments of your life the most wonderful you’ve ever had. Then I’d bind you up with explosives before you passed. Once you had turned, I would throw you off the roof into a group of zombies, and detonate the explosives when they came to investigate. What would you do?”

Me: “Your idea sounds appealing, but then I’d feel like I was desecrating your corpse. However, that would help me live in the long run. I could also see the fun in chaining you up in the backyard as a pet zombie, but that almost seems a bit cruel. Also, depending on how painful the ‘zombie-fication’ is, and how sentient one would be after becoming a zombie, I could also see myself purposefully turning into a zombie as well. That way we could terrorize the living together forever, or until some stupid survivor came along and shot us. But then again, that could mean turning into a monstrosity with nothing but murderous instincts, unless I was somehow able to maintain a sense of etiquette and morals, and choose to eat steak instead of brains…”

Fiancé: “… I love you.”

Related:
Till Undeath Do Us Part, Part 19
Till Undeath Do Us Part, Part 18
Till Undeath Do Us Part, Part 17
Till Undeath Do Us Part, Part 16
Till Undeath Do Us Part, Part 15
Till Undeath Do Us Part, Part 14
Till Undeath Do Us Part, Part 13
Till Undeath Do Us Part, Part 12
Till Undeath Do Us Part, Part 11
Till Undeath Do Us Part, Part 10
Till Undeath Do Us Part, Part 9
Till Undeath Do Us Part, Part 8
Till Undeath Do Us Part, Part 7
Till Undeath Do Us Part, Part 6
Till Undeath Do Us Part, Part 5
Till Undeath Do Us Part, Part 4
Till Undeath Do Us Part, Part 3
Till Undeath Do Us Part, Part 2
Till Undeath Do Us Part

Fiancé: “Was your butt forged by Sauron in the fires of Mount Doom?”

Me: “How did you know?!”

Fiancé: “Because it’s precious to me!”

(I am chatting with my coworkers about finances.)

Me: “I handled the finances for my fiancé and I. What I say goes. In fact, if I wanted to get a car, I am sure my fiancé would only ask what color.”

Coworker: “I don’t believe that!”

Me: “Fine, I will try it out tonight.”

(Later that night…)

Me: “So, we should get a car.”

Fiancé: “What? Really? Are you sure?”

Me: “Yeah! I’m thinking a Mini-Cooper.”

Fiancé: “I don’t know… can we afford it?”

Me: “Honey! I told my coworkers that you would be willing to get a car.”

Fiancé: “Well, I was going to say yes. But then I thought you would get mad that I didn’t want to save for the wedding. I wasn’t going to win either way, was I?”

(My fiancée and I are laying in bed. I have bad circulation, so my feet get very cold very easily. We are also both huge geeks, and are rather prone to making Dungeons And Dragons jokes. I start trying to burrow my feet into my fiancée’s blankets to warm my feet against his.)

Fiancée: “What are you doing? No! No! I’m protected by my Blanket Wall +4!”

(He pulls his blankets in tight around himself.)

Me: “Ha! I have a natural burrow speed.”

(I manage to burrow my feet in under his blankets again.)

Fiancée: “No! Magic Blanket Wall +4! Why aren’t you regenerating?!”

Me: ”Must have failed the Fort Save needed to regenerate…”

(I eventually win the battle and get my feet warmed up, but it doesn’t really matter. By this point we are laughing so hard we can’t sleep anyways.)