A petty one about something stupid that neither of you really meant to get upset about but both of you were having an off day. There weren’t really any harsh words or name calling but you both ended up getting a little too annoyed with each other to be in the same area as one another.
While you loved living with each other, this one the one time where having separate apartments would probably benefit you both.
So you decided you were going out in public and Simon decided he’d stay home.
Having the alone time was great. You decided to talk a walk around a park and enjoy the nice weather, Simon read one of his books he’s been wanting to and soon neither of you were upset anymore.
You decided you were going to get dinner tonight, not wanting to go home empty handed with just an apology.
It was a good idea when you stepped into the restaurant only to see Simon in there as well, because he had the same idea.
“This is how I know we spend too much time together.”
“Ruined the surprise, love.”
You both smiled at each other however and decided to have a post argument date with dinner and desert paid by him (despite you trying to pay for at least desert)
Had to cave and write something but also these two idiots are so in love
drabble // beach day with the one and only soap mactavish.
"johnny, can't you be quiet for a moment?" you ask, putting dots of sunscreen on your boyfriend's back. you've tried to reason with him multiple times about the importance of being protected against solar radiation, but does he care? not in the slightest.
"cannae ye do it quicker?" he retorts, feet anxiously tapping the sand as you lather the cream on his shoulders.
you roll your eyes, finishing distributing the remaining white spots of the product and moving to his front. "look up for me," your index tilts his chin upwards, narrowed eyes meeting his eager blue ones, "just a second, love," you say, fingers gently spreading the sunblock on his forehead, nose, cheeks and neck.
he squeezes your waist repeatedly, a childish attempt to urge you to end his torture. with a peck on his lips, you put him out of his misery, "all done," and the man leaps out of his seat, wasting no time to dig in the sand.
Y’all can’t let these little thieves win. This is what they want, to make you stop. Don’t let them steal YOUR joy of creating. Take a break if you need to, but please, don’t let them crush your creativity.
They’re not making money off of your work. They are not getting (many) notes.
Once they are found out everyone shouts it out loud of what they are. I myself am messaging every single person liking or reblogging the stolen fics, letting them know that they are liking stolen fic - and directing them to the original.
But you can’t stop. The world needs your creativity. The world needs your joy.
You cannot let these children win, we will not let it happen.
When I search up modern warfare content on YouTube thinking I’ll get the same kind of content I find on here but instead it’s dude bros midmaxing and throwing tantrums 😔
Imagine going to a Denny’s on a regular day and in the corner are four grown ass men covered in bruises eating breakfast like normal as if they don’t look like they’ve been drug across the highway
A continuation of Chores 1. I imagine John got beaten frequently at the orphanage before he ran away and became a street kid. Arthur's anger got the better of him and threw the kid a little too roughly.
No because as someone who has a very mild latex allergy he would be saving me some trouble
simon the type to watch you stand awkwardly in front of the condom section at a sex shop and when you reach for a box of magnum's, he clicks his tongue and tells you that those are no good.
"lamb skin are better."
now you're sputtering indignantly while he hands you a tiny, overpriced box.
"trust me."
(he'll catch you again at a later date and overstep his bounds by asking how they were.)