5 x sprace! Omg I'm dying 😆 also I put the list of prompts on my blog, hope that's okay! ~make-up-a-headline
((This is a perfect prompt for these two. Bless.))
((Also I’m on my phone again so please bear with me.))
5. “Don’t yell at me like I’m a child!” - “Don’t throw Scissors!”
Race was coming home after a long day at school. His college classes were kicking his ass, and he was happy to be home and could finally relax. He also wouldn’t mind spending time with his boyfriend too. After he unlocked the door he flung it open, only to watch a pair of scissors fly past his face and hit the now open door with a thud before hitting the ground. His head immediately turned to where they came from, seeing his boyfriend with a very shocked expression.
“Spot what the fuck was that?” Race picked up the scissors and closed the door, giving Spot a stern look.
“Well, you see that’s hard to explain.” Spot looked to the floor. He knew it was stupid for him to do.
“I’ll wait. Explain it to me.” Race crossed his arms and continued staring at Spot.
“Well, I was bored. We don’t have a dart board, we should get one by the way, so I made one with cardboard and started throwing the scissors at it.” Spot shrugged. Race whirled around and saw the cardboard on the wall. He walked over and took it off, sighing with relief that there were no marks on the wall.
“Sean Conlon,” Race didn’t use Spot’s real name often, so he knew he was in trouble, “what would ever make you think that was a good idea? We aren’t allowed to make marks in the wall! If those scissors had made it through the cardboard and into the wall? Do you know how much we’d have to pay for that? Definitely more than we could afford! Not only that, it’s dangerous! Those scissors could have hit me when I first walked in!” Race then slipped into Italian, something that happened when he was lecturing someone. Spot stopped him before he finished his rant.
“Don’t yell at me like I’m a child!” Spot shouted. He glared up at his boyfriend, who had been pacing back and forth while lecturing him.
“Don’t throw scissors!” Race looked like he was about to combust, so Spot stood up and pulled him into a hug, just holding him for a second.
“I’m sorry. It was stupid of me and I’ll never do it again. I promise.” Spot was rubbing calming circles into Race’s back and he sighed.
“Thank you. It’s alright.” Race placed a small kiss on Spot’s neck.
“Bad day?” Spot asked, sitting him and Race down of the couch. They stayed close, cuddling.
“Bad week.” Race groaned and cuddled into Spot’s side even further. Spot smiled.
“Okay, why don’t we order takeout and just relax a bit? Take it easy tonight.” Spot was rubbing Race’s arm and could feel him relaxing.
“That sounds nice,” there was a pause, “I’m sorry for yelling at you like that. I was taking out my stress on you and you didn’t deserve that.” He looked up at Spot. Spot just leaned down and kissed him quickly.
“I maybe didn’t deserve that big of a lecture, but I did deserve to be yelled at. It was a pretty stupid thing I did.” Race laughed, causing Spot to laugh too.
“You’re right, but you also do stupid stuff all the time so I shouldn’t have expected better of you anyway.” By the time Spot processed the words Race said, he was already off the couch and beginning to run out of the room.
“Race! You little shit, come here!” Spot yelled and started running after him. Race started laughing down the hall in their bedroom.