You're at home with your boyfriend, Awsten...
"Writer's block can go fuck off," you mutter under your breath as you stare at the blank page in front of you.
"Is he bothering you again?" Awsten asks, coming into the room.
"Mmm," you reply.
"What if I throw some rocks at him? Will that fix it?"
"Where are you going to throw the rocks?" you ask, turning around right as a sock comes flying at your face. You shriek and catch it before it hits you. "What the fuck?"
"It was a sock, not a cock. I mean a rock," he says before giggling.
"Did you drink too much orange juice again?" you ask, letting out a breath and trying not to laugh.
"I only drank two bottles."
"No, since last week," he says before giggling. "Yes today."
"Why are you like this?" you ask, and he shrugs.
"Why aren't you like this?"
"Why don't you get with this?" he asks before throwing another sock at you.
"Awsten, I swear to god," you say as you catch the sock and throw it back at him.
It hits him in the chest, and he makes a face at you, pretending to be shocked.
"That is assault!"
"You're under arrest for trying to murder a wonderful, colorful, smart, talented, delicious—"
"Delicious? What am I going to do, cook you?" you ask, stifling a laugh.
"I would be delicious and nutritious," he says, coming over to you.
"Don't give me that shit," you say, laughing slightly as he puts a hand on your shoulder.
"Are you feeling inspired?" he asks, and you roll your eyes playfully. He always acts extra random when you're stuck so that you can get some ideas; honestly, it's really sweet.
"A little," you respond, and he grins.
"I've done it again."
"Don't get a big head," you tell him, but he sticks his tongue out at you.
"I can get as big a head as I want," he says, reaching down to grab your hands. Your chair spins as he pulls you toward him, and you stand up. Nearly losing your balance, you grip his forearms.
"How big?" you ask, smiling slightly as you look into his beautiful eyes.
"As big as my di—"
"Yeah, it can't be that big," he replies, and before you can respond, he leans in. His lips meet yours, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes. He pulls you closer as you deepen the kiss, and he smiles against you.
You can tell that he's about to laugh. "You're still thinking about your dick joke, aren't you?" you mumble against his lips, and he giggles.
"I swear, Awsten," you groan, but you're amused. You love him and his ridiculousness.
"It was a good joke," he says, pulling away to look at you.
"You keep telling yourself that," you tell him.
"You're still going to use it in your writing," he says, and you open your mouth to protest; only you know you probably will.
"Yeah," you admit, and he giggles.
I literally have writer's block right now and this has helped lmao