Prompt: "did you plan this?"
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A smile plays on Arthur's lips as he watches you from the corner of his eyes. He scrolls mindlessly on his phone, waiting for his little plan to work.
Why he needs a plan? Well you two got into a little fight earlier this morning over something silly, but you seemed to still be mad at him and showed it by giving him the silent treatment for the past four hours.
Arthur hated this, he missed talking to you and you responding. So he mischievously hatched a plan that would all but force you to finally talk to him.
Soon enough the fridge opens and Arthur peeks up from his phone to watch you grab your favorite snack: a jar of pickles.
He watches and listens to you struggle to open the bar for about five minutes until you let out a loud groan and look to your boyfriend sitting in the living room across the kitchen. You narrow your eyes when you see a small smirk after you voiced your defeat.
You begin to mutter curses under your breath and walk over to Arthur.
He doesn't look up when your standing directly in front of him with your arms crossed over your chest with the pickle jar.
"Oh hi y/n how have you been since you stopped talking to me?" He ask with a bitten back grin. Again you narrow your eyes at him before holding the jar out in front of his face.
"What do you want me to do?" He teases only for you to mockingly try and open the jar only to again put it in front of his face.
He shrugs his shoulders, "I don't know what that means"
You groan again as Arthur sits there with a shit eating grin. Only an hour ago, Arthur had purposely tightened every jar in the house to where he knew you'd have to come to get him to open it. It was one of his few plans, and it seemed to be the most useful.
He had been waiting for you to get hungry for your favorite snack just so this would happen.
"I need you to open this for me" you grumble under your breath and look anywhere but his face.
Arthur leans closer and cups his hand over his ear, "I'm sorry what was that?"
You throw your head back and hand out the jar, "can you please open this pickle jar for me before I smash it on the ground to open it" you ask with a sarcastic smile.
Arthur takes the pickle jar, "of course baby, see how much better life is when you're talking to me?"
You just roll your eyes despite the small grin that begins to form across your face.
"I just want my pickles" you say before sitting down on the couch next to him to lay your head in his shoulder. He chuckles before opening the very tightly sealed jar.
"And I just wanted you to talk to me" he grins and hands you the pickle jar. You roll your eyes again before taking a bite of a pickle.
But then your eyes widen, "wait did you tighten the lid? Did you plan this?"
Arthur leans back agains the couch and shrugs his shoulders, "I'm not gonna say yes and I'm not gonna say no, because if I said no I'd be lying"
"Your a child, did you tighten all the lids" you finally chuckle Ana clean back to lean into his side.
"Maybe? Maybe not?"
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Normalize being petty bc it's funny
Also I love Arthur so he's included
