youd known simon to only be able to cook up heroin, who knew that he could actually cook normal food too?

you recently got simon to go sober, which he’d actually do on his own accord sometimes but this time you wanted him finished with drugs for good, so to clear up his time, he cooked, he cooked alot of food, some if it going to waste usually because he cooked that much food. youd come home from work? bam! food on the table.

you watched in awe sometimes as hed make most of his food from scratch, so it was a sunday evening, you had work in the morning but how better time to watch your boyfriend bake bread. flour all down his trousers and some on your arm from sitting on the side.

“doesnt it look good, ay?” he says, kneeding the dough.