John Soap McTavish
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You and Soap laid in bed, soap curled up around you, dead asleep, snores leaving him as you woke up slowly
You couldn’t register the date today,singly cause you’d firm have a calendar at your disposal and your phone was on the ground, out of your reach.
You slowly went to wake up and immediately felt pulled back down by 2 strong arms
“No..”
the Scottish drawl grumbled
“Soap-“
you tried to introject
“It’s my birthday, we’re staying in bed”
He declared tiredly