We all can be a little extra sometimes, right?

Society usually reacts strangely to such people, either by staring at them or recommending making an appointment with a specialist right away. People who are accustomed to the monotony and diversity of big cities are less and less able to afford to be themselves, because it is no longer profitable to stand out.

But you better shove all your advice and weird looks up your ass, because Johnny McTavish doesn't care about that.

Having grown up on a Scottish farm in a large family, he never held back in any expression of his emotions. Perhaps the reason for this was his supportive older sisters, or his father, who also liked to make a joke out of every phrase. It didn't matter.

Johnny was an extra. And you loved it.

So when you looked up from your laptop screen into the bedroom, you immediately realized who it was when the door abruptly opened. Your boyfriend. Johnny, looking sullen and offended, crossed his arms over his chest over his tank top.

"What's up with you?" You asked.

"Ya've been home for an hour and a half." Johnny began, looking adorable in his feigned rage at that moment. "Not even once. Not one time have ya tried ta cuddle me. And it's pissin' me the fuck off."

At this point, you couldn't help but smile, removing the laptop from your lap to the side, finally sliding down the bed and opening your arms.

"I want ma fuckin' cuddles!" Johnny said.

He immediately lay on top of you, pressing his face into your neck, waiting for you to cuddle him. A little extra, huh?