(aka two drabbles while i thirst for some kinda pastry or sugar)

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“Ryan, where's the milk?”

Ryan thinks it over for a moment, before shrugging. “I don't know! Ask Bryce, he was the last person to use it.”

Luke glares at Ryan from the kitchen, looking like he was about to throw a spatula across the house. “Well, Bryce ain't here to tell me where the damn milk is! How the hell am I gonna make you your fucking cookies if I don't have milk?!”

Ryan shrugs again, turning his attention back to his phone. “Ask Delirious, maybe? Maybe he knows.”

Before Luke could begin to yell, Jonathan walks into the room with a small pout on his face. “What are you guys yelling about? I'm trying to record over here, and you guys are really fucking loud!”

Luke gives Jonathan a demanding look, crossing his arms. “Jonathan! Where's the milk?”

“The milk? I drank it all, why?”

Ryan has to do his best to not laugh at the way Luke throws the spatula at Jonathan, who screeches and jumps back.

“What the fuck was that for?!”

“Because I went grocery shopping three hours ago and you didn't tell me we were out of milk!”

---(👇totally unrelated drabble below👇)---

Bryce woke up that morning to the scent of something burning. He looked around, then sat up in bed, feeling himself begin to panic.

“Cartoonz? Delirious? Ohm?! What's going on?” Bryce calls to his lovers in the kitchen, pulling one of the cats into his lap and beginning to pet her.

“Nothing, Brycey! We're- oh fuck - Everythin’s good!  Don't you worry about a thing!” Cartoonz is the first to respond, his voice strained despite the things he was saying.

There was a loud crash, some yelling, and then the smoke alarm began to go off.

Bryce frowned, beginning to get out of bed, only to be stopped by Delirious, who was now standing in the doorway. “Bryce McQuaid! You get back into bed. Back into bed, c'mon! Everything's fine, we're- we're just making breakfast!” Delirious then kissed Bryce on the cheek, pushing him back onto the bed.

Bryce allowed himself to fall backwards, then sighed quietly. If they were so insistent on making him breakfast, why wouldn't they let him help, or, at the very least, let him clean up after them?

“I really hope you guys don't break the oven this time. I doubt we can afford a new one, and with the holidays coming up so soon…” Bryce shook his head, then pulled the covers over himself. “Can you at least come cuddle with me, then?”

Delirious laughed, nodded, and jumped onto the bed besides Bryce. He kissed Bryce's forehead, then gently wrapped his arms around his taller boyfriend.

With the warmth coming off of Delirious, and the blankets wrapped around him, Bryce felt content.

At least, he did until something exploded downstairs.

Delirious shoots up out of bed, shouting nonsense as he runs back to the kitchen. Bryce, having enough of this nonsense, finally pulls himself out of bed and walks into the kitchen.

The first thing he notices is smoke, and something bubbling over on the stove. There's also Cartoonz and Ohm, both yelling while standing over what looks like a piece of the microwave, and… Apples? Cherries?

Some kind of fruit is on the floor, one of the dogs licking something or other off of it. It's hard to tell which dog it is when the dog is covered in flour.

“Guys? What the heck did you guys do?!” Bryce carefully stepped over the mess, yelling over all the noise.

Cartoonz and Ohm turn to him, both looking like deer caught in headlights. There's an awkward moment of silence, before Ohm speaks.

“We were trying to make pies. And breakfast. But mostly pies.” Ohm laughs sheepishly, rubbing something on his hand.

“Oh, Ohm, you burned yourself? C’mere,” Cartoonz whispers, taking Ohm's hand into his.

Bryce huffed, folding his arms and giving his lovers a stern look. “Don't change the subject, Cartoonz! Why were you guys making pies at eight in the morning?! What the heck were you guys thinking?!”

“We can talk about this later, Brycey. Ohm really is burnt, I'm gonna go get him something to put on it.” Cartoonz began to lead Ohm away, probably to the bathroom where they had the first aid kit.

Bryce looked over at Delirious, who just shrugged and began to pick up the mess. “Come on, Bryce. We was trying, we were.”

Bryce grabbed the broom from besides him, beginning to sweep up some flour that had spilled. There was a bit of silence between the two as they cleaned, and little by little the kitchen began to actually look like a kitchen.

Some half hour later, the four of them were hungry and mildly upset, all sitting in the living room. Bryce still hasn't gotten any answers, which wasn't exactly helping his mood. He grunts in frustration, catching the attention of his lovers.

“Bryce? Bryce, sweetie, what's wrong?” Delirious is the first to break the silence, looking at the youngest of them worriedly.

The others, noticing the youngest's silence, begin to worry as well.

"Brycey? Baby, come on... Are you really that mad?"

"Bryce, honey, please speak to us. We really are sorry."

Bryce huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. He stares down at his lap, refusing to speak. It's very hard to be mad when the others were all speaking to him, trying to get Bryce to forgive them for their mess.

But eventually, another half hour or so later, Bryce is tired of being mad and giving them the silent treatment. He whines in frustration, gaining the other's attention.

"Are you okay?" Luke wraps his arms around Bryce's waist from behind, resting his chin on Bryce's shoulder.

"Yes, I just- you guys- all- I.... Ugh!" Bryce groans loudly, resisting the urge to pull at his hair. "You guys make me so worried sometimes, you know that?!"

Jonathan and Ryan both give guilty looks, before coming over to hug Bryce and Luke.

"We're sorry, baby."

"Yeah, we're so damn sorry."

Bryce smiles tiredly, relaxing slightly in the arms of all his lovers. He closes his eyes for a moment, before giving a small, tired sigh.

"I still hate you guys for making pies at 8 am. Nobody does that. You guys are so weird, and I'm never ever letting you guys cook again."