HI I finally started writing a bit and got a page of some OT3 fluff that will not be staying fluff here u go
CW: mention of gun violence
The apartment was quiet, save for Stefan’s soft snoring. He was just sitting on the couch, arm over his face to block the sunlight. He’d been out for a while when the door swung open.
“I’m home!” Ryan called out, fumbling to get his key out of the lock. “I brought groceries!”
Blinking awake, Stefan wearily lowered his arm. “... Groceries?” he muttered. “We were out of things?”
Ryan snorted as he kicked the door closed behind him. “Yeah? There was no fresh food. No veggies.”
Stefan rolled his eyes as he stood up, meandering over to the table to help Ryan put the food away. “There’s dried vegetables in ramen. It counts.”
“Fresh veggies,” Ryan insisted as he opened the fridge. He looked back over his shoulder. “Selena! C’mere!”
Sighing, Stefan shoved a bunch of bananas next to the carrots in the fridge. “Look at us, being all domestic,” he cooed somewhat mockingly. “Did you ever think we’d end up like this after high school?”
“Actually?” Ryan paused for a second. “... Yeah, no. All I can think of is how many times you tried to shoot me.”
After some laughter and a few minutes of silence, Ryan looked up. “Hey, is she home?” he asked. “I don’t hear her.”
Stefan frowned, leaning back to look into the hallway. “Selena!”
“Do you think she’s out?” Ryan asked. “Again?”
Pressing his lips together, Stefan shook his head. “She’s got to be, if she’s not coming for food.”
Ryan slapped the paper bags off of the table towards the recycling, walking quickly to the door. “We gotta go find her-”
“Slow down, slow down,” Stefan called out, starting to jog to the bedroom. “At least let me get my things, don’t run off without me.”
Nodding, Ryan waited anxiously at the door, hand on the doorknob and bouncing on his feet. Who knew how long she’d been gone, or where she was? What if she was hurt?
