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2024-12-31
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Zzzzz.. (sorry i fell asleep)

Summary:

Brooks falls asleep and wakes up.. lark is cooking breakfast like the malewife he is

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(See the end of the work for notes.)

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Brooks stared at the screen in front of them, raising their eyebrows as.. whatever this was.. played on the TV, a creature kicking over a car. “And how is this better than cloudy with a chance of meatballs?” Brooks asked, leaning their head onto Larks shoulder and letting out a content hum as he snuck his arm around their body.

 

“Because, one, that movies lame, two, from 2009 and three, why would you watch that when you could watch this?” Lark wiggled his eyebrows playfully at Brooks as he nodded at the screen, where.. was that a fucking potato..? Brooks groaned and let themself relax into Larks shoulder.

“Okay, whatever, weirdo.” Brooks muttered out, fighting a smile at the boy as they closed their eyes.


Brooks sat up quickly with a gasp, looking around to find themself in Larks bed.

 

 

Lark’s bed???

 

Brooks looked around quickly for their phone, inhaling sharply when they found it on the bed next to them, a small sticky note on it that read: ‘i already called Mas, he said it was ok if u stayed the night <3 lark

Brooks couldn't help but fight a smile at how domestic that was.

 

Lark wouldn’t like if they said that out loud. Oh well. Brooks cracked their neck, reaching their arms above their head to stretch, like Art had shown them. Sighing as their back let out a satisfying Pop!, they stood up.

 

Scratching the back of their head, they walked out of the twins' room, waving softly at Sparrow as they walked past him, and letting out a half-yawn. Standing in the hallway to the kitchen, Brooks tried not to grin. There stood Lark in a pink apron, whisking together… whatever it was. Vegan pancakes, presumably, from the smell.

“That smells like shit.” Brooks laughed out, walking closer to Lark and grabbing a fingerful of the batter from behind him and sticking it into their mouth before fake-gagging. “Tastes like it too.”

 

Lark laughed back, “How hungry are you?” he grinned, pressing a kiss to the top of Brooks head before leaning his weight on them as Henry walked in. Brooks looked at Lark, making a face and rolling their eyes as he snickered.

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youll never stop me from writing self-indulgent fics