#that time Stevie had a fling with the Fifth Doctor...

[thisisaheist]

[wallsinner]

Marvie: “Where are your pants?” Mean: “You know, I would help, but making fun of you is so much more satisfying.” Coltzi: “Now, not to be forward, but I love you.”

{MARVIE}

“Come on,” the freckled man shakes the woman, it takes a lot to piss off Marco, but my God is she working his last nerve today. She knew that when he got home from work, they had a brief window of time before they had to rush off to the dinner with his company and yet, here she bloody was, flopped out and snoring into a pillow. “Stevie, come on.” Obviously she had tried to get ready, judging by the mascara stains on his pillow and had just fallen asleep as she was susceptible to do. “For God’s sakes,” he mutters as he gives up and instead rips the blanket away from her.

Only to reveal that she had clearly kicked off her pants before snuggling under the duvet. “Stevie, where are your pants?”

She stares up at him, sleepily and with narrowed eyes. “What?”

“Your pants,” he stresses and she just yawns. “That’s it,” he tells her. “I’m taking your clearly narcoleptic ass to the doctors in the morning but for now, hurry up.”

{MEAN}

“Okay, okay,” Jean sighs looking at the two wiggling infants in front of him, a nappy clutched in each hand. He’s used to changing the twins nappies at this point but normally he has Maddy here to double team them but today she’d had to nip out.

And the twins had decided that they were in good moods. Which, in theory, sounded like a good thing but really wasn’t with the excitable way they were flinging their legs around and kicking nappies and bottles of baby powder out of his hands. He had just attempted to fasten a giggling Zia’s nappy for the fifth time when he heard a laugh behind him and turned round to see Maddy stood there.

“How long have you been stood there?”

“Long enough,” she smirked. “You know, I would help but making fun of you is far more satisfying.”

{COLTZI}

“How are you doing?” Franzi asks, walking into the room clutching a tray containing a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, a bottle of water and a steaming bowl of chicken soup, shutting the door carefully behind her, she puts it down on the table on her side of the bed and sits down next to Colt.

He pokes his head out of the blankets and sniffs pitifully as she strokes his sweaty forehead and presses a kiss to it. “A little better.” He mumbles, shifting himself up so he can lean into her. “Now that you’re here.”

Franzi smiles. “Well, I brought you some soup and crackers and medication and some fluids, because you need to keep getting them down you.” She pauses. “Do you think you could eat?” And as if to answer it her itself, his stomach rumbles and Franzi giggles. “Guess that’s a yes?”

And Colt chuckles too. “Now, not to be forward, but I love you.”