✧･ﾟ: * 𝒷𝒶𝓁𝑒𝒻𝓊𝓁 *:ﾟ･✧

        𝓐delisa couldn’t fully process a lot && with angel, things got complicated. not that things were never uncomplicated. one of them always had something going on. she was sitting on his bed, holding herself up by leaning on her left arm, using her other hand to pet one of his cats that she had grown fond of.

a snort and crossed arms; he presents himself as bemused but annoyance flattens his features. “and what the fuck do you think i’m doing?” he asked, leaning against the wall. “do you really think your silence is worth twenty five bucks?” silent and then- “actually, it almost is.”

          𝓢he let out an annoyed huff when he asked what she thought he doing. shrugging, voice raising an octave while answering him. 

          ❝ i.. don’t know but you’re sneaking around so it can’t be good. ❞

            the blonde cocked her head to the side, her hand going to her hip. 

@balefulroses​ Steve & Nancy

Nancy had always been the type of person who pushed things under the rug to deal with at a later date. It was until Barb’s passing that she was coming to terms with the fact she needed to talk through her issues. Even with her now with Jonathan there were still feelings that she had pushed down in hopes they’d just disappear. That’s why it was so hard for her to be standing on his porch wanting to talk - knowing possibly that she would just end up more hurt. “Hey, can I um come in?”

            𝓢teve had been sitting in the living room of his large house. his parents were out doing ( something )  but the details of that were beyond him. the house was getting dark && he was surrounded by empty beer cans, music blaring. nancy wheeler had destroyed his heart. sluggishly, steve turned to the door when he heard the doorbell. 

            ❝ --- who the fuck ?? ❞

            the boy pulled himself off his couch before answering the door. eyes went down as he saw the petite mousey brown-haired girl. god, the dust still hadn’t settled && just seeing her hurt. 

          ❝ ---- && maybe i’ll tell mom exactly what you do when you’re out late && sneak in your bedroom window. twenty-five dollars or i’m talking. ❞

based on this

david fucking hated working at target and was constantly trying to find somewhere else to work, so when he landed this delivery job, he was kind of excited. he liked driving plus he wasn’t trapped in a fucking store for 8 hours. it was his first week and he had been sent to a place that he was all too familiar to, his ex’s place. an ex he had hurt because he just was shit at commitment. he was working though so here he was, knocking on their door. they had requested for their cutest delivery guy. was it his fault that he was the cutest? a smirk on his face as they answered the door, pizza in hand. // @balefulroses​

          𝓒andy had spent the night to herself and wanted to treat herself. she had a glass of wine ( or a few ). when she ordered her pizza she had childishly told them in the comment box to send their cutest driver. candy didn’t think that a company would actually listen to her strange request. none the less, it didn’t stop her from retouching her lipstick. the knock on the door made her put down her compact mirror && answer the door. her jaw went slack with shock when she saw the person that held her pizza.